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ataraxion2012-07-11 10:19 pm
pocketfulofsouls) wrote in ataraxion2012-07-11 10:19 pm
Poor Unfortunate Souls | Video
[ The camera of the communicator is directed at what appears to be an office, one large desk settled in a modest space. Those familiar with the ship may realize this is just off of the medbay, one of the offices dedicated to more psychiatric help. There are definite hints of chairs in the background, but the focus is upon the desk, the corner of which accommodates a middle-aged man with dark hair and equally dark eyes. He’s donned in a tailored two-piece suit number, black on black with a slice of a blue, silk tie. His legs are crossed neatly over one another and his hands lace a fist over his uppermost knee.
Just behind him, a little off to the side, is a younger blonde-haired woman with blue eyes and a hint of freckles. Her hair is pulled up tightly in a bun, and she’s dressed in a white shirt that is tasteful, silk with a delicate ruffling at the collar, but with a neckline that plunges precariously down toward her oh-so ample bosom. The black underbust cincher accentuates this to an almost pornographic effect, straining the buttons that are are trying to keep the cloth of her blouse together. Her skirt is black and tight on her hips, knee-length, but graciously provides her some movement with a small slit up the right side. She also has a pair of long, dangling gold and turquoise earrings and a silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand.
If anyone’s getting one of those lawyer commercial vibes, they’re right on the money. ]
Good evening, Tranquility and, for all you newcomers out there, welcome aboard. As you’ve no doubt gathered, this is not the Pacific Princess, nor are we borne for any island which Gilligan might approve. We’re not even quite in a sea, for that matter; more of an abyss, if anything deserves to be called as much. Drifting along our merry way... with the occasional jump into more nothing. One small step for man, one giant leap for...
[ There’s a bit of a curl of the man’s mouth, but it fades off to a jump of brows. ]
Well, anyway. I’m getting a bit off-topic here.
The name’s Crowley. I’ve been here for, oh, going on four months now. This here is Jaye, my assistant.
[ Crowley reaches to place a hand upon Jaye’s back, a seemingly companionable gesture. ]
[ There’s a small eyeroll at the word ‘assistant’, but then Jaye grins and winks at the camera. ]
[ Crowley slips a thumb beneath her bra-strap, applying a small, playful snap that may be heard by the most keen of observers. His face, however, remains the same as he speaks to the camera and removes his hand, carrying on without a hitch. ]
[ Likewise, Jaye doesn’t jump at the snap, although she does bite her lip. Considering what she’s wearing, it doesn’t seem to be a gesture of pain so much as Jaye trying not to make a noise. In reality, it’s just Jaye playing it up a little bit. ]
Before I was unceremoniously lassoed here, I was a bit of a problem-solver. I’ve consulted a good many people from many walks of life and, if I may be so bold, I think I was rather good at it.
Things are different here - I think that much is a given. I’m not saying I’ve got any fix for our little predicament or any of the other bigger problems, but I still think small things, such as what to do with your new life in a space tankard and whether or not you should, in fact, say ‘yes’ to the dress, are well within my grasp.
So if you’d like an experienced opinion on an issue you’ve been rolling around, why don’t you come and see Jaye and I? We’re located in the offices just behind the medbay or, for you newbies, that place you got spat up in at the start. I’d prefer to see you in person, but I’ll take a few consultations over the communicator to start, for all you shy individuals.
That’s about it. But before I go, let me add a disclaimer: I am not a professional therapist, nor am I offering to sit and coddle you through your various woes. I’m offering practical advice and solutions. So if you want to wax poetic about your experiences as a child, you want Doctor Troi. If you’re bleeding from any orifices you shouldn’t, you want to see the medbay boys and girls.
With that, I’ll leave the floor open for questions, skepticism, paranoia, and witticisms.
Say good-bye, Jaye.
[ One of Jaye’s hands is lifted, sliding up along her blouse before it ends up in a lazy wave -- one that lifts the fabric of the shirt slightly. ]
Come and see us. You won’t be disappointed; he’s good. [ There’s a purr in her voice, one that only seems to grow on the last word. Her raised hand fiddles with one of the buttons on her top before it returns to her side. ] Until then, Tranquility.
[[ OOC: Answers can be given by either Jaye or Crowley? Just say if you want one or the other, otherwise we assume you’re open to both. ]]
Just behind him, a little off to the side, is a younger blonde-haired woman with blue eyes and a hint of freckles. Her hair is pulled up tightly in a bun, and she’s dressed in a white shirt that is tasteful, silk with a delicate ruffling at the collar, but with a neckline that plunges precariously down toward her oh-so ample bosom. The black underbust cincher accentuates this to an almost pornographic effect, straining the buttons that are are trying to keep the cloth of her blouse together. Her skirt is black and tight on her hips, knee-length, but graciously provides her some movement with a small slit up the right side. She also has a pair of long, dangling gold and turquoise earrings and a silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand.
If anyone’s getting one of those lawyer commercial vibes, they’re right on the money. ]
Good evening, Tranquility and, for all you newcomers out there, welcome aboard. As you’ve no doubt gathered, this is not the Pacific Princess, nor are we borne for any island which Gilligan might approve. We’re not even quite in a sea, for that matter; more of an abyss, if anything deserves to be called as much. Drifting along our merry way... with the occasional jump into more nothing. One small step for man, one giant leap for...
[ There’s a bit of a curl of the man’s mouth, but it fades off to a jump of brows. ]
Well, anyway. I’m getting a bit off-topic here.
The name’s Crowley. I’ve been here for, oh, going on four months now. This here is Jaye, my assistant.
[ Crowley reaches to place a hand upon Jaye’s back, a seemingly companionable gesture. ]
[ There’s a small eyeroll at the word ‘assistant’, but then Jaye grins and winks at the camera. ]
[ Crowley slips a thumb beneath her bra-strap, applying a small, playful snap that may be heard by the most keen of observers. His face, however, remains the same as he speaks to the camera and removes his hand, carrying on without a hitch. ]
[ Likewise, Jaye doesn’t jump at the snap, although she does bite her lip. Considering what she’s wearing, it doesn’t seem to be a gesture of pain so much as Jaye trying not to make a noise. In reality, it’s just Jaye playing it up a little bit. ]
Before I was unceremoniously lassoed here, I was a bit of a problem-solver. I’ve consulted a good many people from many walks of life and, if I may be so bold, I think I was rather good at it.
Things are different here - I think that much is a given. I’m not saying I’ve got any fix for our little predicament or any of the other bigger problems, but I still think small things, such as what to do with your new life in a space tankard and whether or not you should, in fact, say ‘yes’ to the dress, are well within my grasp.
So if you’d like an experienced opinion on an issue you’ve been rolling around, why don’t you come and see Jaye and I? We’re located in the offices just behind the medbay or, for you newbies, that place you got spat up in at the start. I’d prefer to see you in person, but I’ll take a few consultations over the communicator to start, for all you shy individuals.
That’s about it. But before I go, let me add a disclaimer: I am not a professional therapist, nor am I offering to sit and coddle you through your various woes. I’m offering practical advice and solutions. So if you want to wax poetic about your experiences as a child, you want Doctor Troi. If you’re bleeding from any orifices you shouldn’t, you want to see the medbay boys and girls.
With that, I’ll leave the floor open for questions, skepticism, paranoia, and witticisms.
Say good-bye, Jaye.
[ One of Jaye’s hands is lifted, sliding up along her blouse before it ends up in a lazy wave -- one that lifts the fabric of the shirt slightly. ]
Come and see us. You won’t be disappointed; he’s good. [ There’s a purr in her voice, one that only seems to grow on the last word. Her raised hand fiddles with one of the buttons on her top before it returns to her side. ] Until then, Tranquility.
[[ OOC: Answers can be given by either Jaye or Crowley? Just say if you want one or the other, otherwise we assume you’re open to both. ]]
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[she shakes her head.]
I don't think so. Is this Edgeworth guy a stuffy lawyer or something?
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Like this. You asked if I think Edgeworth's stuffy - that's advice, isn't it? Mm. I'd say he's so stuffed, he's spilling the stuffing.
I'm sure you'll meet him soon, if you stick around long enough.
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Wow. He must be a total bore to hang out with then.
And I really hope that doesn't happen! I mean, I'd be okay with meeting this guy even if he's kind of lame, but I don't want to stay here any longer than I need to.
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Where are you from?
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[CANADA.
HECK YEAH.]
Why do you ask?
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Where are you from, dude?
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All over Earth. Originally? Britain.
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[she's only being partially sarcastic. that was actually her dream during grade school when she was a much younger, ambitious, and patriotic Knives Chau.]
Sounds like you're a drifter. A British drifter. Where exactly all over the Earth have you been to?