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driftfleet2015-11-26 06:31 pm
hymnals) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-26 06:31 pm
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Who: Adrasteius
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: the Golden
When: Now
[Oh, Light; Adrasteius is exhausted. He's barely slept for the last however many days, a product of his campaign to avoid the calibrations as much as possible. Even then, the memories of what he intruded upon dog him (especially in Coil's case), and--despite his discipline--he's drunk from sleep deprivation. But today is an important day. An important time.]
I don't know about the rest of you, but --
[His speech is a little slurred. He blinks a few times, sighs, and goes on.]
-- but back home, we have a tradition on this day. 'S called Pilgrim's Bounty. There's ... typically ...
[He makes a bunch of vague gestures.]
You know. Feasting. Turkey and pies and everything. We all sit around outside the capital and just--jump from table to table. And we're thankful. That's the key bit. More than the food.
We're thankful that we're still alive. That the Light, or --
[He exhales slowly.]
-- or the elements, or pure happenstance ... that it's preserved us. For this moment.
[He runs his hands through his long hair, his fingers tangling in his feathery bangs.]
And even though I'm here, and I miss my home, I'm still--grateful. Because I don't have my whole family. But I have my son. I have the grace of the Light. And I hope that, despite everything, you all can find something to be thankful for, too.
[He rests his head down on the kitchen table. He mutters.]
Light be with you.
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: the Golden
When: Now
[Oh, Light; Adrasteius is exhausted. He's barely slept for the last however many days, a product of his campaign to avoid the calibrations as much as possible. Even then, the memories of what he intruded upon dog him (especially in Coil's case), and--despite his discipline--he's drunk from sleep deprivation. But today is an important day. An important time.]
I don't know about the rest of you, but --
[His speech is a little slurred. He blinks a few times, sighs, and goes on.]
-- but back home, we have a tradition on this day. 'S called Pilgrim's Bounty. There's ... typically ...
[He makes a bunch of vague gestures.]
You know. Feasting. Turkey and pies and everything. We all sit around outside the capital and just--jump from table to table. And we're thankful. That's the key bit. More than the food.
We're thankful that we're still alive. That the Light, or --
[He exhales slowly.]
-- or the elements, or pure happenstance ... that it's preserved us. For this moment.
[He runs his hands through his long hair, his fingers tangling in his feathery bangs.]
And even though I'm here, and I miss my home, I'm still--grateful. Because I don't have my whole family. But I have my son. I have the grace of the Light. And I hope that, despite everything, you all can find something to be thankful for, too.
[He rests his head down on the kitchen table. He mutters.]
Light be with you.
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[He stretches languidly.]
Just ... a little tired.
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[He's like an ornery cat. Or Qing's mother when she doesn't want to let him alone. Jeez.]
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Listen, a man is allowed to rest his face. I can still talk.
[Yawns.]
For a little while.
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If you don't mind the marks it will leave on your face, certainly.
[Qing's just lucky he's not tired enough that Adra's yawns are catching. .... Yet.]
We haven't met before, though. I'm Qing-Yuan, and you...?
[His voice has smoothed out a little since they started talking, taking on a faintly lilting, soothing tone.
... is he trying to lull Adra to sleep? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows.]
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[BIG YAWN.]
Adrasteius.
[It is a pretty soothing voice. He shuts his eyes, and his long ears droop.]
'S nice to meet you.
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Adrasteius. It's nice to meet you, too. [He tries, though there's a definite something off about his cadence trying to speak - Cantonese is still his first language and Mandarin follows before English, after all. Adra's name has entirely too many vowels in it.]
What ship are you on? I've been visiting a few but haven't come across you yet.
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Just 'Adra' is fine. Most people call me that, anyway.
[He laughs, a little deliriously.]
Or worse. Anyway, I'm on the Golden right now, but I'll be on the Bishop in a day or two.
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Ah, alright. I'll try to visit sometime, then. Er, if that's not too bold for someone you've never met.
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[He pauses; yawns again.]
Well. We're all stuck here, anyway, and should therefore make some kind of effort to be friends. Or at least occasionally civil?
[He shrugs. Closes his eyes.]
Anyway, I'll see you around, right?
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I'd agree with that. I'm sure we will. Rest well, Adra.
[At least he seems to be willing to nap. Even if it's in the middle of the table... better than nothing.]