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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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That makes sense. You can't do much about what you know nothing about.

[Not initially, anyway.]

Yes. Frustrating as it is, that is the way things are. At least, for now.

[Her tone sounding a bit vengeful with that last, little tail end there.]

[That does spark his interest a bit. He can relate.]

Things change. The longer people are kept here, the more must eventually come out about these... hosts.

That is the hope at any rate. There are many of us who are waiting patiently for that window.

[She doesn't care if the Atroma are listening. There's no point in her hiding her anger towards them anymore. It had faded slightly as she had become accustomed to things, made friends, met some very special people, but now... now that they've taken one of those things away from her, she cares little for them. Her distaste for their antics rekindled.]

That's good to hear.

[Nothing worse than growing complacent with a situation and not looking for the exit.]

This particular ship doesn't seem to have much to it. [Not that he can access, or even sense.]

It is the ship everyone arrives on. It is called the Marsiva. Soon, you will be assigned to one of the smaller ships in the fleet. Not that it is much of an improvement, but at least it comes with some freedoms.

What kind? Though I will look forward to not being stuck here.

Well, for starters, you'll be able to actually leave your ship, visit planets or stations. That is at least something. You will also be able to actually interact with other fleet members face-to-face, as well. Rather than simply communicating through a screen.