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driftfleet2015-01-14 11:54 am
yourdistraction) wrote in driftfleet2015-01-14 11:54 am
one ; he's a transponster!
Who: Merrill & Fenris
Broadcast: {video} Fleet-Wide
Action: Anywhere on the Marsiva (they may split up we'll see).
When: January 14th
{VIDEO} ;
[ The video switches on to reveal— well okay it's an arm, covered in leather, chainmail and white fur, but only because the communicator's taking a moment to get pulled back, and only because there's more than one person trying to use it.
Or more than one elf, with pointed ears and both faces intricately covered in tattoos as the biggest clue. Merrill's markings are as dark as her short, braided hair and Fenris's are as light as his (there might even be a glow). Contrarily, perhaps, she looks much more cheerful in her greeting, but there is still a level of heightened stress to her tone. ]
Yes, hello! It seems we landed in the wrong time. World, actually! Now you promised, since the war's over. Can we speak to somebody in the Initiative? Where are our— Um—
[Merrill doesn't get to finish her sentence, as Fenris wrests control of the communicator from her. He looks decidedly less friendly, in fact, he looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. Hard.]
Our weapons. They are missing. [He jabs an annoyed thumb in Merrill's direction, whose irritated sigh can be heard off-camera.] I understand she likely disrupted the transporter. Just open up another one and send us back to Kirkwall. Now. I have no intention of staying on your blighted moon again. [A pause, a disdainful look around.] Or wherever this is...
[Actually, this looks distinctly non-Initiative. And it's definitely not United Earth, either, he remembers their holding pens, and this is not them. Where the heck ARE they? He doesn't have long to ponder or even let someone answer before there's another sound from Merrill off-camera; a gasp.]
There's something on you! Hold still.
What? What is- NO! Don't you touch me. [He may tolerate you existing in his life now, Merrill, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to touch him with your magey hands. He turns around a couple of times, trying to find...whatever it is on him, his hands tapping around his back until...oh he has a thing on his neck. WHY DOES HE HAVE A THING ON HIS NECK??
His fingers close on it, and he tries to yank it off. If you ever wondered what would happen if you tried to take your Augment off, wonder no more. Fenris gives a pained, frightened yelp, then curls into a horrible, shuddering ball on the floor, muttering horribly in Tevene. He's somewhere in the horrible recesses of his own broken mind right now, don't mind him.
Off-camera: ]
All right, I won't touch you.
Broadcast: {video} Fleet-Wide
Action: Anywhere on the Marsiva (they may split up we'll see).
When: January 14th
{VIDEO} ;
[ The video switches on to reveal— well okay it's an arm, covered in leather, chainmail and white fur, but only because the communicator's taking a moment to get pulled back, and only because there's more than one person trying to use it.
Or more than one elf, with pointed ears and both faces intricately covered in tattoos as the biggest clue. Merrill's markings are as dark as her short, braided hair and Fenris's are as light as his (there might even be a glow). Contrarily, perhaps, she looks much more cheerful in her greeting, but there is still a level of heightened stress to her tone. ]
Yes, hello! It seems we landed in the wrong time. World, actually! Now you promised, since the war's over. Can we speak to somebody in the Initiative? Where are our— Um—
[Merrill doesn't get to finish her sentence, as Fenris wrests control of the communicator from her. He looks decidedly less friendly, in fact, he looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. Hard.]
Our weapons. They are missing. [He jabs an annoyed thumb in Merrill's direction, whose irritated sigh can be heard off-camera.] I understand she likely disrupted the transporter. Just open up another one and send us back to Kirkwall. Now. I have no intention of staying on your blighted moon again. [A pause, a disdainful look around.] Or wherever this is...
[Actually, this looks distinctly non-Initiative. And it's definitely not United Earth, either, he remembers their holding pens, and this is not them. Where the heck ARE they? He doesn't have long to ponder or even let someone answer before there's another sound from Merrill off-camera; a gasp.]
There's something on you! Hold still.
What? What is- NO! Don't you touch me. [He may tolerate you existing in his life now, Merrill, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to touch him with your magey hands. He turns around a couple of times, trying to find...whatever it is on him, his hands tapping around his back until...oh he has a thing on his neck. WHY DOES HE HAVE A THING ON HIS NECK??
His fingers close on it, and he tries to yank it off. If you ever wondered what would happen if you tried to take your Augment off, wonder no more. Fenris gives a pained, frightened yelp, then curls into a horrible, shuddering ball on the floor, muttering horribly in Tevene. He's somewhere in the horrible recesses of his own broken mind right now, don't mind him.
Off-camera: ]
All right, I won't touch you.
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Heh- whoa. One question at a time, Merrill.
[Since wow that's a lot. He pushes a lock of hair behind his ear]
Anyway, as far as I know- this whole thing? Isn't the Initiative's doing. It's some guys called Atroma this time.
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[ Something that sprung up in place of the Initiative? Or the UE? With time changed, that doesn't mean everything couldn't go to pot again, it could just go a different route, with different names. ]
Atroma used the transporters to bring us here? I didn't see one after we woke up.
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[ She is teasing, since she's happy enough to see a familiar face. ]
Where are you at?
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I'm on another ship- the SS Wonderduck. Right now you're on the Marsiva, their mothership or whatever. You'll get assigned to another ship in a few days.
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Thing is, we're in a fleet of spaceships. It travels from solar system to solar system.
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[ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. ]
My feet will be cold for eternity!
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You know, you could try wearing shoes. Or even socks!
Sometimes we visit planets, and waystations. Right now we're at this one planet with a forest and a spa. You can check it out once you get assigned to a ship.
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[ She tilts the camera down to show off the furry boots! He can't see, but the bottoms are missing. Then the communicator's back on her HELLO. ]
I have to wait? Isn't there a shuttle going there now? I have assisted on a shuttle before, I ought to be allowed!
[ LET HER AT THE DIRT AND TREES. ]
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[But at leas they're cute boots!]
Sorry, I'm afraid you're stuck for now. But don't worry, it should only be a couple days.
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[ What a way to put it. It goes deeper than that, and normally Merrill might be happy to ramble about elven culture, but for once she really is trying to stay focused. ]
A couple days?
[ Hm... ]
Where is my weapon? What sorts of places are on this ship?
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Afraid I don't know. I haven't found any of our weapons, nor have I been on that ship. I was among the first group brought here, so I just woke up on my ship.
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You seemed athletic to me at the beach.
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But I mean Athlete's Foot. It's a type of infection. Looks and smells disgusting.
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Oh, is that what happens to humans who wear shoes? [ HOW DISGUSTING. HUMANS ARE DISGUSTING AND UNCLEAN. ] And then you ask me why I wouldn't wear them! No thank you.
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No.
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Humans.
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[And then back to his regular tone]
I'm sure I'll be able to hold back the tears, don't worry. [A beat] But you know, I wonder if my magic works on fungi.
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