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[faithfulwisdom]

Who: Finrod Felagund
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS. Pathstone
When: December 13

[Action]

[Finrod’s first few days in space had been spent primarily adjusting to the facts that he was alive, that he was not in the Halls of Mandos, and that he was in space. It was rather a lot for an elf to deal with, especially directly after the trauma that was the dungeons of Angband. So, for the most part, he kept to himself on the Marvisa.

Once he was transported to the SS. Pathstone, however, he seems to have recovered enough of his senses to become set on exploring the ship to the full extent of his abilities, leaving no door unopened. At least he’s smart enough not to go around pressing mysterious buttons? Be thankful for the small things, people, because a curious, technologically ignorant, elf can cause a lot of problems- at least until he’s side-tracked by a window and a stunning view of the stars.

Don’t mind him if he stares for a while.]


[Video]

[Eventually, Finrod decides to reach out to the others here. Thanks to his communications augment this isn't nearly as impossible as it should have been. Even so, the video feed is out of focus when it turns on and it takes a few moments of shaky adjustments before the image of a handsome, blond, Elven man comes into view. Satisfied with his work, he eventually flashes a brilliant smile and sits down to address the fleet at large.]

A ship which sails among the stars. Extraordinary, is it not? If circumstances were different, I might speak of it with wonder and awe. As it is, I find my enthusiasm somewhat dampened. [Not entirely, though. There’s still some sparkle to his eyes, some boyish sense of adventure that death itself could not kill.]

My name, friends, is Lord Finrod Felagund and I would consider it a personal favor if any with knowledge of Arda, particularly with the House of Bëor or the children of Finarfin, would contact with me as soon as possible.

[He gives a little nod and another little smile as he reaches to turn off the communicator.] You have my thanks.

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[ino]

[ hey there dude, have another (less sparkly) blonde looking a little bit amused ]

I think most people who get forced into a situation tend to be less enthusiastic about it.

[faithfulwisdom]

Naturally so. Still, I cannot help but think that it is a shame that such a wonder be used for such a foolish purpose.

[ino]

Yeah, pretty much. But since there's not much any of us seem to be able to do about it without getting thrown into space, it's probably best to just get what you can out of it.

[faithfulwisdom]

[He frowns] Do you mean to say that there are those who have been "thrown into space," as you put it?

Action!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley, as usual, has been spending most of his time lounging around lazily, avoiding all of his duties and expecting his crewmates to pick up the slack. Which of course, rarely happens, so Finrod is already on a winner ship.

He strolls up behind Finrod with a sly smirk.]

Ah, so I did hear the fanfare. Looks like they've given us another newbie.

[faithfulwisdom]

So it seems. [Speaking of which...] Is that fanfare entirely usual? It seems a touch excessive. [Says the Elven prince.]

[onlyanapple]

Every time. It gets old, fast, but the puddings that come with it make it marginally worth it.

Video

[wilder]

[Even if he doesn't recognize any of those names, and he sure doesn't know this guy- the ears and fancy language are enough of a giveaway of what he's dealing with]

Sorry, but if those are elves you're looking for, I'm pretty sure you're the first of your kind I've seen out in the fleet.

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[faithfulwisdom]

The House of Bëor are Men, but the rest are elves. [But wait-] Truly? The majority of you are mortals, then?

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[wilder]

Uh....

Is that what elves are calling humans nowadays? I mean I know humans have shorter lifespans, but...

[It's not like you're immortals! Just wow. Conceited.]

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[aberrant_type]

It's quite incredible, isn't it?

[Have a human woman with thick brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and glasses perched on the bridge of her nose smiling sunnily back.]

Inconvenience aside! I'd be delighted to be here if I hadn't been kidnapped!

[Although she looks... and sounds... super delighted anyway...]

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[faithfulwisdom]

[Well, it's a little hard not to smile back in response to that grin.]

You seem in good spirits, at least, despite the circumstances.

[aberrant_type]

Oh, of course I am! Think of how many things we have to learn here. I already understand much more about the workings - and the extent - of the universe than I did at home. Of course I need to get back, but as we don't directly control when that'll happen, there's no point in being angry.

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[heresyandlace]

[it isn't the silly little fanfare that pulls the dragon's attention and draws him immediately out of his lair. it's the feel of something old appearing on the ship, with all the flavors of ancient earthstuff that strike both familiar and unsettling chords with him.

he doesn't look all that cautious when he comes strolling out of his little office/bedroom, though. he's carefully all lazy smiles as he wanders out to the bridge of the ship and finds his newest crewmate.]

...Enjoying the view?

[faithfulwisdom]

[For all that he may feel old, Finrod is a young man, both in appearance and in bearing. He stands at the window with his hands folded behind his back, turning only slightly to acknowledge the stranger.]

Even the stars here are strange to me. But it is no less breathtaking to see them so near.

[heresyandlace]

[the youthfulness is indeed reassuring. he tends not to get along with anything more mature than that.

so, he approaches a little nearer. it's only enough to hang within a slightly more comfortable conversational distance, but it's the gesture that counts.]

I suppose you should enjoy it while you can. The novelty of it wears off faster than you'd expect.

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[ladiesss]

[well, this pings a lot of things. she's just curious enough that she decides to turn on her own feed, put on her metaphorical old-fairy-business pants, and clear her throat--which does nothing to fix the thing where she can only speak in a whisper.]

I, um, I'm afraid I haven't heard of anyone here from that house. Actually, you're the first person I've heard of in a long time that's referred to their house at all--it's kind of a minority thing around here.

[she sits up straight on her Counselor's couch and tries to look professional!]

That said, I am Sir of the Unseelie Court, and if you had something back home you need to get back to, I hope you return there soon.

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[faithfulwisdom]

[Oh, some clarification is probably in order.] I am personally of the House of Finarfin; the House of Bëor are sworn allies of mine.

But it is a pleasure Lady Sir- [He hopes he got that right.] -and I thank you for your kind wishes. Fortunately, I have no pressing business at home. [To put it mildly.] I worry more for my kith and kin.

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[ladiesss]

Oh--my bad. House of Finarfin. I apologize.

[way to go Krista, you dummy. she at least manages not to wince.]

May I ask what's going on that has you worried?

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[amarant]

[ When he happens across the sickbay in his travels, he will find that it is less of a sickbay and more of an...amalgamation of room things. Blankets piled on the cot, vegetables growing in any container available, and in the middle of the room, a young-looking girl, looking up in surprise. ]

--I haven't seen you before.

[ Slightly tense, like it's more of an accusation than an observation. ]

[faithfulwisdom]

[He smiles, but hangs back, recognizing that the girl was ill at ease and not wishing to disturb her more than he already has.]

You would not have. I have only just arrived. [He glances around the sickbay, his eyes lingering a bit on the vegetables growing everywhere it seemed possible for them to grow. Charming.] Do you stay here?

[amarant]

[ He'll eventually get used to that. She's never not ill at ease, he'll come to find, the more he spends time on the ship. When he doesn't come closer, she relaxes somewhat, but still doesn't seem overly warm. ]

Yes, this is mine. But...if you're sick or hurt, you can still come here.

[ It is what she's here for. ]

It's been a while since we've had anyone new.

[ Everyone else will probably pity him when they know what ship he's ended up on. ]

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[catamite]

[Nel has been studiously hiding from the comms for the most part so far... but this hits him with such a weird pang of familiarity that he hardly takes a moment to think before flipping on his own video feed.

so, Finrod will then have a scruffy whelp of an elf grinning at him from the screen.]

--Oh, um! Hi there.

I like my hover-over translations

[faithfulwisdom]

[No matter where you are or who you are, there's something oddly comforting in seeing, if not a familiar face, a familiar type of face. The tension in his shoulders eases a little.]

Gi suilon, mellon. I began to think I was the only elf in the entire fleet.

WHOA THAT'S SO COOL I immediately ran off to learn how to do it

[catamite]

[it has been so long since he's not only seen someone who looks to be probably elven, but also goes right out and confirms it. he's suddenly grinning as wide as he can, bouncing in his seat once when he can't contain his glee.

and with the way that his augment translates for him, he doesn't even notice or care that the words don't actually sound right. that doesn't matter one bit right now.]

Y'elurah haieh! ...Wow, I can't believe... wow!