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driftfleet2016-03-01 07:55 pm
scar) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-01 07:55 pm
01. video&action.
Who: harry potter & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: aboard the ss pathstone
When: feb 25-29. (net) / mar 01. (action)
feb 25-29. fleetwide broadcast.
[The feed starts with a panting boy, not much older than eighteen, a fairly ordinary looking boy, dressed in quite simple attire, the only strange feature being the lightning-shaped scar above a brow. Appearing to have just woken up from what might be a nightmare, he clutches at the mark, squinting as though confused, as if he expects something that isn't quite right. His hand absentmindedly searches for an item alongside him on the bed before plucking a pair of glasses that he places at the bridge of his nose. That's when he seems to notice his surroundings, the blur of his vision finally fading, and he frantically looks about the area.]
Ron!? Hermione!? Hermione! [His voice is panicked, worry swelling from his throat to his words.] Are you — ?
[The feed is accidentally knocked over, shutting off for some moments. When it comes back, it seems a span of minutes has passed and the boy appears much more collected, breathing more steadily. His voice is still slightly shaky but he manages to speak quite clearly.]
Does anyone ... do you happen to believe in, in magic? [A simple question, but it'd narrow down whether he's in wizard or muggle territory.] Or is the word Hogwarts familiar in any possible way?
mar 01. ss pathstone action.
[Considering the number of days he'd spent on the Marsiva, it all happens quite fast when he's teleported away (he wants to believe he's been disapparated, but somehow he has the inkling - and knowledge - that that's not quite it) into a strange room. A bridge, he realizes. He's not quite sure how he knows, but he does, glancing around at consoles and buttons that he's never seen before but somehow don't seem strange at all.
What is strange is the plate in his hand. Something chocolate, it appears, though he isn't too sure if it's safe to eat. Food that comes out of nowhere usually isn't something to be trusted.
Still clutching the plate for the time being however, he glances around, pacing quite slowly and cautiously as if trying to decipher his location. Finally, he speaks, quite loudly despite the hesitance in his tone.] Is there anyone about?
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: aboard the ss pathstone
When: feb 25-29. (net) / mar 01. (action)
feb 25-29. fleetwide broadcast.
[The feed starts with a panting boy, not much older than eighteen, a fairly ordinary looking boy, dressed in quite simple attire, the only strange feature being the lightning-shaped scar above a brow. Appearing to have just woken up from what might be a nightmare, he clutches at the mark, squinting as though confused, as if he expects something that isn't quite right. His hand absentmindedly searches for an item alongside him on the bed before plucking a pair of glasses that he places at the bridge of his nose. That's when he seems to notice his surroundings, the blur of his vision finally fading, and he frantically looks about the area.]
Ron!? Hermione!? Hermione! [His voice is panicked, worry swelling from his throat to his words.] Are you — ?
[The feed is accidentally knocked over, shutting off for some moments. When it comes back, it seems a span of minutes has passed and the boy appears much more collected, breathing more steadily. His voice is still slightly shaky but he manages to speak quite clearly.]
Does anyone ... do you happen to believe in, in magic? [A simple question, but it'd narrow down whether he's in wizard or muggle territory.] Or is the word Hogwarts familiar in any possible way?
mar 01. ss pathstone action.
[Considering the number of days he'd spent on the Marsiva, it all happens quite fast when he's teleported away (he wants to believe he's been disapparated, but somehow he has the inkling - and knowledge - that that's not quite it) into a strange room. A bridge, he realizes. He's not quite sure how he knows, but he does, glancing around at consoles and buttons that he's never seen before but somehow don't seem strange at all.
What is strange is the plate in his hand. Something chocolate, it appears, though he isn't too sure if it's safe to eat. Food that comes out of nowhere usually isn't something to be trusted.
Still clutching the plate for the time being however, he glances around, pacing quite slowly and cautiously as if trying to decipher his location. Finally, he speaks, quite loudly despite the hesitance in his tone.] Is there anyone about?
action
She doesn't need to question whether he's a visitor or not. The plate of dessert gives away that he's yet another new crewmate. ]
...I-I'm here. You can eat the dessert. It's okay.
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His eyes dart down to the plate when she draws attention to it.] What's it for? What's it ... celebrating? [If that's what this is, anyway.]
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There's... there's always dessert for those that are new to the ship. It's tasty. Believe me, I've had it before.
[ Tasty, not like the protein gel that's readily provided in the kitchen. Atroma can't be trusted. But she at least knows with certainty that the dessert isn't anything like poison. ]
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He's known to be a little more cautious of late but there's absolutely nothing threatening here. Just a small girl who seems to be a little more aware of everything than he is. If anything, he's thankful for such a welcoming, relieving presence.
He glances down at his plate, gives it a few seconds of a look before he glances back to her.] Would you like some? I don't think I could eat it all myself. [He could, but.]
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[ This may be the third time that someone has offered to split the dessert with her. She's a big eater and would normally display some excitement over the offer. Though she doesn't think it's an appropriate reaction for her to display openly.
She remains composed, forcing the tiniest, awkward smile, and trying to look welcoming. Her first friends on the fleet tried to make her feel welcome and safe. She's attempting to do the same. ]
I can pour us some tea as well.
[ She sets her doll aside on a chair, propping it up almost as though it's a third guest in the kitchen. Grabbing an empty chair, she drags it along with her to grab some dishware from out of reach cupboards. ]