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driftfleet2016-09-17 03:26 pm
poisoninmypocket) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-17 03:26 pm
Act 1 | text
Who: Monty Navarro
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: September 16th
[Monty isn't a complete stranger to being one place and then suddenly being another. This typically has some element of delusion or other magic involved, though. Suddenly finding himself aboard a random ship in the fleet is disconcerting. But Renart's given him a basic rundown of what's going on, and he's glanced through this latest communications network. There's far too much to take in. But there is one matter he's been wondering about.]
To All Souls Present,
My name is Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro, most recently of the Fortress Between. I should extend my apologies if this is a query that has been answered before, but is there, perhaps, a list of persons who once were held within the confines of this fleet who have since departed? And is it known where these disappeared persons might go?
Regards,
Navarro
ACTION - SS Heron
[Monty's not entirely sure how much he should go just wandering about a strange ship when he's just arrived, really. He probably ought to introduce himself to the captain, find out if there's some place for him to actually sleep, where the food Renart mentioned might be... But, well, a man does get distracted. Specifically, he's been distracted by the Med/Science Lab. Everything in it should, by rights, be absolutely foreign, but his hands seem to know what they're doing when he picks up devices, and he knows what the different medicines he finds are and what they do.
It's unnerving, disturbing, whatever had he done to be so deserving of such an augment? And how in god's name is this possible? He's really trying to take it in stride, but he's back to being a no one, stranded away from all the people he's known for more than a year, except Renart, whom he hasn't even found, yet.
Anyone stepping into the medical lab will find a young gentleman dressed to the nines in a suit from a bygone era, moving around and trying desperately to keep himself distracted from... everything by mucking about with the equipment.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: September 16th
[Monty isn't a complete stranger to being one place and then suddenly being another. This typically has some element of delusion or other magic involved, though. Suddenly finding himself aboard a random ship in the fleet is disconcerting. But Renart's given him a basic rundown of what's going on, and he's glanced through this latest communications network. There's far too much to take in. But there is one matter he's been wondering about.]
To All Souls Present,
My name is Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro, most recently of the Fortress Between. I should extend my apologies if this is a query that has been answered before, but is there, perhaps, a list of persons who once were held within the confines of this fleet who have since departed? And is it known where these disappeared persons might go?
Regards,
Navarro
ACTION - SS Heron
[Monty's not entirely sure how much he should go just wandering about a strange ship when he's just arrived, really. He probably ought to introduce himself to the captain, find out if there's some place for him to actually sleep, where the food Renart mentioned might be... But, well, a man does get distracted. Specifically, he's been distracted by the Med/Science Lab. Everything in it should, by rights, be absolutely foreign, but his hands seem to know what they're doing when he picks up devices, and he knows what the different medicines he finds are and what they do.
It's unnerving, disturbing, whatever had he done to be so deserving of such an augment? And how in god's name is this possible? He's really trying to take it in stride, but he's back to being a no one, stranded away from all the people he's known for more than a year, except Renart, whom he hasn't even found, yet.
Anyone stepping into the medical lab will find a young gentleman dressed to the nines in a suit from a bygone era, moving around and trying desperately to keep himself distracted from... everything by mucking about with the equipment.]
[text]
Lord Navarro,
I don't claim to be an expert on the fleet at present. I know what most people are told when they first come here, and have learned more in the months since I came here myself, but I imagine that would be of little use to your inquiry. My brother Bran and my sister Sansa have been here for longer than I have, though. Mayhaps they might be able to provide the information you wish.
If you wouldn't mind my asking, where were you before? What sort of indication was this?
Respectfully,
Jon Snow
[text]
I should be delighted to make the acquaintance of your kin, sir. I think, perhaps, there are other inquiries it may serve to make of you, though. You've months more experience than me in this place. That puts you well ahead, and I find myself already in your debt for your forthright manner and the suggestion of persons to speak with. Thank you.
I do not mind you asking, though, it is a place I should scarce think you might have heard of unless Renart's been speaking of it. The Fortress Between lies within a wasteland reality, stripped bare to the truth that so many other worlds had crumbled to dust. We were given to believe that it was the only reality left; though, this place would seem to dispute that.
I fear the nature of that place and the requirements for survival were somewhat unsavory. I dare not be blunt for any women reading, but in addition to food and water, we required another activity to maintain ourselves in that reality and keep from fading. We referred to it as 'distraction.' A distraction from the misery of life and our existence in such a place. Those who did not partake in distraction began to fade out of reality and eventually disappeared altogether.
With Gratitude,
Lord Navarro
[text]
Make your inquiries, then. I'll answer them as best as I can, but you'll forgive me, I trust, if some of those answers seem much the same as what others might have told you.
Seeing as everyone here is whole, aye, there is a dispute. Mayhaps whoever told you that it was the only reality left lied to you.
[Blunt, as always--where Navarro skirts around, Jon steps into.
Jon pauses for a moment, reading the last paragraph over. A distraction--is that what they're calling it now, he wonders, or was that what they simply called it in this Fortress Between?]
I take it this was the carnal sort of distraction? [Were Jon speaking, he'd sound maybe a little surprised, but after months in space, there's not much left that can faze him for very long.] There are other kinds of distractions here--the Iskaulit is a constant, it holds a bar and a garden big enough for a wolf pup to run in.
Respectfully,
Jon Snow
[text]
I would tend to agree with you on the lies save that we had it from multiple forces at odds with one another, and I was able to see into the spirit realm for myself and gaze upon a void where the echoes of other realities should have been. I think 'misinformed,' would be a more apt description given the available evidence.
Perhaps you might be able to tell me what the nature of these planets that the fleet visits is? I've heard one was home to foxes. It seems strange to hear of creatures from home on an entirely other planet.
[The directness of the man's question about distraction is... embarrassing, but Monty's grateful for the text to cover any awkwardness.]
You take rightly for the distraction I mean. And I'm glad to hear there are other pursuits to see to rather than worrying over something so base.
With Gratitude,
Lord Navarro