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]

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.

[theirinurpants]

Well, we have been kidnapped to a flying ship in space.

[ Though, that's way weirder than the existence of demons, which is a given. ]

[robitussin]

If only this were the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me.

[theirinurpants]

It's not? That must be saying something.

[robitussin]

Yep, and that is a story for another time.

Is there anything to do here while we wait to be pushed off to another ship, or are we just supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs?

[theirinurpants]

I haven't found anything to do except eat this - [ He pokes idly at the protein goop. ] - and talk to people.

[robitussin]

There's nothing to do except eat shit and socialize? God, why does the universe hate me.

[theirinurpants]

[ Alistair looks at her curiously. ]

At least you don't have to talk to Orlesians. They're always twisting things around, and... ugh.

[robitussin]

You keep saying stuff like Grey Wardens and Orlesians as if I have any fucking clue what you're talking about.

[theirinurpants]

I could explain them to you! Or you could tell me about your world.

[robitussin]

Why the sudden curiosity?

[theirinurpants]

Um... because? I need a reason now to be curious?

[ Does her world not have small talk? Getting to know new people? Making friends? ]

[robitussin]

Just weird to want to know stuff about someone you've talked to for, like, five minutes.

[to her, at least, because she's an antisocial loser.]