002. Sebastian Moran in: Colonel Moran's Jungle Adventure: Narrated by Sebastian Moran

[sebasher]

[ Interesting thing about Sebastian Moran: he absolutely loves a good jungle. It doesn't matter what type, so long as it's interesting and He considers the Tranquility a jungle within itself, really, if jungles were composed of oddly mismatched architecture. The entire ship has offered him plenty of room to explore, though, and he's finally discovered the oxygen gardens.

He knows full well that there's not anything of the nasty, sharp-toothed, razor-clawed nature lurking in the gardens, but it's nice to be back in a familiar environment, so he's incredibly cheerful, whistling some semblance of a tune when the recording begins, his eyes scanning his surroundings beyond the view of the device. Suddenly, he stops his whistling and cracks a grin. ]

Damn. That'll be stuck up there all day now. [ He taps his temple. ] How far does all this go on, then? It doesn't seem nearly deep enough for my tastes.

[ Oh, another interesting thing about Sebastian Moran, by the way: he really loves to hear himself talk. Which means that for the next few minutes, the lot of you have to him narrate his own mini documentary. And his voice is not nearly as calming as Morgan Freeman's. ]

Maybe we'll catch a tiger, eh? [ He chuckles. ]

Damn near impossible to catch one of 'em by the toe and live to tell the tale, in case you ever wondered. They've got razor sharp claws that retract, five inches long on most of 'em. You'd probably be better off putting your head between their jaws and saving 'em the trouble of shredding you to bits.

[He continues on in this manner for five more minutes or so, rattling off strangely gorey facts about tigers and other beasties and jungles in the world's cockiest tone until--

The scheduled "rain" for the lower levels of the garden begins to fall heavily, instantly soaking him and mostly shutting him up beyond hushed swears as he fumbles to turn the device off. Thanks, Tranquility. ]

{OOC| I would like to apologize. Also, tags will come from tigers because I changed his username yes good.}

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[meal]

[She could... agree with that. But only because it means she starves. Carefully:]

And why do you hunt?

[tigers]

[ Oh, he has a much different reason for finding the situation unfortunate. ]

The excitement, of course. Enormous thrill, tracking and being tracked by something with teeth and claws that can slice you into ribbons with one swipe. It's a challenge don't find it anywhere else.

[meal]

[It takes her a moment longer to answer, this time.]

That is a strange passion to have.

[tigers]

[ He notices, and he's smirking on the other end of the conversation. ]

Better than no passion at all, ain't it?

[meal]

Do you not have any other?

[tigers]

Plenty.

[meal]

[Another pause, this time a little more self-conscious.]

Then I do not understand why you worry about having no passion.

[tigers]

I don't. I'm a man of multiple passions. I simply prefer some to others.