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driftfleet2015-11-21 03:05 pm
shoujoreject) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-21 03:05 pm
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001 - Action/Video
Who: Qing and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva's hospitality deck
When: Now
[It's amazing, how immediately things can change. How much can be lost in the span of a few eyeblinks, a whole walk home, a night of normalcy swirled in the realms of "probably" and "who knows". It permits the growth of terror in an individual, waking up in an unfamiliar place that feels like a hospital - simple metal walls, painfully clean, full of just the barest attempts to make it feel livable. It doesn't take long, fueled by that very same terror, to want out.
His only help is the familiarity of the qipao - not that he would have fallen asleep in the dress, he's sure - and the pair of hairties resting next to his communicator. Did someone drug him? There's no chance to be sure, though... they would have to, wouldn't they? Between the communicator mysteriously at his side and the faint feeling of something tugging at the back of his neck - the not-so-faint rigidity of something there when he reaches back to investigate - it seems clear. What isn't, of course, is why.
Why is something he won't find the answer to in a strangely-comfortable bed inside a metal box. So he does what he must - gathering what shreds of courage he can and sitting up - only to find the sight of a place that provides no comfort in spite of its attempts at amenities. When he speaks, the tone is soft and high, almost unequivocally feminine.]
... What is this... place...
[The question is asked to the open air and his arms wrap around his chest for a little warmth. His eyes widen when his gaze settles on the windows - the view of the open space beyond them - and he can't seem to look away for the longest time. This isn't possible. It can't be possible. The shock is clear on features far too smooth, too young for his age, wide violet eyes trembling a little in the very, very visible struggle to compartmentalise terror. Red hair hangs down to nearly his waist, furthering the illusion of femininity and adolescence.
Getting up almost too quickly, the wrinkles of his dress smooth and fatigued legs creak under him, but he ignores all that to move, to find someone to talk to - some answer to what the hell is going on. Anything to dim the fear that's still burning in the pit of his stomach.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva's hospitality deck
When: Now
[It's amazing, how immediately things can change. How much can be lost in the span of a few eyeblinks, a whole walk home, a night of normalcy swirled in the realms of "probably" and "who knows". It permits the growth of terror in an individual, waking up in an unfamiliar place that feels like a hospital - simple metal walls, painfully clean, full of just the barest attempts to make it feel livable. It doesn't take long, fueled by that very same terror, to want out.
His only help is the familiarity of the qipao - not that he would have fallen asleep in the dress, he's sure - and the pair of hairties resting next to his communicator. Did someone drug him? There's no chance to be sure, though... they would have to, wouldn't they? Between the communicator mysteriously at his side and the faint feeling of something tugging at the back of his neck - the not-so-faint rigidity of something there when he reaches back to investigate - it seems clear. What isn't, of course, is why.
Why is something he won't find the answer to in a strangely-comfortable bed inside a metal box. So he does what he must - gathering what shreds of courage he can and sitting up - only to find the sight of a place that provides no comfort in spite of its attempts at amenities. When he speaks, the tone is soft and high, almost unequivocally feminine.]
... What is this... place...
[The question is asked to the open air and his arms wrap around his chest for a little warmth. His eyes widen when his gaze settles on the windows - the view of the open space beyond them - and he can't seem to look away for the longest time. This isn't possible. It can't be possible. The shock is clear on features far too smooth, too young for his age, wide violet eyes trembling a little in the very, very visible struggle to compartmentalise terror. Red hair hangs down to nearly his waist, furthering the illusion of femininity and adolescence.
Getting up almost too quickly, the wrinkles of his dress smooth and fatigued legs creak under him, but he ignores all that to move, to find someone to talk to - some answer to what the hell is going on. Anything to dim the fear that's still burning in the pit of his stomach.]
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[ Like smiling on cue, perhaps ... ]
Anyways, like I said, we're in space, right? So, people get brought here from all different planets and universes and stuff.
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Different planets and universes... thus the question about TV, then. [Smart cookie, this one.] ... Ah, my manners. I'm Qing-Yuan.
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I'm Ino. Nice to meet you.
... You're taking all of this pretty well. I'm guessing there's some sort of supernatural type thing in your world, then?
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[He's not, not really. Most of him is still convinced it's an elaborate sham. Even now, his mind is searching out a logical explanation, a way out. Anything. Every time it can't find one, he has to struggle not to just shut down. But... even if it is all true, what can he do about it?
If she's not lying, then--]
Ah... no. [His brows furrow briefly.] But getting upset about it only makes it worse, doesn't it? If you're being honest, freaking out will only make things harder.
And if it's some kind of dream, then... I'd rather be the one in control of myself, wouldn't you?
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[ Especially if there's no magic or anything ... ]
Well, as long as you keep an open mind and remember that anything is possible, you won't have too much trouble settling in. We haven't exactly found a way out of the situation on our own yet, so you might be here awhile.
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I've been told I am a little too apt to roll with things. I guess I always figured someone has to keep a clear head when everything is going crazy.
[He can't say the facts come as much of a surprise. People didn't tend to be this nonchalant about something if they thought they had an escape plan, after all.]
At least until I become a boring plotline, or something...? [There's a wry sarcasm to that statement. Anything is possible, she says... and considering he has an implant in the back of his neck and he's on a ship in the middle of space, he can't say he disbelieves it.]
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Anyways, she shrugs ]
We don't know exactly what makes them take you off. They say the point is to be the most interesting and have the best ratings, and the one who manages that will get to go home ... but we don't really have much reason to trust them at their word so easily.
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[ She looks like she's pouting a little. No matter how many times she explains it to newbies, it still ends up irritating her because of how stupid it is ... ]
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[Be a little more humble, Qing....]
It does seem like it, though. It's a bit unfair for people who aren't really fit for either situation, isn't it? [Ino pls stop pouting.]
But... it sounds like it happens pretty often around here, one or the other. Doesn't it... get old after a while? [For the 'players' and for the 'audience', really.]
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It's a little bit different when it's happening to you, though ...
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[Beat.]
... Sorry, I'm probably just wasting your time here, babbling like this. [Ha-ha.]