Caesar Zeppeli (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2015-07-10 12:41 pm
mylegacy) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-10 12:41 pm
Entry tags:
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Who: Caesar Zeppeli and your face
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle!
[All things told, Caesar does not spend a lot of time on introspection when he arrives on the Marsiva. He takes a few moments to look at the stars - astonishingly bright and close, almost frighteningly so, when you're used to cities, or being too busy to look up and see the space that God made - and then looks away. For fear of being overwhelmed, maybe, or because he has other things to do.]
[Though he can't begin to imagine what they are. What do you do after you've died?]
[When he figures out how to access the network, he doesn't hesitate at all. Hesitating means thinking, and if he thinks too much about this his voice will come out weak, lost, confused. He is a Zeppeli; that would be unforgivable.]
[So it comes out strong, full, his syllables well-rounded and imbued with good humor.]
Buongiorno, all, I - seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere around Mars. I don't suppose anyone has a map?
[He chuckles briefly, then sombers. There's information in his head that he doesn't know the source of, but he can guess.]
There are many people trapped here. I know that much already. I know what is happening. What I don't understand is why.
[Or what is to be done about it. (Although where would he go, if he wasn't here?)]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle!
[All things told, Caesar does not spend a lot of time on introspection when he arrives on the Marsiva. He takes a few moments to look at the stars - astonishingly bright and close, almost frighteningly so, when you're used to cities, or being too busy to look up and see the space that God made - and then looks away. For fear of being overwhelmed, maybe, or because he has other things to do.]
[Though he can't begin to imagine what they are. What do you do after you've died?]
[When he figures out how to access the network, he doesn't hesitate at all. Hesitating means thinking, and if he thinks too much about this his voice will come out weak, lost, confused. He is a Zeppeli; that would be unforgivable.]
[So it comes out strong, full, his syllables well-rounded and imbued with good humor.]
Buongiorno, all, I - seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere around Mars. I don't suppose anyone has a map?
[He chuckles briefly, then sombers. There's information in his head that he doesn't know the source of, but he can guess.]
There are many people trapped here. I know that much already. I know what is happening. What I don't understand is why.
[Or what is to be done about it. (Although where would he go, if he wasn't here?)]
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So it works by solar energy, you said?
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That's right.
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