001 ♛ Video;

[moonofmylife]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: She can be found on the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva if anyone wants to find her wandering around.
When: Today!

[Daenerys hadn't even had fortnight to settle in, to take in the situation she's found herself in. One moment she was in the almost safety of Drogon's company and the next she was surrounded by Dothraki. Now? She was.... looking at a strange speaking device? She learned enough that people could communicate with it, but not enough right away on how to do so herself. It takes her a moment to figure it out and when she finally does, her violet eyes are still wide with concern on the video feed. Once she realizes it's working, she tries to go for a more calm and assertive outward appearance.]

To think that such a place would be capable of stealing so many from their homes. I can't imagine the ransom they'd be seeking. I wish to speak to whoever thought it wise to attempt such a feat and if any others can provide valuable information, mayhap you'll receive a reward from me in return.

[Mostly her eternal gratitude, given that she had little else on her person in the way of money. Carefully, she tucks a stray silver lock behind her ear. She wanted to ask where Drogon was and yet she knew outright asking her captors where they'd taken her dragon might be too foolish of a thing to attempt.]

Comments

[moonofmylife]

I've been told why we're here and the like, but I suppose you could tell me more? What are we supposed to do to entertain these people?

[Because honestly she's kind of lost on that. She doesn't know what to do but to be herself.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

So far as I understand it, it's the things that people gossip about that earns the most money. Things like-- arguments, or sex, or fights. Anything interesting, anything people might like to talk about. Does that make sense?

[moonofmylife]

So... brothels and fighting pits then.

[She's being sarcastic, but that might very well be true if what he says is accurate.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not quite that dire, not yet, but that's sort of the idea. I think there was a lot of fuss over a blender last month, actually. Er-- that's a kind of kitchen device that mashes things together.

[moonofmylife]

I... see. And people fought over it?

[So basically Atroma just likes to make people argue and bicker like chldren over inanimate objects. Gotcha.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Bickered, I think, would be my verb of choice, but-- yes. More or less. There's not a lot to do, and one of them is an idiot and one's a child, so . . .

[moonofmylife]

That isn't very nice. I know plenty of smart children.

[She's smiling, though because honestly it sounded silly the more she tried to picture it.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, she's not unintelligent-- quite the opposite-- but she's still a child, and I hardly expect her to act anything but. Which means rather a lot of absurdness.