one / one. video

[sensationate]

WHO Jordan Leslie, Alex Daniels
BROADCAST Fleetwide video!
LOCATION The lovely Marsiva!
WHEN February 2nd!

[ The feed doesn't kick on until one of them is moving. Two separate people on Marsiva's hospitality deck, one clean cut and dressed in a rather sharp business suit while the other looks a bit rough and tumble in his polo and jeans and multiple piercings in his eyebrow, cartilage, lobe, etc., but they seem to have come together after waking. Jordan, the clean cut one, has his arms around Alex, the rough but handsome one who looks STARTLINGLY FAMILIAR, from behind and a head on his shoulder. ]

What the fuck—?? Get off of me, stupid fucking pixie.

No. I'm looking at something. [ And it's true, he has his head tilted and a hand comes up to hold Alex's ear aside, and Jordan just huffs lightly before he lets go and holds on tight. ] How long were we asleep?

I don't care, leave me alone. [ Alex just reaches up and smacks Jordan's hands aside and growls. Not a very pleasant one, this guy is. ] What do I look like, your goddamn wristwatch? I have no fucking clue.

[ Jordan ain't even bothered. ] Are you hungry? Has it been long?

Ugh, I'm fine. Maybe if you stopped messing with my ear, you'd fucking notice this.

I've already stopped, sugarplum.

[ And he just finally looks around and. what. what is this place. where are they. ] The fuck are we? Hey, pixie bitch, the fuck did you take us? [ BECAUSE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JORDAN'S FAULT, RIGHT? ]

... Alex, we've been here since we woke up. You know as much as I do, so why don't we look around together? [ Meaning he isn't letting you go, so there. ]

Comments

[blindoptimism]

We've been told that we are, but we haven't seen any direct evidence.

[well...]

Other than the fact that we gain more money when something dramatic happens, either to us or as a result of our actions.

[sensationate]

So a good job bonus. That seems fairly conclusive.

Do we not get to see our own episodes?

[blindoptimism]

No, we don't. [this man asks interesting questions]

Although you can still keep track of what's going on with these communication devices. Unless someone specifically encrypts their conversations, anyone can read them.

[sensationate]

[ They seem all rather logical to him. Getting home is still priority, but this seems like a sort of fun he's never considered before. ]

Ah, right, those. Is that what they're for? Because we're all on different ships? [ He pauses and looks around. ] Separating us doesn't seem like the best recipe, though.

[blindoptimism]

I think they're hoping to encourage close personal relationships. Their original hope might be that separating us into small confined groups would breed hostile relationships.

But, luckily for us, most people seem to be making an effort to get along with their ship. It's nice to see.

[sensationate]

So far that I've seen, it's only been myself and Alex here. We definitely won't have the problem with hostility, so there's that... Maybe they'll enjoy seeing us show off instead?

[blindoptimism]

Maybe. [ah, if they're a couple then she should definitely warn them about...]

Although, within the week you both will be transferred to other, smaller ships in the fleet. You both may be separated for a short time, but it's easy to file paperwork and request a transfer to the same ship.

[sensationate]

[ That turns him a bit serious. Her forethought just saved them quite a bit of grief. ]

Where and how would we go and do something like that?

[blindoptimism]

The paperwork will be on your ship, it's quite easy. [AND THEN SHE... ICLY EXPLAINS HOW TO TURN IT IN. I'm not actually sure the mechanics of how it works in character, haha]

[sensationate]

All right. Thank you. [ Sooo many mental notes made. ] What are the chances of them trying to separate us? That just isn't right.

[blindoptimism]

It's likely high. They attempt to make sure that no single ship has more passengers than the other. I've seen some instances of multiple people being transferred to the same ship from the Marsiva, but more often they're distributed evenly.

[sensationate]

But they allow us to put in for ship transfers to undo that anyway. What's the point? He's mine, they don't get to take him away.

[blindoptimism]

[woah. possessive. It's their relationship, so she won't judge but... hm]

It's hard to say. But rest assured, you won't be apart for long.

[sensationate]

[ You have no idea, Nunnally. ]

... Wait. The rest of my things aren't here, either. If we'll be living on the ships, then... everything is back home... Who do they think they are?

[blindoptimism]

I'm sorry. Your possessions are not here.

The people who are in charge of this place are thoughtless. While they do not put us in any obvious danger, they obviously have no respect of our free will or priorities. [it's something that really irks her about their captors. every being deserves respect]

[sensationate]

But... my things. [ Pixies are second only to dragons when it comes to obsession about their possessions. ] They can't mean I have to start over. How disgusting.

[blindoptimism]

Not completely. When we find a way to leave, I'm sure we'll be able to return to the point that we arrived from. All of your things will be in tact, just as you left them?

[sensationate]

That isn't the point. [ Suddenly very grumpy. ] How do they expect us to function without any necessities of our own to use?

[blindoptimism]

Recently, many of us received one thing from home in return for completing a trial. [ah, but she thinks that she understands more what he means now]

But you're right, motley we have to make do with the things we buy on the various stations that we pass.

[sensationate]

What trial? How would I go about doing that trial? [ More of his things plz and thx. ]

Is that part of their drama?

[blindoptimism]

I'm sorry, we already left that planet and the ship in the center of the fleet plots our course. I don't think we can go back. But hopefully we'll encounter another planet like that eventually. I know that's not much to go on... but they seem to have some interest in giving us items from home.

[... and she nods] Likely, yes.

[sensationate]

What tragic timing. [ Or it was on purpose to strike hardest at someone like Jordan. ]

At least they knew better than to separate me from my most valuable belonging. ... still, if they put us on different ships as you said they might, I'll have to take that back.

[blindoptimism]

Hm... you might also be able to speak to the pilot of weather ship you're stationed on. All ships are equipped with small pods to travel from ship to ship. You both can probably stay together before the transfer goes through that way?

[sensationate]

[ When she mentions the pods, Jordan realizes that he knows what she's talking about. That... is disturbing and achingly curious. ]

More and more, it sounds like the space between ships is artificial at best.

[blindoptimism]

It's true. You spend more day to day time with the people on your ship, but it's easy to form friendships with people on other ships.