01 | action + video

[stefanged]

Who: Stefan Salvatore and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Following the shuffle!

[action]

[Instant teleportation sucks. Especially when it's too quick for him to process - and then bam! He's... somewhere. Somewhere that's throwing confetti into his face and playing loud, welcoming music?

He nearly stumbles back into the wall, instead regaining his bearings in time to take a look around the ship. Stefan's step is hesitant as he grips his messenger bag tight and explores various places. While he's not exactly stealthy, he's not trying to intrude on anyone either.

In the end, he's settled down in the med lab, inspecting the equipment and trying to discern what's different from the hospitals and labs he's worked in back home - it's not what he's expected, but he could get used to it.]

[video]

[Stefan had held off on announcing his presence via communicator - partially because it wasn't the Network, and partially because they're recording him 24/7 anyways. Does he really need to give the NSA (or whatever this universe's version of the NSA) more fuel for their potentially Islamophobic fire?

Once he's holed himself up in the med lab, he fiddles with the communicator until he's found the video function--]

The longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people's - various species? - taste in television. [He smiles, though it's thin.] Or our showrunners' definition of "informed consent." Doesn't seem like anyone here remembers signing those NDA's.

I... well, this is kind of a weird question, but does anyone know what direction the sun's in? Or how I'd find out what direction the sun's in? It's pretty important. [More than important - it's necessary for his prayers, though he knows better than to voice that out loud.]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Alright. If your sure, but if I happen to figure anything out even for a guess I'll let you know.

[Vash doesn't mention anything about the worship. Being an each his own kind of man.]

[stefanged]

That'd be great. Thanks, man. [He means it too. While Stefan can devise his own methods for praying, any hint of Earth's location would make his life easier.]

Oh, I'm Stefan, by the way. Wish we could've met under better circumstances.

[goldenglasses]

The name's Vash the pilot. [He snickers mentally to himself at the change in his nickname.] On the Three Twins that is. Wish so too, but kinda hard to imagine how we'd all meet otherwise.

And a lot of people here are pretty interested in Earth so we may find some clue sooner or later with so many people on the look out!

[stefanged]

I've learnt to never underestimate the power of the universe, Vash. [Multiverse? It doesn't feel quite right calling it just that.] I'm the lab support over on Paisley, so if you ever need some medical care, you can call on me too.

[He nods. Right, a lot of people seem to be from Earth, if not a version of it.] That's true. If I had to guess, I'd say our producers're biased towards it. What was your planet called, if I may ask?

[goldenglasses]

Good to know!

Ah, well, my planet? Ah, haha, it's called Gunsmoke. Earth is a much nicer sounding name if you ask me.

[stefanged]

Thanks, but it's also a pretty neutral name. [Not that Stefan had any part in naming it.] I don't think I've heard of Gunsmoke before.

I'd ask "what was it like," but that seems pretty broad so... were there any glaring differences between it and Earth? Just from talking to the rest of us Earthlings?

[goldenglasses]

Well, it's a little different from Earth. It's a desert planet. So from my understanding? Picture an Earth desert and cover the whole planet in it. With varying degrees of sand and hot. From really soft, sinking sort of sand to really solid. Then hot and extra hot in terms of heat.

[Vash leans his head back and lets out an ear shattering laughter. As if he had just told the world's best joke. After all, better to laugh about a terrible situation than be brought down by it.]

[stefanged]

[He doesn't know what he was expecting, but that.... certainly wasn't it.]

Sounds rough. [He means it too; he lived in a desert for a whole year himself.] But hey, outer space must feel a lot cooler in comparison.

[goldenglasses]

[Most don't know what to expect with Vash.]

Yeah it is! Have you touched one of those windows? I think I'd freeze if I could go outside in space!

[stefanged]

Most of us would too. [He's seen the few exceptions up close and personal - and it's not exactly a memory he can erase either.]

Thank God for cabin pressure and however they regulate temperature here, right?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah! Not too hot, not too cold! So it's great for sleeping in! Although, I'm glad we land on so many different planets and stations. I'd probably go stir crazy seeing the same things all the time if we didn't!

[stefanged]

You and me both. So how often do you think we come across waystations? I figured other planets weren't as often, but those seem pretty important.

[goldenglasses]

Hmm, so far it's been a pretty steady two or three a month. There was a little bit where we didn't see any, but seems like they're a bit more common around here.

You know, wherever here is.