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returnjourneynet2022-03-12 11:59 am
rank1) wrote in returnjourneynet2022-03-12 11:59 am
#8
[The recording flickers on to the ground, and the toes of red and white skater shoes, flanked by the tattered hems of a pair of jeans. The camera sways, the recorder's attention elsewhere, and there's a peek at a pair of sleek stiletto high heels on a woman's feet. Off-screen, Travis sniggers –– he just can't help it. When he speaks, he's thoroughly self-satisfied:]
Play nice, okay?
[When the camera is finally pulled up, it drags along a pair of long, stockinged legs until it's fixed on a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. Rouged cheeks, long lashes, the whole package –– she pouts for the camera like a pro. She's wearing a blouse with bishop sleeves and what would normally be a pussybow collar, but it's worn open to the ribs, low enough to reveal the gore of her bra. (It might be a little familiar.)
She is flesh and blood and bone. No foam to be found here.]
What do you think of the ship so far, Sylvia? Sweet digs, right?
[Sylvia tosses her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. When she speaks, it’s with a French accent and an attitude.]
It is a prison. I’ve seen worse. One of you had better be a trained manicurist!
[Travis scoffs and wheels the camera around so he's in the shot, too. He reaches an arm out to her. She checks her nails and sighs before stepping under Travis’s arm, wrapping her own around him and resting her head against his chest. She pouts, turning big doe eyes up at him.]
At least I have you, darling. You’ll protect me, right?
[Travis's eyes widen briefly, but he doubles down to declare:]
Of course, baby. Best ten tickets I ever spent.
[Yes, this is the most obnoxious video the network will ever have. Fortunately, it is over: the feed cuts off there. Just be glad Travis isn't into PDA.
And no, Travis has not become a VFX specialist. Sylvia, a flesh and blood human being who is totally not someone else, can be found with Travis around the ship. Maybe you'll catch them eating lunch together with food taken from the mess hall, with Travis waving down anyone who shows even a glimmer of interest to introduce his wife. Maybe you've stepped into the observatory and found them on a weird little "date", arguing about the multiverse –– Travis seems to approach the subject from a purely sci-fantasy approach, while Sylvia's take is more grounded in reality. Or you've just stepped into the gym, and here's Sylvia bored as Travis lifts increasingly heavy things in an attempt to impress her. Or just around!! You do you!! In-person meetings may happen before the network post because William is gonna come down on Travis' ass ASAP after this post.]
Play nice, okay?
[When the camera is finally pulled up, it drags along a pair of long, stockinged legs until it's fixed on a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. Rouged cheeks, long lashes, the whole package –– she pouts for the camera like a pro. She's wearing a blouse with bishop sleeves and what would normally be a pussybow collar, but it's worn open to the ribs, low enough to reveal the gore of her bra. (It might be a little familiar.)
She is flesh and blood and bone. No foam to be found here.]
What do you think of the ship so far, Sylvia? Sweet digs, right?
[Sylvia tosses her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. When she speaks, it’s with a French accent and an attitude.]
It is a prison. I’ve seen worse. One of you had better be a trained manicurist!
[Travis scoffs and wheels the camera around so he's in the shot, too. He reaches an arm out to her. She checks her nails and sighs before stepping under Travis’s arm, wrapping her own around him and resting her head against his chest. She pouts, turning big doe eyes up at him.]
At least I have you, darling. You’ll protect me, right?
[Travis's eyes widen briefly, but he doubles down to declare:]
Of course, baby. Best ten tickets I ever spent.
[Yes, this is the most obnoxious video the network will ever have. Fortunately, it is over: the feed cuts off there. Just be glad Travis isn't into PDA.
And no, Travis has not become a VFX specialist. Sylvia, a flesh and blood human being who is totally not someone else, can be found with Travis around the ship. Maybe you'll catch them eating lunch together with food taken from the mess hall, with Travis waving down anyone who shows even a glimmer of interest to introduce his wife. Maybe you've stepped into the observatory and found them on a weird little "date", arguing about the multiverse –– Travis seems to approach the subject from a purely sci-fantasy approach, while Sylvia's take is more grounded in reality. Or you've just stepped into the gym, and here's Sylvia bored as Travis lifts increasingly heavy things in an attempt to impress her. Or just around!! You do you!! In-person meetings may happen before the network post because William is gonna come down on Travis' ass ASAP after this post.]
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WHAT??
[ He turns to Travis exclusively ]
Okay man, how are you doing this? Is there another- has there been another tear in the shields or something that's causing mass hallucinations- y'know what hold on.
[ He pulls up his commlink intending to check the network for some kind of update. ]
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[Smirk.]
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No stupid, do you not know what the word hallucination means?
[ No reports of any kind of breach or tear of the ships shields on the network...hmmm. ]
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Of course I do, asshole. I'm telling you she's right here, in the flesh.
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[ The timing is too convenient for him to easily accept that suddenly she's here. Not to mention ]
And do you seriously want me to believe you're married? You?
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I don't expect someone so rude to understand. You probably insult every woman you meet and leave them as irritated as Travis gets with you. At least they aren't all hitting you, right?
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And why the fuck would I lie about being married, anyway? If I was gonna make up shit, I'd just pass myself off as some Hugh Hefner type.