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Who: Arthur
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: Now

Fleetwide Video Broadcast

[Arthur appears to be in his bunk. It's obvious that he hasn't gelled his hair for once, and he's... a teenager? About fourteen years-old, by the looks of it. His face looks young, less lined.] Uh, hey. I'm Arthur Hall. I'm a little confused... Has anyone seen my mom?

[WAIT NO-] I mean, I don't need my mom. I was just wondering.

[He fidgets throughout the broadcast, more so than older Arthur.] This is really cool, though. Are we really in space? I have a friend who can name all the planets while burping. Not these planets, though. Earth's.

[He hops off his bunk, communicator still trained on his face.] Anyway, tell me what's fun to do here. I'm totally bored.

Red Fish Action

[Arthur can be found first in the bridge. He's pressed up as close to the windows as he can get, looking outside at the planets. He's never been somewhere so big and open. It's kind of amazing. He watches with big, round brown eyes, his hair tossled, his face less closed off.

He can also be found in the kitchen. As fussy as older Arthur is about food, younger Arthur is worse. He's got a bowl of some kind of goo in front of him, and he's staring at it sullenly, his arms crossed on the table and his head dropped on top of them. He leans forward to sniff at it and makes a face.] Gross.

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[She went looking for him the moment she saw his broacast. Because is it impossible to catch a break on this ship? Is the Red Fish purposefully like this? Something going wrong every time she turns around.

Kinda like normal life. Only less people trying to kill her.

She finds him in the kitchen, pouting at a bowl of goo. For a few moments, she just stands there in the doorway, staring. It's clearly Arthur, but he's so young. So unburdened. But this isn't the same as everyone else that has been taken away. He's not on the Marsiva, brand new and wiped clean. He's on his ship, as if he's always been. It's so confusing, she's not sure what to think or feel.]

We probably have something more palatable.

[He looks up, blinking.] Really?

[And then he frowns, looking her over.] There's a lot of drawings of you in my bunk.

Yeah, here. I'll-

[She takes a step forward, then instantly stops after the next words out of his mouth.

His things are still there. That's the first coherent thought.

This is him. Only young, but the same Arthur. Not a replacement. It a relief, and also suddenly she has a whole different set of stress. Or distress.]

Umm... How flexible is your imagination?

[He watches her, curiosity flicking across his face.] Flexible? Pretty good, I guess. Why?

Well, [She moves to fix him something... not goo. Working will help this situation.] could you believe it, if I told you that you drew them?

[He perks up at the prospect of real food.] Maybe. I don't draw that well, but I read a book where this guy goes back in time. Is it something like that?

I don't know, honestly. Maybe.

[She's learned sandwiches. From Cas. It's easy and not requiring her to apologize for lack of flavor. Sandwich it is.]

You're my friend. My name is Syeira. You're just.... too young to remember me.

Oh. [He frowns down at the table, thinking about that.] So we're friends when I'm older?

[Wait- other important questions that come quickly after the first.] Do my ears stick out as much? Am I as skinny?

[That gets her to laugh, breathy, tension slowly easing.

Walking back to the table she pushes a plate of basic sandwich and a glass of water in front of him, nudging the bowl of goo away. Then she takes a seat across from him.]

Yes, you're older when you meet me. You're still slender but strong. Your ears are fine.

[He smiles, shy but earnest.] Thank you.

[He seems happy about the information, and digs into his sandwich. He still chews and swallows before speaking.] Are we, like, best friends? You're being really nice.

I take care of my friends.

[She smiles, watching him. He's so open and sweet. Less burdened, but still the same person.]

But yes, you called me your best friend, not long ago.

[He smiles again. Secretly, he thinks she's really pretty.] I'm lucky then. To have such a good friend. Do I have other friends? I'm at least a little bit cool, right?

You are quite cool.

[She barely knows what that means, but barely is close enough right?]

Awesome, [he says with a grin.] How long have you been here?

[She smiles back. He's adorable.]

Over a year now.

Whoa. That's a long time.

[He pauses to take another bite, chew, and swallow.]

What do you do for fun here?

[She shrugs a little at the comment about how long she's been here. No sense in talking about that little fact with Tiny Arthur.]

Hmm, well, personally, I draw. Spend time with my friends. Entertain sometimes.

I like to draw, too. Well, obviously.

Entertain? Are you a singer or something?

I'm a bard. If it's artistic, I practice it. Except poetry. I'm terrible at poetry.

I like poetry! Mostly free verse, though.

[Though he grows to like other types, too.]

Will you sing for me? Right now?

[He leans forward, eyes bright. Well, no pressure or anything.]

[His enthusiasm startles a chuckle out of her.]

All right, if you wish. Let's see...

[She thinks about what she can sing just now. She doesn't want to overwhelm him by conjuring an instrument in front of him, so she settles on something with a moving rhythm. Which she begins drum out on the table top. And then she sings .

And Syeira can never just sing lyrics, she is a performer in her heart. She feels a passion, especially about music, and it moves her. She sways in her seat, eyes closing to immerse in the melody. She may not be someone on par with the likes of Finrod or Maglor, but her passion reaches that height.]

♪A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is calling
All for the love of you♫

♫A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home♪

♪And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.♫

[He blinks in surprise, then smiles softly, his eyes closing as he lets the song wash over him. He eventually ends up swaying in his seat with her. When she's finished, he claps enthusiastically and cheers with a loud whoop, grinning from ear to ear.]

[And again she laughs. It's hard to stay unhappy when he's so open, so full of life.]

Thank you.

You're cool.

[he informs her as he leans back over to take a bite of his sandwich.]

I wish I could give you something in return. Unless you want a drawing?

I would love a drawing from you.

[She appreciates all art, but this one would be special.]

From me, or from older me? I can give you one of those or I can draw you one.

From you, of course.

[ well, this is a startling development. ]

Yes, Arthur. [ dear lord she sounds like a mom. or at least like a strict headmistress. the pin curls don't help. ] We are indeed in space.

That's so cool.

[His face is bright and open and curious.] How long have you been here?

[ aha, so she's unrecognized. she can work with this. ] Nine months, or thereabouts. Not as long as some, but certainly longer than others.

That seems like a long time. They can't make us stay here, though, can they? Shouldn't that be illegal or something?

Unfortunately, illegality hinges upon jurisdiction. And upon the lawbooks of any given place. What's illegal in our respective homes might very well be encouraged, here.

Now -- unethical. That's a word we can use with confidence.

That's true, I suppose. Definitely unethical. I hope we get home, though. My mom would kill me if I didn't.

Your mother? Poor soul. She must be missing you.

[Sam is wandering about the Red Fish, mindin' his own.

But he literally has to walk backwards, back out into the doorway, at the sight. Because at a peripheral glance, that is totally just Arthur. Arthur with a babier face than usual. And... yeah, wow, no, that's a young kid. Crap.]

..................

Gross is one word for that stuff, yeah.

[DUDE WHAT DID YOU DO.]

[He looks over at him, drawing his skinny-ass legs up on the chair.] You're tall.

[Thank you, Arthur.] Where's the good stuff, then?

[And he flashes him his cutest smile with dimples and everything!!]

[He gives Arthur a little smile at that in return, pulling up a chair.]

Well... I guess you could find something way more decent on the moon nearby.

You'd just have to deal with wearing a mask around there; bad air, and all.

Aw. I was hoping you had a stash somewhere.

[He wrinkles up his nose.]

Bad air? Like pollution?

That's right, like pollution. It's so bad out there, you can't even breathe it.

[He sighs, folding his arms to lean on them.]

The people on that planet, they made a few mistakes with how they treated their home.

[Huh. Normally, with these kind of questions, Finrod would assume the child was a new arrival. But he is in a ship's bunk, not the Marsiva.]

I have a cousin who once aimed to write a song for each of our most important constellations. I do not know if he ever finished.

A song? Is he like a rock singer?

[Big brown eyes are being directed his way, curious, and then they narrow.]

How would he come up with enough to make a whole song about stars?

A bard, in fact. I had not heard 'rock' music until my time here; it is not something we have at home.

[Okay, it's very hard not to laugh at that expression, but he manages.] Quite easily. A great many Elven songs center around the stars; my cousin only followed in a grand tradition.

A bard? Like Syeira?

[He nods.] So you're an elf? Is that why your ears are pointed?

Precisely so- on both points.

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