Crash Test Dummy (Literally) >> Audio ;

[justamobster]

[ The post goes up on the network a few minutes after touchdown planetside. The speaker is quite obviously trying to catch his breath, and there’s an undercurrent of laughter in his voice— sharp with both disbelieving amusement and a bit of panic. ]

The er, emergency landin’ system on the ships, yeah? That?

S’workin’. Just thought folks’d wanna know.

[ GUESS WHO ALMOST JUST DIED? This guy!

For context and any in-person concerns, see Prompt #1 here! ]

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[mikoshi]

[ Vincent isn't puffing away just yet, because it'll be a cold day in hell before he picks up those disgusting e-cigarettes — strawberry-flavored nicotine? Fuck outta here. Instead, he worries a toothpick, keeping an eye on an analog clock. ] Good mornin', Sleeping Beauty. [ Light tease, no malice behind it. There's a sense in the air that this is old hat to him. ] Anyways, as I was sayin', g-LOC ain't no joke. 4 to 6 g is 'round the ballpark where the untrained go lights out. You're lucky half your ship in the sand and an impromptu nap is all you're dealing with.

[justamobster]

Ishkabibble t'you too.

[ He looks up, searching the other man's face for any sign that he noticed the cough full of smoke. Who knows, maybe that's normal where he's from. Like a damn cartoon character from the shorts they show before the flickers. ]

Not sure what "g" is, but if it ain't in miles-per-hour or comparable t'horses, it don't mean nothin' to this noggin. [ He points to his forehead. ] Whole "space travelin'" particulars're new t'me.

[mikoshi]

[ He's seen much more outlandish — people with multiple, piercing optics where eyes should be, walking and speaking around without throats, with the skin of crocodiles and made out of gold — that the smoke doesn't even register. ] Gravitational force equivalent. Earth is equivalent to 1 g. 4 to 6 g is 4 to 6 Earth's worth of gravity suddenly weighing on ya. Forces all the blood down your body, dryin' up your brain. So you faint — G-force induced loss of consciousness, or g-LOC.

Don't need space travel, just acceleration. [ Winks. ] I race cars.

[justamobster]

You got luggers that go that fast? [ That gets a low whistle. ] Don't think all the cops in Nieve'd catch that. Lemme know if you're up for a heist.

[ He shakes his head, gesturing toward the mess that he made out of his ship. ] M'obviously more of a stick-up or yegg, dependin'. Driver's not my forte.