driftfleet | 004. ☾ Re-Intro { Accidental Video / Action }

Who: Cecil Harvey and you
Broadcast: Fleet wide video
Action: Marsiva
When: 1/29

[ There is little more jarring than being suddenly snatched from your home, dropped into a new potentially highly dangerous universe with a bunch of strangers, going to sleep one night only to wake up a month later in a completely different place than you fell asleep.

Honestly, Cecil has no idea what she's been doing for the last month, but she likes to imagine she went home, even if she can't remember anything. Needless to say though, she's not happy to have been moved and her mood is making her feel pretty anti-social until she can clear her head. The sterile smell lingering on the Marsiva doesn't help much with that though.

It's a good thing Atroma clearly has other plans, right? The network panel nearest to her is broadcasting her little brooding session as she stares out a viewport at the stars, dressed in the red and ivory finery of her kingdom — mantle, crown, and all — completely still and silent, unaware her return is currently being announced regardless of how she feels about it. ]

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Tim Drake.

[He'll flash a smile and offer his hand.]

[ She hesitates for a moment, but then takes his hand to shake. She obviously feels a little awkward though, unaccustomed to the gesture. ]

[He sees that.]

Sorry, Your Majesty. I don't know what sort of courtesy is appropriate.

Please-- I'm not a sovereign here. It's fine.

[ She just spent a year bowing to various royalty herself and in between those times, there was too much death and violence happening for handshakes to be exchanged. Before that? Well, people in Court said hello by landing in bed together.

That's definitely not going to happen here if she can help it. ]

[Definitely not Tim's style, anyway.]

Miss Harvey? Cecil?

Cecil is fine.

All right. I'm pleased to meet you, Cecil.

And you, Tim, though I do wish the situation was different.

Yeah. I'd rather not meet anyone like this.

Have you been to a place similar to this before?

Advanced alien spacecraft?

Not often. But not never, either.

[ There's that word again... ]

No, I meant, a universe that isn't your own. Where others from different universes have also been pulled?

Not personally. But I've been... present, when worlds collided.

[ She's not sure if he's understanding what she means. It doesn't sound like it, so she takes that as a negative. ]

Ah. I see...

What about you?

Oh... Well, yes. It was a place called Court. I was abducted against my will and brainwashed in several various ways.

That... sounds terrible.

[And he's trying not to sound too curious.]

[ Yeeeaaah, she definitely doesn't say anything more about it. It seems obvious she dislikes discussing it. ]

How old are you?

... A few weeks from eighteen.

[ "A few weeks from eighteen." She thinks of Damarhis and Diarmuid, the other teenagers she knew in Court, both of them seemingly having had to grow up rather fast. ]

You can just say seventeen.

I don't really use it as a measurement that often. It's... misleading. I haven't had a normal kid's life in four and a half years.

"Normal" is a bit relative. I wouldn't worry too much about it. Here, it seems either people are incredibly young like yourself or incredibly old, as in thousands of years and more. Since we're all here, it's generally unimportant how old one is. This in itself is not a normal situation for anyone of any age.

Good point.

... Does that mean you're thousands of years old?

[ She can't help it— she laughs. ]

'More like 21.

Ah. The way you made it sound, I thought -

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