Yuya Sakaki (
entertainheir) wrote in
driftfleet2015-06-15 10:21 pm
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Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning
Who: First Breath crew
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Action: SS First Breath
When: After the Shuffle
[Another week, another Shuffle and there's been a few new additions to the First Breath lately! What's everyone up to? Hopefully nobody's allergic to chocolate-flavored dessert cream.]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS First Breath
When: After the Shuffle
[Another week, another Shuffle and there's been a few new additions to the First Breath lately! What's everyone up to? Hopefully nobody's allergic to chocolate-flavored dessert cream.]

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... Hello?
[He can't stand up, so he shifts onto his stomach and tries to scoot himself towards the bridge's only exit.]
Morgana? Are you there?
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Unfortunately, that isn't the case this round. But there is someone new on the First Breath. Steven beams in only a few seconds after Bran, landing surprisingly gracefully.]
Hi! Are you new? I don't think I've met you before!
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I-I just came here, from the Marsiva.
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[He comes to sit next to him, not realizing that Bran isn't lying down by choice.]
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I'm Bran. Bran Stark.
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[Bran was hoping days, at the most.]
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[Whatever awful thing that means.]
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Hey! Are you all right?
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I'm not hurt.
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He squats down next to Bran to get closer to his level and to get a better look at him. He's definitely young, maybe around Tatsuya's age, and with that thought his next question is said more quietly.]
Can you get up?
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Where am I? I was just on the Marsiva.
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[He wants to say "sorry" for that since being kidnapped is never good news, but that's probably too depressing. Instead:]
...Do you want me to help you up?
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No, I can't stand, sorry.
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Then can you sit up, if I help you? That position doesn't look too comfortable.
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I'm sorry, I don't want to be a burden on your ship.
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[Crap, he messed up somewhere. This was not how he'd hoped things would go. Yuya frowns for a second, wondering if he hasn't made things worse, before he smiles and places a hand on Bran's shoulder. It's tentative, so hopefully Bran will understand he can tell Yuya to back off if he's uncomfortable, but Yuya wants to try and communicate that he's welcome.]
Now that you're here, you're part of our crew. You'll never be a burden!
[...Granted, most of the current ship population has been here less than a month at present, but it's hard not to spend time together on the same ship and not feel any bond.]
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[Bran suddenly remembers his augment, and his eyes dart around again at his surroundings. Being entrusted with a job is both thrilling and terrifying, and he wonders again how he's going to manage it.]
I'm supposed to maintain your ship. They all said the information is in my head, but I'm still not sure if I can do it.
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Hello? Are you...alright? Very tired, maybe?
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I'm fine. I've just come from the Marsiva.
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[More staring, then a tiny wave in reply.]
I'm not injured. My legs... They don't work.