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driftfleet2016-01-13 10:32 am
bloodbiter) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-13 10:32 am
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first poem
Who: adelina and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva
When: now
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[there's a figure clad in armor slowly stirring on one of the cots in the marsiva. it takes a few moments for her to come to, but when she does, there's a flurry of activity. she reaches for her sword instinctively - but it's gone. she looks around the room quickly, noting how unfamiliar and strange everything looks.
she refuses to lose her calm, though, and so she's heading into the rest of the ship to (hopefully) find some answers after inspecting the place she awoke in. her growing agitation is obvious in the way she moves, though her steps are still graceful and elegant despite the heavy armor. she's not going to panic, but not knowing what's happening or how she might fix it is frustrating. as such, she raises a hand in greeting to the first person she comes across on the marsiva. despite her mounting anger, her voice is polite and pleasant.]
You there. Might I request your help?
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[later, she's trying to puzzle out the strange device that is the communicator. this means you're getting an extreme close-up of her face as she looks at it, though the view is rapidly swiveling around as she turns it over, then around, then sideways. what a good introduction.]
How peculiar. I wonder how we're meant to-
[the broadcast ends abruptly, only to resume a few moments later. someone's pushing buttons despite having no idea what they do while muttering aloud to herself.]
—different from anything I've encountered before. I wonder if it's a sorcerer's invention, or perhaps some kind of—
[there she goes again. someone might want to help her out.]
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva
When: now
[video & action]
[there's a figure clad in armor slowly stirring on one of the cots in the marsiva. it takes a few moments for her to come to, but when she does, there's a flurry of activity. she reaches for her sword instinctively - but it's gone. she looks around the room quickly, noting how unfamiliar and strange everything looks.
she refuses to lose her calm, though, and so she's heading into the rest of the ship to (hopefully) find some answers after inspecting the place she awoke in. her growing agitation is obvious in the way she moves, though her steps are still graceful and elegant despite the heavy armor. she's not going to panic, but not knowing what's happening or how she might fix it is frustrating. as such, she raises a hand in greeting to the first person she comes across on the marsiva. despite her mounting anger, her voice is polite and pleasant.]
You there. Might I request your help?
[video]
[later, she's trying to puzzle out the strange device that is the communicator. this means you're getting an extreme close-up of her face as she looks at it, though the view is rapidly swiveling around as she turns it over, then around, then sideways. what a good introduction.]
How peculiar. I wonder how we're meant to-
[the broadcast ends abruptly, only to resume a few moments later. someone's pushing buttons despite having no idea what they do while muttering aloud to herself.]
—different from anything I've encountered before. I wonder if it's a sorcerer's invention, or perhaps some kind of—
[there she goes again. someone might want to help her out.]
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[she finds it hard to wrap her head around, honestly, but it's hardly the most important question on her mind.]
As you might expect, there are several things I'm curious about. If you have a few moments to spare, I would appreciate your assistance.
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[He settles down onto his bed, sitting with his legs crossed under him.]
Right now, you're on the main ship, the Marsiva. Around it, lots of smaller ships float around. We're in space-- do you have that where you're from? [No, he assumes from her armor, but one never knows.] Where that is is a bit trickier-- nowhere near home, I think. I can't find any charts that mention my planet, nor anything I recognize.
So: in relation to me, I can tell you. I'm on the Paisley, and if you peer out a window you might see it-- one of the little ships I mentioned. But in relation to where you're from . . . that's a far trickier question, and one no one quite knows yet.
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[she struggles to understand that, too, and it brings forth a multitude of other questions. one stands out as more important than others, however.]
...If we don't know where we are, precisely, how are we meant to return home?
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[He exhales and offers her a sympathetic smile.]
We're meant as entertainment. I'm going to assume you don't have reality shows where you're from, which means . . . well. It means that, although you can't see, we're being recorded. Watched. All of us. And then shown to people as entertainment.
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...No. I refuse.
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I'm sorry.
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[He tips his head to the side.]
Don't you have anyone famous at home? Or-- legendary, I suppose I might say. One whose stories, lives, are interesting?
[From the armor and way she speaks, he assumes a medieval time. So he tries to think of Arthurian legends, and how they might be interpreted.]
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Does that mean everyone who was brought here is exceptional in some way?
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Of course. I apologize, all of this is just... Frustrating.
[which is an understatement, really.]
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[He agrees quietly.]
But you're not alone here. That's one consolation, at the very least.
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