driftfleet | 001 || video + action

Who: Jon Snow and you!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.

[video/action]

[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.

That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.

He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]

Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?

[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]

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Yes, an actual forge. [Jon, holy shit, tone down the snark there. Yes, he thinks it's an actual sailing ship, but he's quickly getting thoroughly disproven over here.] That's a disappointment, but you're right, perhaps we can find some way around that. Is there anything close to one?

Your--what? [Is that weird slang for knives?]

[She smiles.] My weapon of choice. Wrist gauntlets with retractable metal claws. Three blades on each wrist.

And I'm sure there are alternatives. There might be someone who can manipulate metal. [It would be really helpful if the Rogue here had permanently absorbed Polaris' powers too. Probably not as helpful for Polaris.]

[So, something like armor, but with knives that can be retracted. Got it. He's pretty sure.

And--yeah, okay, that's new.] Like a blacksmith? [Is there anyone who's a blacksmith around here? He kind of doubts it, they haven't even got a proper forge.]

No, not like a blacksmith.

[She is giving him a considering look. Even worried. She'd started to think of this place as easy. So many people she's talked to have entered here from another place like this where people are caught instead of their homes and even when they hadn't they'd been from worlds more like hers where the unexpected could be expected. But not everyone.]

So, if you thought the rest was hard to believe, I have something harder for you. The people who are brought here come from different times. [Among other things] Picture someone from a hundred years before you were born suddenly being in the present day with you. Now imagine maybe that's you in the future and that's why the ship looks wrong.

What are they if they're not a blacksmith, then? [He's actually genuinely curious here. Reeling from everything that's going on, but he's starting to get it.

And then she comes right out with that. This is the face of a man who is definitely skeptical about this whole thing, but--well, he's just recently died and now he's on a ship and it's apparently in the future, and he's talking to someone using some kind of device the likes of which he's never even seen before.

He can roll with this shit like a champ.]

So you mean to say I've somehow been pulled into the future. [Sure, why not. He's just going to sit back down on his cot, lean back a little, and start massaging his temples.]

Probably. [Okay, maybe not as simple as she made it sound.] On top of different times there are different worlds being thrown together. Instead of a blacksmith I was thinking of someone with powers.

For instance, I can walk through things. I don't need doors. [There's more to it than that, but it's a starting place.]