first song.

[robitussin]

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.

Comments

[robitussin]

[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?

[theirinurpants]

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.

[robitussin]

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?

[theirinurpants]

[ 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.

[robitussin]

Wonderful. I am so excited.

[glancing at the food]

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

[theirinurpants]

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. ]

[robitussin]

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

[theirinurpants]

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

[robitussin]

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

[theirinurpants]

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.

[robitussin]

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?

[theirinurpants]

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.

[robitussin]

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

[theirinurpants]

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

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

[robitussin]

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

[theirinurpants]

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.

[robitussin]

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.

[theirinurpants]

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

[ Yep, you've got him pegged. ]

[robitussin]

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

[theirinurpants]

What's a genie?

[robitussin]

...A magical being who grants wishes.

[theirinurpants]

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

[robitussin]

Genies don't actually exist.

[theirinurpants]

Demons do, though. [ He shudders a little. ] Nasty buggers.

[robitussin]

At this point I really shouldn't be surprised, and yet.