driftfleet | first poem

Who: adelina and you!
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.]