driftfleet | 004 || video + text

Who: Jon Snow (and bonus appearance from PUPPY)
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Three Twins
When: present whoop

[video]

[Surprisingly, Jon's not the first thing you see--or hear--for this feed. Instead, what happens is that whoever's tuning in now gets a screen full of wet nose and white fur. Clearly, Jon's wolf pup Ghost's curious about this strange device, and has somehow managed to record himself. He sniffs at the screen a little more, then pads back enough to reveal that he's currently in the engine room.

It should probably be noted here that, while this is happening, there's some very, very loud music playing in the background. Some listeners, especially ones from Earth, might be able to figure out that the music sounds suspiciously similar to a certain song from the early 2000s--though the lyrics and the voice is definitely markedly different from the song they might remember.]

What are you doing with that? [And there's Jon now, feet stepping into frame before he kneels down, a look of fond resignation on his face.] How did you even get it to work?

[Ghost does not answer. Instead, he gently headbutts Jon's ankle. He demands scratchies.

Jon, with a chuckle, glances at the comm, then reaches out a hand to turn it off.]

[text]

has anyone else besides the Golden found something on their hailing arrays that shouldn't be there?

and does anyone want some discs? I've taken all that I need from this "gift", there's enough left over for whoever else might be so inclined to listen to them.

[action]

[For everyone on the Three Twins, Jon can be found near the comm array, looking the whole system over with a fine-toothed comb. He's not going to be able to find and pull out the bug by himself, if there even is a bug, but if no one comes by to help, then he's damn well going to try.

That, or blasting that goddamn music--or its various remixes, or even something like this except by Your Biological Romance, which is totally not a rip-off what are you talking about, and its various remixes, or, well, you get the picture--from either the engine room or his room.

He can also be found the cargo bay, where, surprise surprise, there's an opened crate just full of CDs, and also fiddling around with a CD player that seems to have two settings: off or loud as hell.

The CDs aren't even full albums, mind--there's like twenty copies of "Come Join My Dark Parade", "Honey I'm Going Down Fighting", "Convoluted", and other such classics from a record company that apparently liked Jon enough to send him a gift. How kind of them.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He raises a brow. A bit, he says, but Jon lets that drop.]

I'm just getting used to sleeping inside the ship again, that's all. [A shrug. Anyway, it's not like he's any stranger to sleeplessness--he's had that problem more than once, in his time on the Wall.] But I daresay I look better than you do. Are you all right?

[He's trying to be polite. It was deafening.]

It does take some getting used to. I think it's the air, personally. It's strange with it filtering in through vents that make noise instead of just being... you know, there.

[He rubs the back of his neck with one hand, the other coming to rest on his hip.]

I'm alright, but it's as you said. Trouble sleeping.

[More than just the air, but Jon's likely figured that out considering this isn't even Adalwolfe's ship and he barely leaves the med bay. Adalwolfe drops the hand at his neck to his side, trying to put the subject on something lighter as it starts to skirt his anxieties.]

You know that music wouldn't be bad if it wasn't blasting out people's hearing.

I'd have thought you'd sleep better on your own ship. [But then again, it's not like Adalwolfe's ship has Anders. He lets out a breath, then, more seriously, and quietly as well:] He'll be fine.

[Then he brings up the music again, and Jon just winces.] Aye, so I've been told. [Many times over.] It's not bad at all, but the device they sent along had two settings. I've been trying to find a way around it so it's not as loud, but... [A shrug. So far, evidently, he hasn't had much luck.]

[Jon's dismissive comment puts a strain in Adalwolfe's expression, worried a bit that he's overstayed his welcome here in Jon saying he should sleep back on the First Breath, but it's not as if Adalwolfe is going to heed that. Anders is here and therefore nothing even the Maker could do would force Hawke to move.

He relaxes a little again at the reassurance though.]

I hope he will. I have to be sure.

[Hawke shifts his feet, folding his arms.]

There's a volume control on the communicators that works. Maybe copy that somehow into the music player?

He'll wake up. Bran did. [And he's done it twice--once back in Westeros, after his fall, and once here, to warg. The kind of sleep that Anders has gone into might be different, sure, but it's close enough to Bran's occasional coma that Jon can at least convince himself he'll be fine.] And I don't think he'd be pleased to see your state when he does, so at least try to sleep.

[For all that his tone is somewhat stern, it's coming from a place of genuine concern. Sure, Jon himself doesn't have the best track record when it comes to sleeping, but by now he's resigned to it.]

Well, I suppose it's worth a try.

[For his nagging, Jon gets an overly patient look. Clearly the man isn't the first to tell Adalwolfe he needs to get some sleep, nor will he likely be the last, but when every little noise could potentially be Anders waking up, it's hard not to jump up at the slightest sound. He manages fitful dozes but that's about it and he doubts he'd even be able to get that if he left the other mage's side.]

Bran? You don't mean the Seneshal of Kirkwall, do you?

[Or he could. Atroma is inscrutable in the people they choose to put in the fleet.]