driftfleet | first song.

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first song.

Who: some loser and you
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: marsiva
When: now

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck. Okay, breathe. Breathe.

[Muttered, eloquent first words from an extremely eloquent girl who then turns to stare into the camera, looking like she's about ready to hyperventilate.]

Okay, I don't know who's watching this, but if anyone can see this and has any fucking clue what's going on, I'd really appreciate some answers. I have no idea whose realm I'm in or, like, anything else, and I figure I have like twenty seconds before I start seriously freaking out, so, you know...

[she stops rambling for a moment to take a deep breath.]

Just talk to me if you can hear this.

[for those aboard the marsiva, she can be found pacing around hurriedly, keeping an eye open for anyone. if she spots you, she freezes in place for a moment, uncertain as to whether or not you can be trusted.]

Uh... Hey there.

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Uh, yeah.

[a short pause as she looks him over]

Okay, two questions before we go any further. First question, did you for some reason kidnap me, and second question, if I don't run right now are you going to try to kill me? Just, you know, ruling out any potential stranger danger.

[ Well, that's - an interesting reaction. Alistair glances down at himself, as if to check and see if he's gotten any more scary or intimidating in the last ten minutes, and then looks back at the woman. ]

No, and no? I just got here a few days ago, apparently we've all been kidnapped. Not sure why. Also, I don't really like killing people. I mean, if someone attacks me, sure, what can you do, but for no reason? That's silly.

[ He glances at the tray briefly. ] My name is Alistair, by the way!

[everyone is scary and intimidating when you're a teenager who's just been abducted into space, okok.]

Okay, stranger danger crisis averted. There is a very low chance of me attacking you, so we should be good.

...Opal. How many days have you been here?

That's good. I don't like being attacked much. Especially for no reason.

[ He gives her a smile. ]

Three? Maybe. It's hard to tell - it's always dark out there! We're up in space.

Yeah. I have about the upper body strength of a wet noodle, so I wouldn't be that stupid even if I did have a reason.

Any chance you know your way around by now?

[ Alistair is tactful enough not to comment on the wet noodle thing. ]

There isn't much here, really. I'm told that soon we'll be sent to another ship, where we'll stay while we're here. This is just... the welcome wagon?

[ He points at the food he's holding. ]

I know where the food is, anyway. It's not good, though.

Wonderful. I am so excited.

[glancing at the food]

Oh, no. No. I don't think that qualifies as food in any universe.

Yeah, it's terrible. But it's all there is to eat, I'm afraid.

[ He's eating it, but then he's got a Grey Warden's appetite on top of being a nineteen year old man. ]

God dammit. Put me out of my misery, please.

Oh, it's not so bad. There are some interesting people here, at least! And no one's tried to kill me yet.

Shouldn't that last one be, like, a normal thing instead of a plus?

Maybe, if you're not a Grey Warden and - well. It's complicated. Or, was. I mean, it's still pretty complicated but the part where everyone was trying to kill me is mostly fixed.

Okay, I'm gonna have to insist we stop talking about the whole almost getting killed thing now to avoid an awkward amount of oversharing. That cool with you?

Sure? [ Given that it's all very public information back home, Alistair isn't inclined to call it "oversharing", but whatever makes her comfortable. ]

If it helps, there might be people here that you know.

Well, that's both a relief and really awful.

Yeah, I wouldn't wish this food on my worst enemy.

Well... maybe my worst enemy. But certainly not my friends! Or total strangers.

I was thinking more about the whole kidnapped to space part, but yeah, the food is right up there in terms of painful punishments.

I mean, I am a bit worried about being tossed out there. [ He points vaguely at a small window. ] It looks very dark. And cold. And empty. It probably wouldn't be a good idea.

But I've seen worse prisons.

Why did God create optimists... It's not the interior of the prison I object to, it's the fact that we're in a prison to start with.

Oh, well, yes, that's bad. But I'm sure we'll figure it out, sooner or later.

[ Yep, you've got him pegged. ]

And then a genie will appear and grant all our wishes, because that's how life works.

What's a genie?

...A magical being who grants wishes.

That sounds like a demon. Never trust a demon. It won't end well.

Genies don't actually exist.

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