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Who: Nelkeila "Trashbag" Tarid
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: Any ship
When: Noonish

[while all passengers of the Drift Fleet should have the augment-given knowledge needed to pilot the SR shuttles without help, some people need their hands held a little bit to actually get started. so, now that someone has finally 'taught' him to fly, (thanks for leaving that legacy, Shawn,) Nel can be found zooming around through space, buzzing the various ships of the fleet.

he just wants to say hi, okay. a couple times, he even gets close enough that he can practically wave through the windows at the faces inside. hello, friends!

also, he may never have gotten the fact that drivers are supposed to stay off the phone while catapulting through space. with something blaring in the background, a video feed pops on from inside an active shuttle-- seemingly from Nel's lap, until he jostles the device around and props it on the dashboard.]

--Hey! Does anyone race these things? They go way faster than I thought they would!

[...are those proximity alarms in the background, or just part of the music? who knows!]

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--What?

[yeah, about that being able to understand him thing. give him a second while he fiddles with his communicator, turning the volume on the music down-- of course taking his eyes off of the 'road' in the process.]

What did you say?

[No, wait, he has to repeat himself? Robb huffs softly.]

I do not think those are meant for racing...ser.

[not even nobility is safe from this elf's wandering attention.]

Oh, uh... [his smile falters, a little.] You don't need to call me that. Just 'Nel' is fine.

[Chance is that all that noise made him deaf to the ears.]

Very well. Nel it is. [A soft sigh follows.] Do you think it is wise to use these ships for racing? [Racing was done on horses and ships...well...

It could be very interesting but also very dangerous. For a moment Robb finds himself torn. Gods, sometimes he does sound like an old man...]

[maybe with his overabundance of maturity, and Nel's sheer lack of it, they'll meet somewhere in the middle.]

Well, yeah! They're perfect for it. And there's all this room, and it gets so boring on the ships... why not?

[Robb fits very well into his role as the one in charge of security. It is good to have some sort of purpose. Even though it is always quite the responsibility to be the one who has to make sure that everyone is safe.]

Do you know the workings of these ships?

[It would be quite cool to fly a small ship but whenever he finds himself in the cockpit he finds it daunting.]

Do you mean the shuttles? I know a little. I mean... enough to fly them, at least.

[granted, the augments give every passenger the knowledge necessary to fly a shuttle, but some need that extra push to realize they can actually do it. and Nel is certainly one of those.]

My friend walked me through it. It's really not that hard.

[Robb thinks he can figure it out as well, after all, it is told that he knows. Like he knows about weapons.]

Wouldn’t they mind if you take them too far? The ships. The smaller ones.

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