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driftfleet2016-01-13 04:09 pm
theoniongirl) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-13 04:09 pm
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§ 1st Fairytale
Who: Jilly Coppercorn
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Mid-day
[Action]
[there's no surprise when she wakes up. No stream of questions or panic or indignant disbelief. When Jilly sits up, she only has eyes for the massive bank of windows and the stretching, open expanse beyond. Her boots are almost silent as she pushes up from the cot and moves closer, just...staring. In a moment, she might notice anyone else awake and wandering around the Hospitality Deck and, eventually, she'll recognize the strange little communicator sitting on the table next to her cot. But--for just this moment--awe wins.
Once she shakes off the initial wonder, those on the Marsiva can find her....anywhere, really. Marveling at the view from the viewing bay, poking at the strange devices in the kitchen, or exploring the baffling maze of empty hallways--Drift Fleet has acquired one curious, tiny artist (just barely 5'0"!), and she's determined to see EVERYTHING.]
[Network]
[It takes awhile for her excitement to settle enough to sit down and check out the communicator, but that only makes her wonder return when she realizes that it feels...familiar. Christy had only just talked her into buying a home computer last month and she really hadn't done much with it, and yet she had no trouble at all finding the video function on this tiny device and switching it on for a close image of a pair of bright blue eyes. The image wobbles as she pulls it back to reveal a small-boned woman with a head of unruly curls (whatever magic Atroma used to get the paint out of the strands hadn't done anything to tame the tangles).]
Hello.
[She smiles, shaking her head slightly] I'm not really sure who I'm introducing myself too, but I'm Jilly. All of these messages...obviously the few of us on this ship aren't the first to show up. You can hear us, too, right?
[she has more questions, of course, but it doesn't feel urgent. For now she's just...curious.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Mid-day
[Action]
[there's no surprise when she wakes up. No stream of questions or panic or indignant disbelief. When Jilly sits up, she only has eyes for the massive bank of windows and the stretching, open expanse beyond. Her boots are almost silent as she pushes up from the cot and moves closer, just...staring. In a moment, she might notice anyone else awake and wandering around the Hospitality Deck and, eventually, she'll recognize the strange little communicator sitting on the table next to her cot. But--for just this moment--awe wins.
Once she shakes off the initial wonder, those on the Marsiva can find her....anywhere, really. Marveling at the view from the viewing bay, poking at the strange devices in the kitchen, or exploring the baffling maze of empty hallways--Drift Fleet has acquired one curious, tiny artist (just barely 5'0"!), and she's determined to see EVERYTHING.]
[Network]
[It takes awhile for her excitement to settle enough to sit down and check out the communicator, but that only makes her wonder return when she realizes that it feels...familiar. Christy had only just talked her into buying a home computer last month and she really hadn't done much with it, and yet she had no trouble at all finding the video function on this tiny device and switching it on for a close image of a pair of bright blue eyes. The image wobbles as she pulls it back to reveal a small-boned woman with a head of unruly curls (whatever magic Atroma used to get the paint out of the strands hadn't done anything to tame the tangles).]
Hello.
[She smiles, shaking her head slightly] I'm not really sure who I'm introducing myself too, but I'm Jilly. All of these messages...obviously the few of us on this ship aren't the first to show up. You can hear us, too, right?
[she has more questions, of course, but it doesn't feel urgent. For now she's just...curious.]
Video
[And that's where the happy ends.]. It's ... a bit of a mess right now. Long story short, our fairy godfather died and all his enemies are knocking on our door. Humanity once stretched across the solar system, now we've got one city. Good news is you got Guardians - people like me - pushing back. We're something of a badass. [See? Robots can do shit-eating grins too!]
Video
How is that possible?
[As for his tale of the future...it's a grim story, but something about the way he tells it keeps her from pressing for details. At least, not right now. He's too dismissive for it to fit with his friendliness, so far--maybe because humor is easier or maybe because it's too sensitive to talk about. Either way, there were other things to focus on besides Earth and it's potential history.]
Re: Video
[And Jilly's suspicions about humor are spot fucking on. It is his greatest weapon; his wit and charm to disarm any unpleasant situation.] Anyway we're here now, might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.
Video
I can do that. I don't suppose there's any hope of finding a library or a shop here, though? If it's true we'll be on this ship for awhile, I mean?