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[imfine1111one]

Who: Apollo and Whoever
Broadcast: Just some SHOUTING but yes
Action: Y; newbie on board the Marsiva
When: Sept 8th? At Some Point^TM


A
[One lawyer is jerking awake with a start in the Hospitality Bunker. His eyes dart around as his mind tries to catch up and figure out what he was last doing. The case is over, right? Is he late for Starbuck's launch? Wait no, that already happened. Right? Right. Crap, did he black out again from his wounds--?

He reaches down, touching his arms and patting his chest. Well, dang. There's scarring from the blast, and he's still sore as hell, but nothing seems to be in danger of reopening and bleeding out again. . .huh.]

. . .Did Trucy and Athena knock me out to put me on bedrest? That seems like something they would do.

[He frowns at the thought. But why would they send him back to the hospital in a nice clean suit?? Weird.

He sits there mulling over scenarios and possibilities, trying to figure out what he was last doing as the overhead speaker drones on and on about game shows this, reality shows that, blah blah blah. . .it's making concentrating a bit hard. Eventually Apollo snaps, unable to hear himself think, and he exclaims to no one in particular--]

OBJECTION!!

[--hopefully that doesn't draw too much attention.]

B
[LAWYER IS UP AND EXPLORING THE DECK. . .somewhat. As soon as he passes one of the wide windows on the ship and stares into the void that is space, Apollo nearly goes as white as his blouse and threatens to faint. Or throw up. Maybe both!! Maybe you just find him passed out face first on the floor. The possibilities are endless.]

Comments

video;

[noprophecies]

[it's loud, and it's a good thing she's not there because she might have thrown something at him.

As it is she will just glare. Loud thing]

Do you normally shout objection at screens like that?

[the "you bloody moron" is not said, but heavily implied]

[imfine1111one]

[A SMALL YELP--who on earth??? It takes him a second to locate his communicator, having dismissed it as belonging to someone else. GUESS NOT. Despite feeling slightly embarrassed, his expression is as flat as ever.]

Actually. . .yes, yes I do.

[noprophecies]

I see. [weird and loud. Dear lord]

Why that particular word? Normally one shouts curses, do they not?

[imfine1111one]

Why would I curse at an overhead speaker? It's not like an inanimate object can screw off.

[I mean, it can't counter an objection either, but maybe that's the point.]

[noprophecies]

It is not like an inanimate object can respond to your objection, either.

Besides - the audience is watching, yes? The curses can be directed at them.

[imfine1111one]

I can still object to its existence.

[. . .? He looks around, surely there isn't a studio audience in the walls.]

What are you talking about?

[noprophecies]

Then you can also curse it's existence.

[oh had no one given him the welcome talk yet. Well great]

We are on a - reality show? There are people watching, always.

[imfine1111one]

. . . [DEFEAT IN SILENCE.]

You mean what the speakers are droning on and on about?

. . .that's so utterly dumb I'd believe it. Why??

[noprophecies]

Yes, that.

[she rests a chin on her hand, shrugging] Entertainment? I do not try to understand our captors' voyeuristic natures. They're all a lot of perverts, if you ask me.

[imfine1111one]

Well if they're filming all of us without consent or a proper contract in play. . .yeah, they're probably space pervs.

I'm still hoping this is all an elaborate set up, I don't have time for this. [And he gets nervous on film. JUST GOTTA PRETEND THERE AREN'T ANY CAMERAS...]

[noprophecies]

A . . . contract? Why would you need a contract? [the medieval confusion begins, are you ready]

I certainly wish it was, but I have been here long enough to realize that it's not. It's stupid.

[imfine1111one]

You know, for said consent, expression of the rules, set boundaries, pay, what would happen if you break the agreement. . .[He drones on and on like that for a good couple minutes ARE YOU READY]

[noprophecies]

I know what a damned contract is. [she will just RUDELY CUT HIM OFF when she can't take it anymore] But I have never heard of one being used for - what did you say, our consent to be filmed?

[imfine1111one]

Oh! Aha, whoops, my bad.

Well, usually when working on a television set, you have to give our permission to be filmed, especially in reality shows. A surprising amount of people watch them and would love to be part of one, but it's not my thing.

[noprophecies]

Oh. So, not only have they kidnapped us, but they are filming us - illegally?

[imfine1111one]

[LIGHTS THE HECK UP]

Yes, exactly! You could likely press charges on them!

If they allow you to leave, anyway.

[noprophecies]

[there was a moment of clarity until it came to a screeching halt]

I do not know what pressing charges means.

[imfine1111one]

Really? It means you can take them to court for doing you wrong--file a lawsuit.

Though I wouldn't really be able to help with that. I'm a defense attorney, not a prosecutor.

[noprophecies]

I . . . do not know what a lawsuit is. Or a lawyer, or a prosecutor. We have courts - you stand before the council and they sentence you for your crimes, but - that is about it.

[she wouldn't know, she's never been arrested]

[imfine1111one]

[Just stares at her as if she's an alien HOW COULD YOU NOT......]

That's....really odd to hear. I guess though, in a way you're lucky if you never have to learn what any of that means.

[noprophecies]

I suppose . . . I only know little bits about the modern world, and that is not one of those things. It never really came up.

[mostly because her teammate was a thief, and they talked that and detectives]

[imfine1111one]

The modern world?

. . .

Am I going to regret asking where you're from?

[noprophecies]

Probably not because it is unlikely you have heard of it.

I am from Daear, an island country.

[imfine1111one]

[He looks SO RELIEVED]

H-haha, I've never heard of it, but for a moment I thought you were going to say something outlandish, like you're an alien or--I don't know, a lizard man. At least some things are grounded in reality here.

[noprophecies]

[oh. Oh no, she's grinning]

My, I am nothing like that at all, dear. I am but a simple half-elf.

Quite normal, you see.