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subnautica2016-08-07 11:52 pm
uncorrupts) wrote in subnautica2016-08-07 11:52 pm
001 ❖ video/action
--why are you taking your hands off the steering?
--because I have to get a good angle for my viewers! Duh.
[introducing your host, gamer girl extraordinaire.]
Listen, this isn't the time to be doing that. We need to reach the base on this radar, and we need to work together.
--she's working on her blog! Oi, listen to him!
[the video feed turns to focus on the other two aboard the ship; one’s a toothy young redhead who seems to be wearing nothing but swimming jammers for some reason, and the other is an older guy in some power rangers suit of sorts. welcome aboard S.S. Inappropriately Dressed]
--excuse you, it’s not a blog! It’s called a livestream! Anyway, the name’s D.Va, and the older guy to my left's not a bad pilot. Ignore the guy behind me.
--you're judging other pilots right now!? I’d give you a 0 out of 10! We almost just hit that reef, holy shi --
--rude! Seriously, chill out for a second, will you? I'd like to see you do better!
I'd like to see you do better too!
The two of you, stop! [shiro, the older guy, seems to have had it with their bickering, pulling the steering handle upwards to avoid a cluster of mushroom trees likely to ruin their ship] The seas are rough as it is, we need to work as a team right now. You can go at each other's throat once we're out of this!
Ch, if we get out -- fine, what do you want us to do?
You, in the back, buckle up. You’re going to get thrown about and hurt.
...A-ah... [a guilty click... safety first yo]
And you, D.Va, is it? Concentrate on piloting. It’s hard to see and the seas are pushing us around as it is, so try and keep the ship as stable as you can!
-- ...Okay, fine.
...I can livestream your stupid piloting if you want from back here.
-- If you know how to set it up, be my guest!
Hey, to your right!
[it seems like a crash, the lights going red on board, and the visual feed spinning as the ship spirals out of control under their hands. good thing shiro told you to buckle up, huh, rin? amidst this mess, some shouting and ordering about, the stream cuts off. will our heroes live another day?]
[yeah, they do]
-- ot it all. That was actually some really amazing piloting, both of you... [someone sounds a little starstruck... what sugoi he has witnessed, the world will never know, because rin did not in fact record that shit]
D.va, well done. That was really impressive--I have to say I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off without you. [turning around, he smiles at the redhead teen, even if wtf? at your lack of clothes, homie] Doing alright? Name's Shiro, by the way.
-- Rin. -- It's a girl's name, but I'm a guy.
[shiro gives him an odd look. d.va definitely does the same.]
-- Aww, you’re so sweet, Shiro! [d.va flashes a grateful smile at him, also thoroughly impressed.] Honestly, it was your quick thinking that got us out of trouble. I usually don't like being ordered around, but I'll let it slide. [she then turns to rin, sitting behind her--and he better have recorded all of that!!] See? Told you we'd be fine!
[shiro offers a smile at them both. thumbs up with his mechanical arm.]
Let's get out of here and see who we can find in the base. They might be able to help us out.
[little did our heroes know that upon opening that door into the base, they would be greeted by the sickness apocalypse. moans, groans, sniffles and hacks. what’s worse, the ocean going nuts outside because of a hurricane, or the dribbly-nosed zombies in the only place considered safe from the elements?]
...after all that, is this place haunted or something...? E-eh --
You guys might want to stand back--
[...was that your burrito of death our triumphant trio has just trampled, like those wildebeests over mufasa? remember... remember...]
--because I have to get a good angle for my viewers! Duh.
[introducing your host, gamer girl extraordinaire.]
Listen, this isn't the time to be doing that. We need to reach the base on this radar, and we need to work together.
--she's working on her blog! Oi, listen to him!
[the video feed turns to focus on the other two aboard the ship; one’s a toothy young redhead who seems to be wearing nothing but swimming jammers for some reason, and the other is an older guy in some power rangers suit of sorts. welcome aboard S.S. Inappropriately Dressed]
--excuse you, it’s not a blog! It’s called a livestream! Anyway, the name’s D.Va, and the older guy to my left's not a bad pilot. Ignore the guy behind me.
--you're judging other pilots right now!? I’d give you a 0 out of 10! We almost just hit that reef, holy shi --
--rude! Seriously, chill out for a second, will you? I'd like to see you do better!
I'd like to see you do better too!
The two of you, stop! [shiro, the older guy, seems to have had it with their bickering, pulling the steering handle upwards to avoid a cluster of mushroom trees likely to ruin their ship] The seas are rough as it is, we need to work as a team right now. You can go at each other's throat once we're out of this!
Ch, if we get out -- fine, what do you want us to do?
You, in the back, buckle up. You’re going to get thrown about and hurt.
...A-ah... [a guilty click... safety first yo]
And you, D.Va, is it? Concentrate on piloting. It’s hard to see and the seas are pushing us around as it is, so try and keep the ship as stable as you can!
-- ...Okay, fine.
...I can livestream your stupid piloting if you want from back here.
-- If you know how to set it up, be my guest!
Hey, to your right!
[it seems like a crash, the lights going red on board, and the visual feed spinning as the ship spirals out of control under their hands. good thing shiro told you to buckle up, huh, rin? amidst this mess, some shouting and ordering about, the stream cuts off. will our heroes live another day?]
[yeah, they do]
-- ot it all. That was actually some really amazing piloting, both of you... [someone sounds a little starstruck... what sugoi he has witnessed, the world will never know, because rin did not in fact record that shit]
D.va, well done. That was really impressive--I have to say I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off without you. [turning around, he smiles at the redhead teen, even if wtf? at your lack of clothes, homie] Doing alright? Name's Shiro, by the way.
-- Rin. -- It's a girl's name, but I'm a guy.
[shiro gives him an odd look. d.va definitely does the same.]
-- Aww, you’re so sweet, Shiro! [d.va flashes a grateful smile at him, also thoroughly impressed.] Honestly, it was your quick thinking that got us out of trouble. I usually don't like being ordered around, but I'll let it slide. [she then turns to rin, sitting behind her--and he better have recorded all of that!!] See? Told you we'd be fine!
[shiro offers a smile at them both. thumbs up with his mechanical arm.]
Let's get out of here and see who we can find in the base. They might be able to help us out.
[little did our heroes know that upon opening that door into the base, they would be greeted by the sickness apocalypse. moans, groans, sniffles and hacks. what’s worse, the ocean going nuts outside because of a hurricane, or the dribbly-nosed zombies in the only place considered safe from the elements?]
...after all that, is this place haunted or something...? E-eh --
You guys might want to stand back--
[...was that your burrito of death our triumphant trio has just trampled, like those wildebeests over mufasa? remember... remember...]
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It is no trouble. We will have to work together in the future. I will do my best.
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[cute name reveals and everything aside, shiro takes a seat at the medbay. now that he knows what he's here for, he starts removing the upper part of his power ranger cosplay, careful as he reaches the area where his injury is, listening to the conversation as it goes.]
[URSULA again, and he's starting to think she's perhaps more benevolent than what some would give her credit.]
[he hesitates as he places his left hand over his right side, getting a feel for his wound. wince.]
--really, thanks. Shall we call you Sanson?