Erik "NO" Lehnsherr [Blade | Magneto] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-02-27 02:14 pm
grandstanding) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-27 02:14 pm
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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.
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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[The idea that untold numbers of people are watching him and what he says will take some getting used to.]
What's your name?
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[He says that amiably enough. God knows he himself wasn't so forthcoming with his lycanthropy on his first day.]
Remus Lupin, on the Paisley.
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[A brief pause.]
Blade.
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That's my ship, yes-- you're welcome to come over for tea or conversation any time you'd like.
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[When he feels less like he's entirely without control over the situation.]