driftfleet | video/Marsiva

Who: Namorita Prentiss
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Current

[A pretty, pale-skinned woman with "sea green" (I don't write the canon narration, okay) eyes is holding the communicator too close to her face. Depending on your frame of reference, she looks like a blond Vulcan or a more or less unremarkable elf, and she's wearing an expression of slightly exasperated concentration. And she is definitely talking to herself.]

Aww man, I bet Starkphones are better than this.

[She's accidentally turned on the broadcast, you see, because she's from the early 90s and how does personal electronics that aren't from Atlantis. Quick study, though, and she giggles a little as she realizes she's transmitting.]

Whoops. Hi, everybody. My name's Nita, nice to meet you, can someone tell me how to record a voicemail greeting on this please and thank you?

[Obviously it has to have voicemail, duh.

Technological hiccups notwithstanding, Nita seems quite unbothered by having been kidnapped into space, and she settles back, pulling her long ponytail forward over a bare shoulder as she does so to avoid pinning herself to the seat by her own hair. The new angle reveals that she's wearing a scaly green bathing suit and not much else...and she's seemingly unbothered by that, too, looking at the feed with an expectant, friendly smile.]

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[ Well, he is pretty silly. But - ]

Wait, does that mean you can?

I can't.

[Y'know, now that you mention it...]

...Well, actually, I might be able to make it there technically, but I'd have to turn right back around because there's no air and, call me picky, but I like breathing.

[ Alistair still has to sit here and digest that for a moment. ] But... you can fly? Like... just fly up into the air? Like a bird or a dragon?

I am way more graceful than a dragon.

[She stands up and without any preamble lifts off the deckplates to hover a few feet in the air, the tiny white wings at her ankles fluttering.]

But yeah, up into the air.

[ Alistair's eyes get about as wide as dinner plates. Now that isn't the sort of thing you see every day. ]

...Wow.

[Demonstration made, Nita settles to the floor again, and then flops back into her seat like she didn't just claim to be graceful 10 seconds ago.]

No fliers in your neck of the woods? Uh, besides the dragons.

No people who can fly, that's for sure.

[ He's still staring at her with a mix of wonder and awe on his face. ]

Do all elves fly in your world?

[Nita looks at him in puzzlement for a second, then bursts out laughing, genuinely amused.]

I'm not an elf!

Oh. [ Why is that funny? She looks like an elf! Except she has wings on her feet and she can fly. ] So what are you?

...I mean, unless that's rude. Is that rude?

[Him asking if it's rude sets her off into another fit of giggles. Alistair, sweetie, her family never shuts up about what they are.]

I don't think this is gonna be a helpful answer for you, but I'm an Atlantean-human hybrid mutant.

[I'm so sorry about my ridiculous canon.]

[ She certainly got that right - the part about her answer not being helpful. Alistair stares at her blankly for a moment. ]

I only know one of those words.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say it's not "mutant."

[Her elbow resting on the back of her seat, Nita props her chin in one hand.]

How 'bout an introduction before we start delving into my genealogy?

[She's clearly not offended, however.]

[ To be fair, he legitimately doesn't know what a 'mutant' is - nothing to be offended about there! But at her question, he startles a little. ]

Oh! Right. My name is Alistair. It's nice to meet you.

Namorita Prentiss.

[Nita offers a hand to shake, but she'll roll with a wrist-clasp, too. That's how they do it in Atlantis.]

Anyway, Atlanteans are from the empire of Atlantis. Black eyes, blue skin, and pointy ears. I'm half Atlantean and half human, so I look like a mix of the two races.

[She'll just leave the water-breathing part out for the moment.]

[ Alistair shakes. He's picked up that much anyway. ]

Blue skin? Weird. I mean - not in a bad way, just...

[ Weird! ]

It's normal there. They think my skin's ugly.

[Nita genuinely doesn't care and is not fishing for reassurance. She knows she's hot and her idiot countrymen can go get eaten by a sea monster if they want to dispute that obvious fact.]

People are weird like that.

[ Alistair shakes his head a little. ]

Where I come from, most humans would look at your ears, assume you're an elf, and probably be suspicious of you.

What? Why don't humans like elves?

[Nita is very much against racism, and not just because apparently it would be directed against her in this hypothetical instance.]

That's a long story. But mostly humans took away their Empire a long time ago and enslaved them and destroyed their culture. We've never gotten along since, funny how that works.

And it's the humans who are suspicious of the elves?

[Seems backwards, man.]

Well, it's not like they didn't fight back. A lot. Violently.

It's all a mess, really, I don't pretend to be an expert.

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