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cephalon) wrote in
driftfleet2016-03-02 06:44 am
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001. video
Who: Ordis and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now
[It isn't peaceful when the man in the broadcast finally stirs awake. One moment he's merely laying there, awkwardly nude and as still as death, the next he's a flailing mass of limbs that succeeds at knocking himself to the floor. There's a grunt as he meets the floor, and what ensues is a rather odd struggle as he tries unsuccessfully to untangle himself. The best he can manage is a disorganized heap, arms caught beneath his torso and cheek pressed uncomfortably into the floor as he very adamantly voices his displeasure.]
Ordis demands to know what is going on immediately!
[There's certainly anger in his tone, but beneath it there's notes of increasingly uncontrolled alarm, which only seem to increase exponentially with each word. Strangely though, it doesn't seem as though he's quite used to the act of even speaking though, as he struggles to unpin his arms, his hands fly to his face and fingers probing about his features with almost frenetic energy. It can't be pleasant, because there's an exlimation of surprise and pain that has him jerking back and staring wide eyed and horrified down at his arms.]
What is this?!?
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now
[It isn't peaceful when the man in the broadcast finally stirs awake. One moment he's merely laying there, awkwardly nude and as still as death, the next he's a flailing mass of limbs that succeeds at knocking himself to the floor. There's a grunt as he meets the floor, and what ensues is a rather odd struggle as he tries unsuccessfully to untangle himself. The best he can manage is a disorganized heap, arms caught beneath his torso and cheek pressed uncomfortably into the floor as he very adamantly voices his displeasure.]
Ordis demands to know what is going on immediately!
[There's certainly anger in his tone, but beneath it there's notes of increasingly uncontrolled alarm, which only seem to increase exponentially with each word. Strangely though, it doesn't seem as though he's quite used to the act of even speaking though, as he struggles to unpin his arms, his hands fly to his face and fingers probing about his features with almost frenetic energy. It can't be pleasant, because there's an exlimation of surprise and pain that has him jerking back and staring wide eyed and horrified down at his arms.]
What is this?!?

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[Come on cephalon. Focus. He needed to know for sure.]
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Ordis would like to know that very question!
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[It's troubling that Ordis has yet to make the connection but no matter. If he couldn't do his duty then the cephalon will be his main concern.] We've survived the Old War and I will not abandon you again. So calm down.
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Operator? Is that you?
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Yes. Even though Chroma is...well stripped down. Where are you? Are you ok besides from the obvious?
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[That's why the voice had seemed familiar, though admittedly it was very strange to be hearing it like this, and not from the entirety of the ship's sensors. But that can wait, the fact that his Operator is here is far more important.]
You have come to rescue Ordis! Ordis is sorry that he has somehow left the liset, but that will be remedied soon, correct?
[Of course it will, this is the Operator. He's fixed the cephalon once before, he can do it again.]
I-I-I-
[No, that's still too hard.]
Ordis is unsure of where he is, but is stuck in this -vile- unfortunate figure at the time. It is really most distressing.
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I'll try my best. I can't promise anything anytime soon but I'll help as much as I can. The liset isn't here though. That I know for certain.
[Now how to actually locate the cephalon...]
It's not vile, something new. You can handle it. Trust me I know you can. I'm going to grab you things but I need to know your location. Can you stick anything under the door maybe?
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[He has to put his hope somewhere, right? And he's being entirely truthful. The fact that the liset is missing, however, is news that he is not excited to receive.]
Operator, Ordis apologizes for this trouble. He will...attempt to open a door? If that will assist the Operator some.
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Don't actually open a door. I don't think everyone else is going to appreciate the fact that you're not clothed. If you do, make a marking outside and don't open for anyone else. Otherwise just shove something under it.
I'll find you though.
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[And with that he manages to push himself up, and with the help of the wall toddles over to door to open it.]
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[He may or may not be stealing some clothes from a room at the moment. No one seemed to need them. Sort of weird to be carrying all of this in the open though.]
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[Have some faith in him. Also, standing is still a strange feeling, he much prefers the floor, he's finding.]
And he certainly does not wish to attempt roaming around.
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You don't have to leave the room yet. Not until we work on the whole walking and standing.
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[Which isn't saying much, unfortunately.]
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[Meanwhile he's starting to stress that he won't have enough time to ready Ordis in case of their separation. It'd be an interesting endeavor.]
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I'm trying but this place is much larger than the relays.
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[Dozens of rooms have passed by and still none that featured an open door and a confused and human cephalon inside. Ordis had to be in this sector. Besides he wanted to stop carrying around all this gear around.]
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[Except it's taking him quite some time, hopefully he hasn't run afoul of anything or anyone. Without the Chroma that could prove to be a difficult situation.]
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Ordis?
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Operator!
[He can't help the grin that crosses his face, and he's so happy to see that his tenno is alright.]
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To think when someone suggested you having a body, I thought I'd have to track down a MOA or osprey.
[Small jokes to help him relax somewhat in so long.]
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[But oh it's the Operator, his Operator, and that means that everything is going to be okay. Somehow. But it will be okay.]
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[The haul is dropped onto the edge of the bed before he goes back to watching the door. Not only to give the cephalon privacy but secruity.]
Hopefully some of it is of use.
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