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driftfleet2015-12-01 01:34 am
child_of_bhaal) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-01 01:34 am
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Nightal 1 1369 dr- Feast of the Moon
Who: Syeira and Open!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Red Fish, if you want. Or she can go other places. I'm flexible.
When: From the night of 11/30 through all day 12/1.
[Syeira hasn't broadcast anything since her first day. That was a long time ago. She almost doesn't remember how, so it takes her a moment of fussing around with her device before realizes it's actually working. She's in the cargo area of the Red Fish, sitting on the floor against a wall. Her knees are pulled up, and the device is resting on them so she doesn't have to hold it. She's wearing her Nymph cloak, so she looks a little shinier, and seems a bit more compelling at the moment. She's not wearing it to command attention, just feels the need to be wrapped up in something familiar.]
So I realized tonight that I've been with the Fleet for exactly seven months. I'm still so unused to this thing...
[What an awkward way to start.
She sighs, leans her head back and just...talks.]
Today is a holy day in Faerun. The Feast of the Moon. It's the start of winter. On this day, people do a lot of things. One of them is recounting stories of heroic slayings.
[Yes, slayings. Not deeds. Slayings. Murders.
She fidgets with a strand of her hair.]
Since I've been here, I've hardly killed anything. It's surreal.
I hate this day. I don't want to hear stories of death and murders. Don't we all have enough of those? Does anyone have a nice story? I'd really like to hear them.
Please.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Red Fish, if you want. Or she can go other places. I'm flexible.
When: From the night of 11/30 through all day 12/1.
[Syeira hasn't broadcast anything since her first day. That was a long time ago. She almost doesn't remember how, so it takes her a moment of fussing around with her device before realizes it's actually working. She's in the cargo area of the Red Fish, sitting on the floor against a wall. Her knees are pulled up, and the device is resting on them so she doesn't have to hold it. She's wearing her Nymph cloak, so she looks a little shinier, and seems a bit more compelling at the moment. She's not wearing it to command attention, just feels the need to be wrapped up in something familiar.]
So I realized tonight that I've been with the Fleet for exactly seven months. I'm still so unused to this thing...
[What an awkward way to start.
She sighs, leans her head back and just...talks.]
Today is a holy day in Faerun. The Feast of the Moon. It's the start of winter. On this day, people do a lot of things. One of them is recounting stories of heroic slayings.
[Yes, slayings. Not deeds. Slayings. Murders.
She fidgets with a strand of her hair.]
Since I've been here, I've hardly killed anything. It's surreal.
I hate this day. I don't want to hear stories of death and murders. Don't we all have enough of those? Does anyone have a nice story? I'd really like to hear them.
Please.
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I couldn't tell you. Minsc would know. He's a ranger. I am just a lowly bard. My random knowledge tends towards spells, armor, weapons, magical items, and their colorful histories.
The important thing is that she believed they were most certainly a thing.
no subject
[What is worse in this particular scenario? He might not really be sure, either.]
Maybe if she spent more time looking for her own water rats instead of thinking up riddles mixups like this wouldn't happen.