Thranduil ❧ The Elvenking (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-07-09 11:38 pm
woodking) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-09 11:38 pm
1. [video/action]
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.]
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.]
(Video)
It is likely.
(not here)
no subject
Watch.
Oh Eru.)
no subject
AGAIN ]
no subject
no subject
(Video)
The line disconnects a few seconds later.]
(Video)