1. [video/action]

[woodking]

Who: Thranduil and open
Broadcast: Network, unfiltered
Action: Aboard the SS Pathstone and/or HS Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday

[The video takes a second to focus after it comes on, and the person it is shooting looks mildly surprised for a moment that it seems to be working. He's tall, fair, and is wearing a crown made of autumn leaves and berries and sticks, and is clearly another elf. There's a moment before he speaks, and then he only asks one question.]

Is it true?

[action]

[He had awoken, and to his own astonishment, had known where he was. He did usually know where he was when he woke up, of course, but he also had always known them before he did; this was the first time in waking up somewhere wholly unfamiliar and yet feeling certain he knew where he was and, more or less, what was going on. He was still a few moments before he pushed himself to his feet and slowly moved into the open, the fabric of his outermost robe sighing as it dragged across the unfamiliar-familiar floor. There was nothing outside, it seemed at the viewing port; it was dark as even the forest did not become, and more than that it was empty, but for the spray of stars that stretched in every direction.

He spends a little time wandering, in what space there is to wander, staring out the viewing ports every time he's near it.

It's the next day that he's taken to a ship, which is... unexpected. The confetti gets everywhere, and he's still trying to pick it all out of his hair as he begins to explore the ship, or try to.]

Comments

video;

[noprophecies]

[oh . . . it's an elf. Before she answers she pulls up the hood of her cloak, mostly out of habit. She doesn't much care about the opinions of others, but when it came to her "cousins", she walked a careful line when revealing what she was.

Even when she flips the video on, she's watching him carefully]

You will have to be more specific than that, I'm afraid.

[woodking]

[He gestures vaguely, taking in a great many things that do not actually appear in the video, sorry about that.]

This? All of this? I find that there is much here and I know much which I have no business knowing. Normally I do not doubt my senses, but I do not see how anything around me can be in truth.

[noprophecies]

[ah. Despite the wariness she feels, she can't help but feel sympathetic, too. They both are so completely out of their elements that it's laughable; who kidnaps elves to the stars anyway?

She makes a noise, leaning back from the camera to look around herself]

It may not seem to be, but it is as true as the rest you may have seen or heard. I found it difficult to believe at first as well, even with information already in my head confirming some of what I questioned.

[woodking]

The knowledge itself is strange, for never before have I known what I had not first had the chance to learn or encounter.

[His voice is rather dry.]

[noprophecies]

Nor I. [her voice takes on a similar quality] I imagine they think it helps, but it does little of that.

[woodking]

I suppose it might be more bewildering without it, which lends at least one purpose. But still.

[noprophecies]

Oh, I do not doubt that, considering it is bewildering enough. You have looked out of the window of the ship, yes?

[woodking]

Yes. The stars are glorious, yes, though little more so than when seen through the trees, and these surroundings detract instead of enhance.

[noprophecies]

Mm, you are right about the surroundings. [she has her own issues with them, past it unfamiliar]

I have only just arrived myself, but I can do my best to answer any questions have, cousin. [she pauses as the word slips out, then faintly shakes her head] Things the - augment do not explain.