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Who: Erik Lehnsherr & anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide video, unintentional
Action: The Marsiva
When: 26th Feb

[When the feed begins, Erik is already awake. Awake, but not yet moving from the bed. He's holding himself in the kind of intense stillness that preludes a burst of activity. And it comes shortly after, as he rolls swiftly to his feet and surveys the deck. This isn't the mansion, that much is clear. Nor is it part of any realm he's been in that he can tell. His brow furrows as he glares daggers into a featureless wall. While there is nothing of particular interest about it - it's just a wall - he seems to be observing something he finds off-putting about it.

He shakes his head abruptly, a quick jerk of the chin.] No. [With nothing further to say than that, he turns and stalks out of frame, with only a cursory glance at the communicator left behind.

Ten minutes pass, the feed holding on a truly exciting shot of that empty bed and floor.

But soon enough he re-enters the frame, wearing an expression somewhere between frustrated and resigned. This time, he does notice the communicator. After a considering pause, he walks over, reaching out ... and turns it with a finger, pointing the camera at the wall. His voice rings out clearly a moment later.]

If someone is watching, I'd appreciate an explanation. I haven't got much patience for these kinds of games anymore.

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So I've heard. It's better than thinking I'm being avoided for some other reason.

[Nefarious or otherwise. He gives her a nod at the introduction; best to keep his own information consistent between parties.]

Blade. How many other ships, exactly?

No, it's definitely nothing you've done. I woke up there as well a few weeks ago and now I'm here on the Vanquish.

[ And she doesn't seem too off-put by it, given how she smiles. ]

As far as I've heard? About eighteen or so?

It sounds like a lot.

[Compared to the kind of groupings of people he's used to, at least.]

How many people would be on each one, do you know?

It seems like a lot until you get caught up in your own ship. Then it feels a little cramped.

[ At least in her experience. ]

It depends on the ship, honestly. Some of them have worked hard to upgrade them to make more room and others are quite small. From ten to fifteen?

[Judging by the seventeen ships he's heard of, that would make nearly two hundred people. ]

So, it varies. Is this upgrading part of the system, then?

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It seems to be. We work hard, the people... Watch us? And we can earn enough things to upgrade our ships if we'd like to. I've not really been here long enough to do anything with mine, though.

[Something in that answer makes him grimace. But it passes quickly enough.]

It's certainly... well-ordered.

It would have to be, to manage all these people. We're kept here, so it's a good thing they're keeping us content until we figure out a way home.

[Good for who? Not them, most likely.]

Surely these ships are going somewhere. Isn't that the whole point of them?

I haven't been able to find that out yet. I've been here a few weeks and we did stop somewhere, but it just seems like we're travelling to nowhere so people can watch what we get up to. That's how we earn money.

I've heard they've stopped in a few places, over time.

Where was the place they last stopped?

It was a kind of open market type of place? We could earn money there since our credit accounts were frozen - and we were supposed to deliver some gumballs, but I think some people opened them.

Are gumballs valuable in this universe, then?

[Stranger things have happened... maybe.]

I think it had more to do with some kind of proof of trust. We weren't supposed to open the containers, but some people did.

[A proof of trust, or a test of obedience.]

Did anything happen to those who opened them?

Not yet. I've tried not to think about it, just locked myself up to make a few potions and medical supplies.

[Potions...?]

It's better to be prepared, I suppose. I'll have to see if I can visit this space station once I'm off this ship.

You should be able to, at least before we head off again. From what I've seen of other network posts and what people have told me we stop at a few every now and then as we journey to wherever we're going.

Yes... someone sent me a brief description of where these ships have been before. They do seem to move around a lot.

[He's concerned about where they're going, as surely it can't be aimless.]

I'll be kept busy once off this ship, at least.

Oh, absolutely. There's always something to do.

[ She pauses, before she ventures - ]

Do you know what your augment is yet?

[He glowers a bit at the mention of the augment. What he'd like to do, in all honesty, is try to cut it out. But someone's already warned him off it, so he won't try to... yet.]

I believe something mechanical. So I'm told it's engineering.

That's useful! Mine is lab support, hence the potions and the medicine making, which is a good thing as it's what I spent the last three years of my life doing.

[ She's trying her best not to make him all the more angry, and so she smiles, scar stretching and wolf marks on her neck coming into view. ]

Do you have experience with engineering?

[Luckily, his ire is directed elsewhere, so it dissipates quickly. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze skimming over the markings on her neck. Hmm.]

Not in the traditional sense. But I'm good with metal, so it's as natural a fit as I could hope for.

Are you in that kind of profession, then? Medicine?

You're good with metal? One of my best friends once knew someone that was really good at using metal - it was his power, I think, but he never went into much detail.

[ And she remembers Charles with the kind of fondness that shows on your face, a softness she can't hide - and nostalgia, because she misses him so much. It hurts, and aches a little, and she has to push it away. ]

I was particularly good at it when I was studying at school and I was almost entirely in charge of making and selling them when I was fighting in the Drabwurld.

I haven't met many who've had a power quite like that. [Quite like his. He's aware, from Kitty, that there are others here who may already know of his powers. It's not something he guards as a secret, but he's still a bit reticent about potentially broadcasting it to whoever is watching. The girl's comment does warrant some more attention.] I am familiar with it, though.

The Drabwurld? An interesting name.

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