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

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[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.]

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[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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[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?

[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.

[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.

Does it? [That seems to amuse him, for some reason.] It is difficult to imagine the stars ever losing their charm. But then my people have always been drawn to them.

[he sees the ears and elegant features. he's already guessing elf, and the lore matches enough to at least make partial sense. he doesn't keep track of the various elven sects; there's probably a strongly-star-oriented one somewhere.

still... the aura he's sensing doesn't quite mesh with what he'd expect from an elf from home.]

Oh, when it's all you ever see, and you go for long enough without solid earth under your feet, they do lose their charm.

This is a prison, after all.

[And that gets a little huff of laughter, though there's a touch of bitterness to it.]

A prison it may be, but it is an improvement over the last in which I found myself, solid earth or no.

That makes one of us, then. I'm beginning to prefer my previous ones. ...Small blessings for you anyway, I suppose.

[he gives a little shrug while he switches gears.]

I'm Tek, by the way. ...If you don't know how you got onto this ship, we might be roommates.

Well met, Tek. [He gives a little dip of his head.] You may call me Finrod. It seems that we are thrown together, for better or worse.

[he tips his head one way... and then the other. kind of blatantly looking him over, before his smile widens.]

...Well, you're not wearing a skull on your face, so I suppose it could be worse.

[There is a very long pause and a raised eyebrow] I assume there is a tale behind that.

Oh... I see you haven't met her yet.

[and he seems tickled by this fact.]

Another of your new crewmates. And a word of advice-- don't startle her.

I will bear that in mind. Do you care to share the reason I should not startle her?

Oh, yes.

She might try and kill you. And that is not the best way to make fast friends, let me tell you. Terrible first impression all around.

[...] You are very sparse in your explanations.

Are you the sort that needs everything explained quite literally?

[he's teasing, really.]

It's how she and I met, so just keep an eye out.

It simply seems curious that a person should make an attempt on another's life with so little reason. [Or so little stated reason.]

Nevertheless, I will be cautious.

Some people have an overactive defensive reflex. Like a trapped animal. Hence, the don't startle her part.

Announce your presence, avoid sudden movements, and you should be fine.

[...Right. Going to be working hard to remember to make louder footsteps, then. Mortals seem to find that reassuring anyway.]

Of course. [A little nod.] And you have my thanks for the advice.

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