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driftfleet2016-01-28 10:50 am
amicably_absent) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-28 10:50 am
Arrival broadcast
Who: Glitch and anyone interested!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now?
[He comes awake slowly, almost peacefully. His dark eyes stay unfocused and close again, still relaxed and calm.
The second time they blink open, there's a bit more focus and they shift to look around him.
Then he freezes.
It's a fear reaction. It's the rabbit in the headlights, stay still, maybe you won't be noticed reaction. His eyes dart around to take in details, but then he relaxes when he realises he's alone.
His hands come up and feel along the zipper in his scalp, checking with ages old familiarity for any change. Apparently satisfied that everything is right, he lowers his hands down.]
Hello? Someone? Cain… ooh, flashy light, what's… oh! Are you a Far Speaker? Miniaturised far speaking technology, look at the clarity of the screen, that's a mirror quality image.
[The communicator is grabbed and starts being turned around in his hands. His clothing seems to have once been very fine, but is now torn and dirty. His pale skin is marked with small abrasions and the dirt of living rough.
He's also still chattering away quite happily to himself.]
I wonder what sort of broadcasting signal this is using, wireless magics don't get this small, usually, but if it were pre-Witch-
[He goes stiff with shock.]
Merciful light, the Witch! DG! Where am I, I need to get back, I have to- I have to-
[He blinks and his face relaxes, all the sharp panic gone.]
Ooh! Far Speaking technology! It's so small, how did they manage to get it that small?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now?
[He comes awake slowly, almost peacefully. His dark eyes stay unfocused and close again, still relaxed and calm.
The second time they blink open, there's a bit more focus and they shift to look around him.
Then he freezes.
It's a fear reaction. It's the rabbit in the headlights, stay still, maybe you won't be noticed reaction. His eyes dart around to take in details, but then he relaxes when he realises he's alone.
His hands come up and feel along the zipper in his scalp, checking with ages old familiarity for any change. Apparently satisfied that everything is right, he lowers his hands down.]
Hello? Someone? Cain… ooh, flashy light, what's… oh! Are you a Far Speaker? Miniaturised far speaking technology, look at the clarity of the screen, that's a mirror quality image.
[The communicator is grabbed and starts being turned around in his hands. His clothing seems to have once been very fine, but is now torn and dirty. His pale skin is marked with small abrasions and the dirt of living rough.
He's also still chattering away quite happily to himself.]
I wonder what sort of broadcasting signal this is using, wireless magics don't get this small, usually, but if it were pre-Witch-
[He goes stiff with shock.]
Merciful light, the Witch! DG! Where am I, I need to get back, I have to- I have to-
[He blinks and his face relaxes, all the sharp panic gone.]
Ooh! Far Speaking technology! It's so small, how did they manage to get it that small?
no subject
[He trails off, clearly thinking about it.]
I could sure go a nice, red, juicy apple right about now. I wonder if they have those.
[There's the sound of footsteps as he strides off.]
They took it out. I don't remember it. Probably, I knew something and wouldn't tell them, so they took it out to extract the information directly. The sorceress isn't noted for her patience. Or subtlety.
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The things in there look weird...they didn't really seem like food I was used to, at least, but there are a lot of different flavors that taste like foods we have back home. It's not bad. Just...weird. [her smile can be heard at the last bit, just on the edge of a laugh. She liked experimenting, but even she had to admit that the space proteins were...strange.
But her voice sobers again after listening to him]
That's horrible.
no subject
[His footsteps continue on.
He's not anywhere near the kitchens.]
Yeah. I suppose so. Once, headcasing was reserved for the worst sorts of criminals. Murderers. Traitors. I guess it's easier for most people to pretend it wasn't done to political prisoners and dissidents and not think that it could be done to them.
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[she's about to ask what muglug is, but...
sadly...]
"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me."
no subject
Silence follows. A long silence.
He might've forgotten he's talking to someone.]
no subject
Glitch...are you still walking?
[she's pretty sure the kitchen shouldn't have been that far from the hospitality deck]
no subject
Who's there?
no subject
no subject
... I don't seem to have found it.
Oh merciful light! I'm in space!
no subject
Hang on... we'll try to get you back to the kitchen and some food.
[and she would, however many circles, stops, and starts it took]