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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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[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.

Charles seemed to know quite a lot about dozens of different people, but we didn't spend much time talking about it. It was easier to think about the world we were in rather than the world we had left behind. [ Even if she had abused the chance to lean on his shoulder and accept his friendship and kindness on more than one occasion.

The mention of the Drabwurld perks her up a little and she smiles. ] Yes! That's where I was before I was brought here. Think of a medieval fantasy world, with faeries and imps and dragons - that's exactly the place I was in.

[He's listening. He honestly is. But the mention of 'Charles' pulls him up short and he's clearly taken aback. Is this another reality? Another version of his world that he doesn't know about? Kitty already recognised him, and said others would know of him too, only this sounds more akin to Kyriakos. Worlds left behind.

So while he nods at her description of this other place, he's immediately ready with a question.]

This Charles - was his last name Xavier?

You know him? [ Hermione perks up more than she would ever admit, her eyes widening and her smile brightening, unable to contain herself. ] It was Xavier - Charles Xavier! He was my second, sort of in command, when I was Marchioness, just in case something happened to me. He's one of the best friends I've ever had in my entire life.

[Second in command, to a Marchioness? Just what had this other version of Charles been getting up to. And he does think it must be another version, frowning slightly in thought. Kitty's already telling him about other realities. Charles would have mentioned something like this to him, had it been 'his' one. After all they'd been through, there weren't many secrets left.

He sighs, acquiescing at last. If he knew how to make these things private, he would do it. Erik reaches up and pulls something out from under his collar and over his head. A steel medallion sits in his palm, on a leather cord.]

Yes, I know him. It's me he was talking about.

[Without a gesture or word, the medallion rises off his palm and floats in the air.]

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