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driftfleet2015-07-25 04:23 pm
thatwhichyields) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-25 04:23 pm
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At least it's not the ocean?
Who: Phedre and you!
Broadcast: Yes! All of it.
Action: Marsiva! At any point :)
When: Soon. Now? Now. July 25
[She had woken, shivering and alone. Her first though had been of Skaldia, and her second had been of Joscelin. But this was not winter, only a chill to her marrow, and Joscelin was nowhere to be seen.
Alone, then. Alone and lost. A more familiar occurrence than she liked.The first thing to do was try and learn about where she was. Phedre made a swift and quiet exploration of her surroundings, taking the complete unfamiliarity of her circumstances into perspective.
When she realized her strange communication device is casting, Phedre allowed herself a deep breath followed by a slow exhale. This contraption (that she inexplicably knows how to use) took minimal investigation as she decided exactly what shes going to do with this information.
Phedre was accustomed to writing her correspondence, and generally addressed a particular individual. Attempting the same on a larger scale was more daunting than she would have expected.]
Good evening.
[She hesitates, uncertain of how to proceed or even if that was the correct greeting. Was it evening? How did one tell with no sun to designate the passing of time? Or was it too many suns?]
Please allow me to apologize for my intrusion, but due to the nature of my situation I found it to be the best option available to me. I wish to inquire into our current circumstances, primarily that of the apparent lack of assistance upon the… Marsiva?
[The lilt she places on the end of that question is meant both for the name of the ship and for the question itself. She had already explored the many crevasses she could insert herself into, but the lack of people... So very much of her knowledge was often gathered through humanity. Such blankness told her little, beyond that this place was completely outside of her realm of understanding.]
Anything you could tell me would be greatly appreciated.
Broadcast: Yes! All of it.
Action: Marsiva! At any point :)
When: Soon. Now? Now. July 25
[She had woken, shivering and alone. Her first though had been of Skaldia, and her second had been of Joscelin. But this was not winter, only a chill to her marrow, and Joscelin was nowhere to be seen.
Alone, then. Alone and lost. A more familiar occurrence than she liked.The first thing to do was try and learn about where she was. Phedre made a swift and quiet exploration of her surroundings, taking the complete unfamiliarity of her circumstances into perspective.
When she realized her strange communication device is casting, Phedre allowed herself a deep breath followed by a slow exhale. This contraption (that she inexplicably knows how to use) took minimal investigation as she decided exactly what shes going to do with this information.
Phedre was accustomed to writing her correspondence, and generally addressed a particular individual. Attempting the same on a larger scale was more daunting than she would have expected.]
Good evening.
[She hesitates, uncertain of how to proceed or even if that was the correct greeting. Was it evening? How did one tell with no sun to designate the passing of time? Or was it too many suns?]
Please allow me to apologize for my intrusion, but due to the nature of my situation I found it to be the best option available to me. I wish to inquire into our current circumstances, primarily that of the apparent lack of assistance upon the… Marsiva?
[The lilt she places on the end of that question is meant both for the name of the ship and for the question itself. She had already explored the many crevasses she could insert herself into, but the lack of people... So very much of her knowledge was often gathered through humanity. Such blankness told her little, beyond that this place was completely outside of her realm of understanding.]
Anything you could tell me would be greatly appreciated.
no worries!
I'm no lord, ma'am, just a soldier. James Barnes. At your service.
You lovely angel
A pleasure. I am Phedre no Delaunay. [Her title she leaves off - it is apparently irrelevant here - and she had never been one to flaunt it, surprise in her life that it had been.]
Are you in this fleet with us?
no subject
Pleasure's all mine, ma'am. Yes, I am. You're aboard a ship called the Marsiva, you'll shortly be assigned to one like mine.
no subject
[Phedre smiles in appreciation. It was something at least, this information.]
And are these ships unmanned as well?
no subject
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Are they contracted for our journey, then?
no subject
No. We serve as the crew. The only natives we have around her are the little repairbots, and the people we visit when we stop for supplies.
no subject
[Her eyes widen with what does not even attempt pretence at anything other than shock. It truly didn't make sense to her. The real question was how?
How did a power control them from a distance, with no physical manifestation beyond self-propelling ships? How did self-propelling ships exist?
So very many questions.]
no subject
Yeah. For their entertainment. To be honest, I was thinking this is a dream.
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I... see.
[No. No no no.
As good as trapped and her own keeper. Not even of her choice. She was alone, and lost, and apparently had no one to try and discover information from.]
no subject
no subject
[She smiles in appreciation as well as she can, tucking despair behind wherever she managed to keep it. Now was not the time. Not while on the contraption thay captured her image at least.]
You are kind, but no. Perhaps I could contact you later? If I have more questions?
no subject
no subject
I appreciate your help.
Good evening, Mr. Barnes. Until next time.
[A gracefully dipped curtsy, and she flicks the screen off.]