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[noprophecies]

Who: you!
Broadcast: video
Action: Marsiva
When: right now tbh

[when the screen turns on, there's nothing but blackness for a few minutes, followed by a string of very angry-sounding curses. There's the sound of fumbling before a woman's face comes into frame, and she squints at the camera before her eyebrows turn down in a scowl.

Someone is not happy]

If this is supposed to be some sort of joke, then I am not laughing. Though I find it rather cute that you seem to have made your walls fire-proof.

We shall see what else your bloody ship can stand up to. Return my damn weapons.

[that's it, that's all she has to say. With a huff, she fumbles and manages to end the feed]

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[grandstanding]

[Erik waited until someone else responded, wanting to get a first impression without being the one to do it. He had felt that horrible pang of recognition when he saw Tempest's face appear on the network. Horrible, because he wasn't sure if she would be the same one he knew. Either of the ones he had known. But then Charles gets in first, and Adelina, and he feels his tension ease.]

I'm afraid you won't be able to break through anything of worth. Or get your weapons back.

[noprophecies]

[on the one hand, these are faces she hasn't seen in a long time - months for her, anyway. On the other hand, she isn't sure whether to be happy about it or angry]

Blade - [so many mixed feelings]

That's rubbish. I just got that sword.

[grandstanding]

[Happy and angry can go together, as he knows well. He smiles a bit.]

It's Erik now. [Best to get that out of the way.] And I am sorry about your sword. Once you get off that ship, you may be able to buy one from this planet. However I'm sure that just raises more questions.

[noprophecies]

[yeah, she's settling on both]

Yes, I know it is. I was testing the - waters? So to speak. [she looks a little confused, but she nods after a moment] It certainly does, yes. Am I not on a planet already, if I am on a ship? [surely you mean ship as in boat, right]

[grandstanding]

Not that particular one. Go and look out the window, Clover. [It's easier to demonstrate than explain, especially given the kind of world she comes from.]

[noprophecies]

[she makes a face but she gets up to do as she's told, finding a window to look out of—

And let's be real, it's like watching a child see something for the very first time, what with how her eyes widen and she gasps, getting as close to the window as she can]

[grandstanding]

[He gives her a moment. It wasn't his first reaction upon seeing space, as he was more concerned with finding a direction to fire his rage. Soon enough, he speaks up again.]

You're in space; below you is the planet we're docked at for the moment. Both Charles and I are down there right now. At the end of the week, you'll be moved off that ship and you'll be able to come out here as well.

[noprophecies]

[it's a good thing she took out her anger on the walls before he broadcast, otherwise she wouldn't have cared much]

But until then I have to wait here? [she makes a face and finally draws away from the window] I suppose the view is distracting enough from the rest of the shite here.

[grandstanding]

No one can get on or off that ship on their own. The ones in charge do it, somehow. [He gives her a crooked smile.] Are you ready for another imprisonment?

[noprophecies]

That is utterly stupid. [she rolls her eyes, huffing out a curse] Oh, certainly, I have missed being held against my will. Because I enjoyed it so much in the other damned place.

[grandstanding]

I know you did. [He's being an asshole deliberately now, safely out of her reach. Yes, this is a serious situation. But he's still somewhat glad of the chance to see Clover again.]

[noprophecies]

You are lucky I am trapped here, Erik. [she makes a face, but there's no bite to the words. She's missed him]

[grandstanding]

Mmm. I know.

[Levity aside, he returns to seriousness.] Were you brought from there? Or did you go home?

[noprophecies]

I was home for a few months. Long enough to remember why I did not want to go back in the first place.

[grandstanding]

I'm glad you got out of there. [Everyone should be able to leave and never look back. He does nod, agreeing with the sentiment.] This place isn't much like that one, other than the ephemeral beings in charge and an inability to get home.

[noprophecies]

And no games. [she had heard that already and that was honestly one of the most important parts to her] And - no teams either?

[grandstanding]

[He shakes his head emphatically.] None of that. You'll be assigned to a ship, which has a crew, but you're under no obligation to stay on it if you don't want. Miles moved onto my ship almost immediately.

[noprophecies]

[she looks a little relieved]

That's good . . . [a huff] As though it would stop me, obligation or not. It never did in the other place.

[when wasn't she at Epona or Ometotcthli, after all]

[grandstanding]

We're both on the Heron. There are seventeen ships in total.

[noprophecies]

That is a lot . . . but I will remember yours. At least so that I can - visit? That is allowed, yes?

[grandstanding]

Of course it is. Although I should mention that we aren't staying on it at present. We're staying on the planet itself.

[noprophecies]

You can do that as well? My, that's rather appealing.

[because she hates this ship already]

[grandstanding]

It is this time.

[He angles his communicator to show the area behind himself better. Erik appears to be up in the forest somewhere, among the trees. A boardwalk stretches off behind him, winding through the trunks and branches.]

[noprophecies]

What do you—

[she cuts off with a quiet noise, staring for a moment at what he's showing her.

Why is she stuck on a metal hellhole right now]

—Erik, are you in a tree?

[grandstanding]

I'm on a platform that's up on a tree, yes.