001 | video

[percolates]

Who: Ciri and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: On the Marsiva! Feel free to tap her on the shoulder and say hi.
When: Nooooow, a little bit after her arrival.

[video]

[For someone who looks like she stepped out of some medieval era, Ciri doesn't seem too alarmed by all the space and technology. It's easy enough for her to figure out how to broadcast, and she peers into the camera for a moment before speaking.]

So, two questions: where can I get a sword, and how exactly are my abilities dampened, here? [Because the first thing she tried to do was teleport back to Skellige, only for a whole lot of nothing to happen. Maybe if she didn't have enemies to demolish she'd actually feel some relief about the fact that what makes her a target for so many people is gone.] I can't be the only one. Someone must be very skilled to figure out how to keep that much control over us.

And... one more thing. I don't suppose any of my companions have found themselves here. [She frowns, brow creasing with worry. It's unlikely. She knows how sudden world-hopping works... or doesn't work. Still, she must try.] Geralt? Yennefer? Triss?

Comments

[percolates]

I certainly hope they're not so delicate. [She likes the stars, but space--especially this up close and personal--is a little scary with so little separating them from it.]

[helladoomed]

Hey, bored people go crazy. And crazy people can do anything.

[She says this like she clearly knows from experience.]

[percolates]

You sound like you're expecting the inevitable.

[helladoomed]

[Normally Chloe would've said she totally was, and she even slips into a posture where she was about to, but something stops her. After a few seconds she grins and shrugs.]

Maybe, maybe not. I usually do, but this is a whole new world right?

[percolates]

Indeed. [Ciri offers her a little smile.] What's your name?

[helladoomed]

Chloe.

[The teen moved over to look out one of the windows again.]

You?

[percolates]

Ciri. A pleasure to meet you, Chloe.

[And maybe she doesn't need the consolation, but]

We'll be all right.

[helladoomed]

[She grinned, looking at the woman through her reflection in the window.]

Hey, this is as alright as I'm gonna get, man. I've got no room for complaints.

[percolates]

That's awfully chipper.

[helladoomed]

[She turned back after a second and shrugged.]

I know a lot of people are expecting to go home, right? It's not really an option for me.

[percolates]

What do you mean?

[helladoomed]

I mean this is it. This is my last stop.

[She thought she'd be more upset, talking about it.]

Things are about to go hella badly for me, back in Arcadia Bay. Or they already did. I'm not...sure.

[She sucks in a breath and makes an 'mm' sound. Okay. Maybe she wasn't that okay with it.]

[percolates]

[Oh. That... is surprising, and Ciri seems at a loss as to what to do.]

You don't know that for certain.

[helladoomed]

No I do. I absolutely do.

[She leans back against the window she had been looking out. Okay, yeah, definitely not okay. But faking it. Chloe was good at faking it.]

Which I guess is luckier than some people. I mean, I know this is it. None of that 'we might get to go home' false hope I keep seeing people talk about.

It fuckin' sucks otherwise but...eh.

[percolates]

[She may be good at faking it, but Ciri has a hard time believing it. Talking about such grim things does not leave one okay.]

How old are you, Chloe?

[helladoomed]

[It's not too hard to guess why the woman is asking.]

Nineteen.

[percolates]

[Only a little younger than herself.]

That is far too young to give up.

[helladoomed]

I didn't say I was giving up.

[Chloe frowns.]

There were options, two of them, one of them sucked for me and the other sucked for everyone else I care about.

I picked the obvious choice.

[percolates]

And then you found yourself here?

[helladoomed]

Yup. Better than what I was expecting, anyway.

Plus Max is here. So I mean...I really have no room to complain right now.

[percolates]

A friend? From home?

[helladoomed]

[Chloe smiles some, and...well, it's not really a 'friend' smile, but she doesn't seem to have any idea.]

Yeah. My...best friend. She's been stuck here a while, she said.

[percolates]

[Hmm. Ciri smiles, mostly to herself.]

You're better off than most of us, then. Does Max have a unique hair color as well?

[helladoomed]

Nah. She's a mousy little hipster chick.

[Chloe fishes her phone from her pocket and clicks it on, twisting it around to let Ciri see the background picture on her phone.]

[percolates]

[She has no idea what a hipster is, but she leans in a little to peer at the screen.]

Cute. She must be very important for you to keep a picture of her so close at hand.