001 / VIDEO / Rhy$.$trongfork

[smugreport]

[ Rhys is already an irritable guy, and of he isn't getting a good nights sleep and his basic creature comforts he's even quicker to be a snippy asshole. He must be at a breaking point or something, cause he's really Feeling It Mr. Krabs this week.

The video clicks on, camera focusing on Rhys's face, behind him the sleeping pods from the dorm that he hasn't been lucky enough to escape for the month. ]

So hey, I've been really, really patient with this whole situation. Waaaay more reasonable than anyone deserves, but I think it's about time I put this out there:

Lack of privacy? Of fresh air- real or simulated? Of access to the infirmary, gym, or spa if there even is one on this ship- It's an infringement on human rights.

That's right, I'm suing! And all of you should too. Who's with me?

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j.barnes (text)

[counterstep]

When in Rome.
But would you rather it be poorer conditions?

video / travistouchdowncrownlessking

[rank1]

[Travis adjusts the camera angle so it's dead on. Yes, he is wearing sunglasses indoors. Yes, the yellow lenses turn everything a sickly green under the blue pod lights. No, he doesn't care. He is Intense.]

I can handle whatever you assholes want to throw at me, so bring it.

[counterstep]

Okay, calm down, Satan.
Duly noted.

[rank1]

Satan? The fuck?

[counterstep]

That wasn't a challenge. You said it was dumb to want things better, so either you want it the same or you want it worse, and both of those are actually dumber than wanting it better.

[rank1]

[He pulls the camera very very close to his face. Uncomfortably so.]

I've got other things on my mind than how the place I'm in against my fucking will stacks up against a Sandals resort.

[counterstep]

( bucky, looking at his screen from the same distance, understands what this guy is going for, but... )

I know you're trying to be intimidating but seeing your eye up close doesn't really get that point across.

What other things, pray tell?

[rank1]

I don't need to try.

[Dead serious:]

You want to know? Fight me.

[counterstep]

What are you, 12?

[rank1]

[There's a startled flicker on his face. Holy shit. Is he getting wrecked online? No. He refuses.]

See what happens when you say that to my face, motherfucker.

[Fucking keyboard warriors!!!]

[counterstep]

Oh, no. I'm so scared.

[rank1]

[One moment please, now having a stupid slap fight with Rhys.]

[counterstep]

( watching this from both of their phones is actually kind of funny.

is this why reality tv is so popular? )

Video even though he's right beside him right now trying to wrestle his communicator away

[smugreport]

This is my post. Stop derailing it and make your own!

Video / travistouchdowncrownlessking

[rank1]

[Travis sits up, focused on brandishing an arm at Rhys and totally banging his head on the roof of his pod in the process:]

Ow––Fuck off, Corporate!

we can merge here lol

[smugreport]

I am having-

[ Reaching for his communicator while still holding his own in his robo-hand ]

A meeting of the minds! And you're not invited!

[hands shaking emoji]

[rank1]

[Travis sees Rhys' attention is split, but he can't exactly throw a punch inside his pod. He tosses his own communicator aside. The video settles on the roof of Travis's pod. It is plain. He has not yet had time to decorate :(]

If it's a private affair then don't post it publicly!

[He ejects himself from the pod to tackle Rhys.]

[smugreport]

It isn't private it's- WAAUAHG

[ Rhys is not a fighter at the best of times, he may have a cool robo-arm but he was a pencil jockey for the better part of 8 years. He tumbles backwards as he's tackled by this freak in sunglasses (IN SPACE?) causing him to let go of his own communicator, it clattering to the ground nearby. ]

Get off! Get offa me you psycho!

[rank1]

Fuckhead!

[And then there's the muffled sound of one Travis Touchdown doing some completely unnecessary wrestling move. Who knows what one, because it's off-screen, but it's potentially very painful, because it involves an elbow to the face.]

[smugreport]

[ oh my GOD why! Why is it always the face?

Travis's elbow collides with Rhys's Precious face and he lets out a yell, quickly muffling it as he clasp his organic hand over his now bleeding (oh god...) nose, simultaneously trying to push Travis off and away with his organic one. ]

What the fuck!! What the fuck is wrong with you!?

video > action (lmk if this is okay????)

[counterstep]

( both communicators are snatched up from where they lie, cameras carefully angled away from whoever picks them up before being directed toward each other, black shadow claiming both before the feeds are cut. bucky crushes them both in his hands to keep anyone from playing witness further, letting the crumbs fall away from his hands as he stalks over and grabs travis but the collar and rips him away from rhys. he'd rushed to the dorms as soon as he realized it was getting out of hand. thankfully, the shouting alerts him to the specific unit. ​)

Hey! Back the fuck off! ( dragging his arm back, he tries to throw travis off balance toward the other side of the room. )

lmao hi....hopefully this makes sense

[omniavincit]

[ William clambers out of his bunk, swinging his legs to the ladder and leaping from there to the floor. He lands more or less steadily, his knees bent. He's barefoot, middle-aged, and lanky—and his gun is in his bunk. He rushes over to Rhys, attempting to pull him back from whoever the fuck this guy is. ] It's me, it's me. [ He says at Rhys' ear, his voice sounding overloud. He half-shoves, half-gentles Rhys behind him, trying to cut in between him and his attacker—but by that time someone else has intervened. ]

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[ There's a moment in the scuffle where Rhys doesn't know what's going on, people are being pushed and pulled as sweet intervention finally saves his ass. 'Too little too late in his opinion' he thinks as he gets his bearings and scrambles to his feet, only using William to steady himself briefly before pulling away and shooting him an accusatory look. ]

You couldn't have done something before I got attacked?!

[ Said muffled as his hand is still up against his nose, trying (and failing) to stem the blood flow. ]

[rank1]

[Travis Touchdown is not very fuckin' pleased right this minute, but when he's thrown back, he snaps to focus the second he's caught his balance against the pods. He sizes Bucky up. What's this guy good at? Who can say, but he's got balls if he's willing to come in hot like this. William and Rhys may as well not exist in this moment. Travis only has eyes for a good fight.

Travis shifts into a position for a real fight, stance wide, shoulders strong. He may not have a beam katana, but a brawl hits a sweet spot, too.

He lifts his chin, gives a little jerk of a nod.]

Your turn, asshole.

[Fists up.]

gonna split off here...yell at me if I shouldn't

[omniavincit]

[ He shuffles Rhys away from the incipient brawl, motions to him to take a seat on one of the lower bunks. ] You fucking picked a fight. [ He says, with the peculiar calm that comes as an adrenaline rush subsides. He looks the other man up and down, focusing on the blood but observing his posture, the lay of his limbs. ] That's what that whole post was about.

You think it's broken? [ There's an edge to his voice, concerned. ] Anything else hurt?