driftfleet | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Augment? Like a rune?

[ That she understands, and she doesn't like it! This isn't attached to her armor, it's attached to HER. ]

I requested no such thing. Is there really no way to remove it?

[ Pls. ]

Nobody requested it, it's just kind of there. And I wouldn't try to remove it, considering what just happened.

[ But what about using magic? No, she won't ask about that so publicly, she's not that stupid. ]

Isn't anybody worried about mind control, though?

Edited 2015-01-14 23:34 (UTC)

[ presses her lips together for a moment. if they didn't have that idea before, they sure do now. she takes a breath before replying calmly and pointedly ]

You should also know that we are being watched at any given time by the people who brought us here and a bunch of random spectators.

[ so try not to say that shit out loud please ]

[ This face. So far these people are more disgusting to her than the United Earth. At least she didn't have to WORK for the United Earth. ]

If these augments have that ability, then they also have the ability to read our thoughts. It matters little what we say versus what we think, if what you speak is the truth.

Do they at least have a representative on the ships? An ambassador? Somebody we can speak to.

Edited (what word did i even type honest to god) 2015-01-15 00:00 (UTC)

The augments aren't what's watching us. I don't know if you're familiar with cameras, but it's something along those lines.

Not that I know of. There's a voice that speaks up sometimes to announce newcomers and stuff like that, but I don't think there's been any successful attempts at contacting wherever it's coming from.

[ She means if they have the theoretical power to use mind control, then they could read their minds. But it seems like everything is grossly public already, before Merrill even understood exactly what was going on.

Oh well! Hmmm. ]

That sounds like AI! Has anyone seen the voice? Does it belong to a very adorable kitty cat robot?

Edited 2015-01-15 04:18 (UTC)

[ SHE'S TRYING TO GET THE TOPIC AWAY FROM THAT, OKAY. She doesn't want the viewers writing in asking for some sort of hypnosis murder episode. ]

Uh ... ? I don't think so. It just sounds like a woman.

Nobody can tell where the transmission comes from?

I don't think anyone's been able to track it yet, no.

We need more...hackers.

That would probably be helpful, but it seems unlikely they would pick someone who has that kind of skill if they have any intention of staying hidden.

I suppose! How many people have been brought in for this... this... whatever this is?

I'd guess no more than thirty so far?

[ That's not a lot. Separating them between ships is smart, too, perhaps to keep more peace. Or does it? She thinks of Fenris and Cole being stuck on the same ship. That's actually worrisome, especially if she or Varric aren't there to keep him calm. ]

What is it like? What's happened? Mm, I should mean... If this is for entertainment, then what do they consider entertaining?

one ; he's a transponster!

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;