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[retconciled]

Who: Milla
Broadcast: Open video!
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: December 13th


[Milla looks unhappy. Get used to that look, you're going to be seeing it a lot. She's outside her office and points the camera at the door where a plate reads "Milla Maxwell" and then nudges the door open to show a small couch, a desk and some chairs.]

So what the hell do I do with this anyway? And where is the food? You know, actual food? Food people eat, not this gross whatever it is! I want to make soup... And what about a tomato omelette?

[She makes a frustrated noise and goes into the office, leaving the door open and flopping on the couch. She keeps the communicator above her.]

Listen just tell me who do I contact to go back to dying? [Dryly:] At least the miasma didn't have flavoured jellies for meals.

[Yeah she's sore about everything. She drops the communicator on her chest - someone might want to tell her about where that's pointing - and chooses to sulk on her couch.]

(no subject)

[faithfulwisdom]

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.