001 | video (backdated to early in the month)

[heartchart]

[At first Eiri was loathe to believe that he was going to be stuck here indefinitely, but after a month of waking up on this damn ship every day, he's grudgingly starting to accept the reality of the situation.

And so, now that he's more or less come to terms with the idea that he's probably not going home any time soon, first thing's first. He definitely has his priorities in order.

Now, there's an extremely grouchy looking blonde man on the network, and the feed is a little off to the side and tilted because he has no idea how to use this ridiculous technology and he may or may not have ended up throwing it across the room a few times while trying to figure it out.]

I'm not exactly in the habit of publicly bitching and whining, but I'm running low on cigarettes.

If anybody has any or knows how to get them, I'm willing to work out some kind of arrangement.

[His politeness is incredibly forced, and it's clear the lowering supply of nicotine is starting to take its toll. As he cuts the feed, the jostles the camera around a little and curses at it before it goes black.]

Comments

[kutte]

Talk to Ned in the Gardens. He'll get you set up, if you're willing to get your hands dirty.

[heartchart]

[He raises an eyebrow, somewhat uncertain.]

Depends on what you mean by "dirty".

[This place is bizarre as hell. Eiri can't really rule out the possibility of "hands dirty" implying some sort of weird space hitman job.]

[kutte]

Not that kind of dirty.

[ haha surprise ned spreads filthy rumors about u ]

Just some grunt work around the place. It's not like anyone around here takes money, if you even had any to give.

[heartchart]

[He does actually have money to give; usually keeps quite a bit in his coat pockets. But the fact that it's worthless here surprises him.

Everything seems to be worthless here.]

Huh.

[A beat. Eiri has been referred to as a "rich snob" before back home, and the idea of physical labor bores him. But for cigarettes? He'd build the goddamn pyramids over again for some nicotine right now.]

In that case, I'll have to get in touch with him.

[And he adds the next part grudgingly, because politeness is really not in his nature on a normal day. But he doesn't need to be making enemies around here already. He doesn't have the energy for that right now.]

Thanks.

[kutte]

Don't mention it. I been there myself. This place isn't much for the comforts of home. If I had spares myself, I'd trade you, but I'm running low.

permatext.

[culver]

I have some cigarettes.

[heartchart]

Can't blame you for that. At this point I'd rather give up one of my legs than what I have left of them.

[heartchart]

What do you want for them?

((ooc; Also asdfg hey there, this is Heather-mun from Fac. It's good to see you around.))

[not here]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[EXCUSE FUCKING YOU]

[culver]

[months ago she would have said "nothing"
but things are different now]

What do you have?

[ooc; !! hello! it's nice to see you as well c:]

[kutte]

I wouldn't go that far, but things haven't gotten that desperate yet. If you're lucky, some'll turn up in your locker from time to time, but I wouldn't bank on that.

[heartchart]

Things just turn up?

Why? Who's leaving them there?

[heartchart]

[excuse yourself Heather]

[heartchart]

I have some strawberry shortcake.

[Wow, now he feels sort of pathetic.]

And beer, if that's more your thing.

((ooc; I'm glad I'm getting the chance to thread with you again c: ♥))

[culver]

[as if nill would need beer
then again which is more of a commodity here and which will last longer]

How much beer?

[kutte]

That's the million dollar question. No one knows.

[heartchart]

Started with a 6 pack. I think I've got about three cans at this point.

[Don't judge him life in space is hard]

[heartchart]

So shit just shows up and no one knows why? This sounds like a shitty horror movie.

[culver]

[she gets it man, she does]

What do you think would be an equal trade?

[heartchart]

Think a pack per can or two is too steep? I'm willing to work with whatever.

[Not saying he's desperate but. He's desperate.]

[kutte]

Welcome to the Tranquility, man. This place is a horror show most of the time.

[culver]

I think two cans per pack is fair.

[baby's first negotiation]

[heartchart]

Sounds good. Thanks.

Is there somewhere I can come bring them to you?

[Eiri's not exactly in the mood for social calls but it's necessary right now.]

[heartchart]

Maybe I'd be better off just throwing myself out that airlock people are always talking about.

[He's joking, if his tone is anything to go by, but even a joking Eiri Yuki sounds cold and flat.]