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[At first there's just a soft, momentary shuffling of a rusty orange messenger-bag as its set aside, an old pair of in-line skates tied to one of the grommets. There's the corner of what might be a small white-board at the bottom right of the screen, with a pen sitting next to it. The camera shifts.
Then, finally, a youthful, almost feminine looking boy. His lightly kinked and roughly dirty strawberry blonde/ginger hair partially falls over a pair of hazel eyes, gaze steady (maybe frustrated), however there's a near-obvious gleam of uncertainty that settles within the way he focuses on the screen. An unusual display of such an emotion, perhaps, as he tends to prefer to keep those feelings to himself.
That same gaze then shifts a little, brows knitting as he types.]
So. This is space, huh? Like the movies?
[There's a slight quirk to the corner of his lips. ("Man, this is nuts. . .", is all he can think) It reads only partially of entertainment, however. He's far more spooked than he's letting on. —Still far more disturbed by what he had just experienced, with the gravity couch and that tube down his throat, and every little moment that understandably comes along with such a situation. Mikelo chews at his lower lip as he begins typing again.]
How about someone talk to me? Clearly there are others out there and can see this, so. . . let me know you're there, yeah? And since I might as well —
[He juts a thumb in towards his chest, then waves as a greeting. A more pronounced and purposeful grin dances across his youthful face before he adds: ]
My name is Mikelo. Nice to meet you guys, I suppose. Also, I have read that guide that's floating around, but if there's any other info out there, that any of you think a newcomer like me should know, I'd definitely appreciate it. ☼
[A beat or so passes before he remembers something. He wags a finger at the camera, then taps at his throat with a shake of his head.]
Before anyone asks, I'm mute. Got it? [brow-lift —then, a thumbs up] Good.
[At that, he ends the feed.]
Then, finally, a youthful, almost feminine looking boy. His lightly kinked and roughly dirty strawberry blonde/ginger hair partially falls over a pair of hazel eyes, gaze steady (maybe frustrated), however there's a near-obvious gleam of uncertainty that settles within the way he focuses on the screen. An unusual display of such an emotion, perhaps, as he tends to prefer to keep those feelings to himself.
That same gaze then shifts a little, brows knitting as he types.]
So. This is space, huh? Like the movies?
[There's a slight quirk to the corner of his lips. ("Man, this is nuts. . .", is all he can think) It reads only partially of entertainment, however. He's far more spooked than he's letting on. —Still far more disturbed by what he had just experienced, with the gravity couch and that tube down his throat, and every little moment that understandably comes along with such a situation. Mikelo chews at his lower lip as he begins typing again.]
How about someone talk to me? Clearly there are others out there and can see this, so. . . let me know you're there, yeah? And since I might as well —
[He juts a thumb in towards his chest, then waves as a greeting. A more pronounced and purposeful grin dances across his youthful face before he adds: ]
My name is Mikelo. Nice to meet you guys, I suppose. Also, I have read that guide that's floating around, but if there's any other info out there, that any of you think a newcomer like me should know, I'd definitely appreciate it. ☼
[A beat or so passes before he remembers something. He wags a finger at the camera, then taps at his throat with a shake of his head.]
Before anyone asks, I'm mute. Got it? [brow-lift —then, a thumbs up] Good.
[At that, he ends the feed.]

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...and what do you know? There's a cute boy writing things at him. Wow. He seriously hates reading. ]
Miiiik— How do you even say that word? Someone really had it out for you when they were naming you, huh?
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Like the word "nickel" with an "Oh" at the end.
[Sticking his tongue out at him, now. :P ]
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Oh yeah. You can call me Bells.
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at least you can read/write so youve got a leg up on the other mute person on board
sup newbie howre you liking your new space crib
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[the mere idea of it delights him! He's never met another mute.]
It's very curious! [despite being somewhat on the frightened side, still. . .] I feel like I'm in a movie or something.
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shes got wings you cant miss her
also wtf is that kirby face you just made at me
is it offering to blow me or trying to eat me
on a scale of 1 to 10 how offended should i feel
feel free to think of it like a movie but remember theres no script and youre in it
and its a horror movie in space
i hope youre a good ad libber
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orz total munfail on actually reading those other info posts
It's okay! Maybe you could say he only read Re-L's welcome post, so it'd make sense?
Yep! That's what I'm thinking.
Sounds good. :|b
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Where you from?
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she knows what she's talking about.
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Are there many others here?
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unless you mean people like me and starbuck.
because there's less of that.
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I can assure you this isnt anything like any sort of movie unfortunately ole chap. It was my very thought whence i first arrived here approximate four weeks ago.
Alas it is nothing like the star wars series, which is absolutely smashing btw, even with the cgi effects taking over the puppets in some scenes but that is just my personal preference because there really isnt nothing like the genuine artistry of puppeteering like that in the labyrinth and dark crystal! But yeah no peeks of princess leia in that eyepopper metal bikini either.
Harhar.
And no it isnt like ridley scotts movie alien, which is also a bloody brilliant movie if i can dare say so myself and i really think its the suspense that make up for it being such a fantastic movie, but it should be closer to that considering how dangerous this ship perceives itself. As far as i know you dont have to worry about aliens exploding out of your body or any of that sort of nature!!!!
Man, that scene was so *awesome.*
My biggest advice to you is to be readily prepared for anything and be especially cautious should you make the choice to venture of the craft at a station. If you have a weapon keep it with you at all times and get your hands on at least five computers and back up ammo.
Good luck with that btw. :D
Im having a horrendous time coming across those things for myself but hopefully you wont have the same fate as i.
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Cutting to the chase, he is a bit curious about some of those latter remarks.]
Being prepared. I can do that.
[He's very glad to have his butterfly knife with him as well. It may not be anything special, but it still might come in handy, right?]
What'd you mean by "five computers," though? I do have a netbook with me.
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Or is that not enough readiness???
Oh fuck. Im really really not prepared if thats the case.
Do you have yourself any sort of object that could be use should you have to defend yourself from anything? The passengers on this ship are from every sort of world and species so you never really know who you might cross paths with.
I havent really run into anybody hostile of nature yet besides those that were on the station that i explored on, and then there is the mysterious individual that we shouldnt really talk about over the network so i fret i cannot expound more on him.
Apologies for that my good gent.
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Should go without saying but don't do anything stupid.
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[some people think his love for dancing is stupid, for example.]
—But yes, of course.
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What else do you want to talk about.
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Oh, I don't know. σ(・・?) What's your name? Have you been here long?
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it's nice to meet you, mikelo. i'm knives chau and i like your bag. :)
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[Because, c'mon. To a kid who sometimes resorts to pick-pocketing just to insure a meal for himself? News that there's food available for all is kind of amazing.]
Likewise, Knives, and thanks. :D
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You are actually mute, right? There has been at least one instance of faking, and it was--it was not appreciated.
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I am. I was born this way.
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