driftfleet | First song

Who: Maglor
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now until shuffle

Broadcast

He comes awake in a gasp, hands flying immediately to weapons that are not there as he rolls into a wary crouch. The man is slender, almost beautiful, long dark hair and clear grey eyes that seem to glow from within. He is dressed in what are best described as robes - once fine but now faded and worn, if clean due to the efforts of whoever put him there. Almost innocuously compared to the shabby state of him, there is a silver eight pointed star pinned to his clothes that looks impossibly untarnished and is obviously of very high quality.

"Who is there?"

Action

Maglor moves silently through the halls, no sound of his footfalls. He is wary, anxious - this is something totally outside his experience. But then he passes a window looking out and he stops, a cry of wonder breaking from his lips as he falls to his knees. A hand comes up to his mouth, the other gripping the harp that seems to have been the only thing that came with him, as silent tears run down his face.

"A! Elbereth!"

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She nods, her expression soft and sympathetic. "We are very good friends. He's here, he's safe, and I am certain he will contact you soon." Not knowing when in relation to Finrod Maglor is coming from, it's hard to tell if his reaction stems from knowing about Finrod's death already or just general surprise that someone from his world is here. Besides, that's for them to discuss, not her. "Unfortunately, there's no way to leave the Marsiva now, but once you're transported to your new ship, you can visit any of the others that you like. We all travel together. Finrod's on a ship called the Bishop. It is possible later to put in a transfer request, if you two wanted to be together."

The way she talks Maglor realises He's here. Finrod is alive.

"Thank you. You... bring me so much joy to know that he is here."

A shy shrug. "I do not know if he would want to be on the same ship as me, but I will remember it. If there is no way to leave this ship, how are the transfers enacted?"

Another soft smile. "You're very welcome. I know how much it means to have a familiar face in a place like this." Especially if that familiar face is one you haven't seen in a long, long time. Today is not the first time she's wondered if Atroma would ever do something like bring Jack here.

"As for the transfer... The being who holds us - they call themselves Atroma - has a technology that allows your body to be moved instantaneously from one point to another. It will be...strange, to say the least, the first time you experience it."

"I see..." Maglor blinks. "That sounds.. very interesting. Also useful. That is a great power indeed - but I suppose, one that takes us from our own lives to bring us here would require such."

"Have you been so fortunate as to have companions of your own?"

Her smile falters, just a little. She is fortunate, she knows, to have Kirk when there are those who have no one at all from even a parallel version of their worlds, but it's not the same as having someone from her Enterprise. "There have been a couple from my world, but they were not people I knew before coming here. And there is one here now, Kirk, who comes from the past. But I am lucky in the friends I have made here, including Finrod. There are few people I trust more than him." Though she's not going to say it in so many words, she loves Finrod dearly - perhaps all the more so because of their...earlier setbacks.

His eyes darken in sympathy, and Maglor dips his head. "I am sorry you have not been so fortunate, but grateful that you have good fortune with your friends here."

He smiles a little, sad and wistful and fond. "He was always good at making friends. The prince of the golden house of Arafinwe, with a ready smile and an open heart. I am glad he has such companions as you."

Was. Was always good. That's not how people usually speak of those who are still living. Her heart goes out to Maglor. If he does know, this must be difficult. "And I'm glad he has you now."

But... she'll leave him to digest that on his own terms. "In the meantime, until you are able to leave the Marsiva, I'm sure you have a lot of questions. I would be happy to answer any of them that I can."

"It is a blessing unlooked for." He says simply and smiles at her.

"Anything you can tell me I would be glad to hear - there... there are memories not mine, as if a voice whispered in my ear as I slept. Words that I do not comprehend. Is this... normal?"

She nods. "As normal as anything around here is. Atroma has implanted a device, called an augment, in all of us that gives us the basic skills necessary to cope with our environment. For instance, I know that in Arda you do not have spaceflight," - and that your moon is a flower. How, she still does not understand - "but the augment should have instilled in you the knowledge of what space is."

Hopefully.

"Ahhh...well. Not... truly, if I am understanding these memories correctly..."

There IS Earendil but Maglor is not sure he that counts.

"But yes, it has. Many... very strange concepts."

"I know. It will take a while to adjust, but you have plenty of people to help you along the way. You'll also find that every person's augment provides them with a specialized skill set related to ship's operations. Sometimes it's not obvious what yours is until you're actually on your ship and encounter something you shouldn't know how to work, yet you do, but other times it's more obvious earlier on."

He nods slowly, taking it in.

"So far I have not... ah... encountered any memory that suggests any particular skill, but I suppose I will find out soon then. Are there very many ships, and can one...visit?"

"There are twenty ships in the fleet, not counting the Marsiva, and you can visit any of them, as long as their crews don't mind."

"Twenty!" Maglor murmurs softly. "And which are you and my good cousin on?"

And shyly. "And... might I visit, from time to time?"

"Finrod is on the Bishop and I'm on the Blue Fish." She smiles softly. "And of course you may. Just let me know before you do, so that I can let you in."

Anyone important to Finrod is important to her.

"The Bishop, and the Blue Fish." Maglor nods, memorising the names.

"Thank you, milady. I will do so."

Just as polite and gentlemanly as Finrod too. Though the milady is a little much. It's still weird for her to be called that.

"I look forward to it."

A shy tip of his head. "As also do I."

"In the meantime, don't hesitate to call me if you have any questions, all right?"

I will, thank you milady. You have been a great comfort to me. Whatever help I may give in return, you have but to ask.

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