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[taselikeabee]

Ever feel like you were going to have a great day only to actually have the day go down the drain? A guy comes back from the dead and would like to live in relative peace, you know?

At this point I'm ready to throw my hands up in the air and let Primus take the wheel because I certainly have no control over my life.

Good times, good times.


( ( Locked to Cybertronians ) )

(no subject)

[vengeance_driven]

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Hello, I'm Niko Bellic. And I'm in charge of the Cargo Bay...

Except, I do not think I want to be. I have been working there for eleven months. [Back when he wanted to avoid fighting, when he wanted to attempt his route of being peaceful and avoid conflict, it had been helpful. Even more so when he wanted to avoid his initial job in the then-existent bar; yes, he sometimes drinks, but he couldn't tolerate the constant presence of habitual drunkards. Alcoholism never left good impressions with him. Being given the Cargo Bay position had been great. He had quiet time, could drive loaders, could do mindless work. But now? Not so much...] If I go, though, there will be very few other workers to handle everything. [And he's not such a prick that he'd leave them to suffer the work alone.] Would anyone be willing to go in there? Because I would like to do something else now.

Also after this whole ship rearranging thing, it has been a lot of work, I have done a lot of moving, and I would kind of like to play some darts or something. [This grumpy Serb just sounds tired as hell today.] Luckily a game that doesn't require any power to play.

Let me know, ah?

video;

[prorenataa]

[ When the video feed clicks on the images it displays are not of a person but rather a work space. If anyone is familiar with the labs of the MedBay, this looks to be one of those, the flat surface of which is covered by bits and bobs.

Adrien's voice comes across clearly on audio, even if he's being a rude shit and not looking at the device. ]

Oh for FU ... [ the expletive is choked off by an annoyed pounding, and frustrated growl. ] ... SAKE!

[ There is a pause, a deep breath and then, in a very deliberately calm tone. ]

I'm trying to execute a small project, for Medical, involving the MIDs.

I know what the final result should be and I believe I have the necessary raw materials but getting from point A to point B is proving beyond my technical knowledge.

Is there anyone available who could spare a couple of hours to help me work on this?

[ Before he tries to punch the bulkhead and ends up with a busted fist. ]

video.

[ventifact]

[rey is sitting in the gardens, legs crossed, staring at something off-camera. a low whistle and a few beeps makes it clear that bb-9 is doing the recording. despite the intensity of her gaze, her breathing is slow and regular and her muscles are entirely relaxed.

for a couple seconds, the video is just fixed on her--then, then frame zooms out so more of the garden is visible. a few feet away from where she sits, her lightsaber is stuck into the ground. such a suitable place for such a dignified weapon. but to be fair, her staff is stuck next to it. with the zoom-out, it becomes clear that rey is staring at the lightsaber.

a few more seconds of nothing.

then, as if tugged by an invisible string, the lightsaber twitches towards her. it lifts into the air and floats a few inches--before tumbling to the ground. rey, whose face holds a slight sheen of sweat from her efforts, lets out an extremely frustrated groan and an even more frustrated expletive. bb-9 beeps sympathetically.]

Kark it! I just want it to karking fly towards me when I--

[and she makes a violent pulling gesture--and then her staff comes flying towards her head. she reacts just in time, letting herself fall backwards to avoid being impaled in the face. the staff skids into the ground behind her. bb-9 screeches in alarm, and the video starts to bump as the droid rolls towards her owner. the camera zooms in and focuses on rey's face, still caught in surprise. and then, she laughs. not a restrained laugh, but a real, arms-around-her-gut laugh. and then she winces because ouch, bruised ribs. but back to business.]

Well, that's half right! Progress is progress, right? [then, she addresses the droid.] You caught all that? I want to watch it later.

[a beep of affirmative relief, and then the video cuts.]