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driftfleet2014-12-13 07:21 pm
faithfulwisdom) wrote in driftfleet2014-12-13 07:21 pm
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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.
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.
I like my hover-over translations
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
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!
OH MAN I can't believe you didn't know that before it's nifty
May I ask your name? [Like having something to call the other elf.]
I'm not cool enough to know stuff like that :'D
[he fidgets with his hands, automatically fixes his bangs a little bit.]
Sorry... I just got excited.
psssh, you are plenty cool
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Wow, so... are you brand new here? Do you know what ship you're going to be on or anything yet?
[not that he's HOPING or anything...]
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I am and I do not. On what ship do you find yourself, Nel?
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...Which... is kind of a stupid name. But we didn't pick it-- I promise.
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[what did Lloyd say they were...]
...Triples?
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in all the conversations he's had, all the times that he's complained about his ship, no one has offered a reasonable explanation for it yet.
so, his mind is pretty much blown.]
...Whoa! I bet that's it!
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