driftfleet | Video

Who: Gemini & Open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 23/9

[The Marsiva's Hospitality Deck is cool and sterile as this feed clicks into life, the cameras zooming in on the biobed in the centre of the room. Normally there would be a recognisable humanoid lying there, but today there is a strange puddle of dark blue goop, glossy and rubbery in texture, held in place by a special cradle to stop the material slopping all over the spotless floor. There's only one clue that this is a person; an Augment suspended neatly in the middle of the blob. For a good long moment nothing happens, but then slowly the goo starts to move, twitching at first and then beginning to churn in increased agitation.

It had been a long time since Gemini last experienced unconsciousness and she was extremely disorientated. One moment she'd been closing in for a kill, about to finish her mission and the next she's waking up in an entirely different place having unwillingly reverted to her base form. That fact alone making her very unhappy.

Tentacles erupt from the rubbery mass, seeking to do damage to whoever had captured her, the forest of angry coils knocking the cameras askew, filling the room in a writhing mass as information from her Augment starts to trickle in. The information was unwelcome, the sensation of having a thing attached to her not something Gemini wanted and she immediately tried to detach her cells from it.

It's a good thing she doesn't have a mouth to scream. The tentacles twitch and start to melt, pulling back to the cradle, the whole gooey mass flopping to the floor out of sight, obviously in terrible pain. It's nearly a minute later when one of the cameras is wrenched back around, and now there's a black haired young woman staring into the camera, visibly seething.]

What the hell is this place? Is this some kind of fucking joke?

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[That would appear to be a very angry and a very attractive... young lady. Monty will go with young lady, rather than shapeless puddle of goo.]

I am very sorry for the circumstances, miss. I see Ms. Pryde has explained the broad strokes of our abduction. My name's Lord Montague Navarro, but please do feel free to call me Monty. I fear there's not terribly much I can do for you where you are, save make the suggestion that you used your rather extraordinary abilities to attempt to see into other parts of that vessel. Apparently, no one has been able to leave the hospitality deck before being transferred to a ship out in the fleet.

[That would certainly be Gemini's preferred reaction, although she narrows her eyes suspiciously at the new face on the screen regardless. She already likes Monty's manners, her mother had taught her to respect anyone with them, although the title and his way of speaking reminds her of a number of rich men she's killed for their fortunes.]

She did. This chip thing's filled in some of the other gaps, that might be an idea though...[She wanders over to one of the air vents for a closer look, kneeling to inspect the millimetre thin gaps in the grille.]

I can certainly get through that. Are you telling me nobody else has tried to get into the vents before? [She doesn't want to get fried by any nasty surprises in there.]

[Sadly, his fortune is gone here.]

Not as far as I'm aware, but I'm quite new, myself. I shouldn't like you to hurt yourself, if you think that's likely to happen, though. Perhaps consulting Ms. Pryde? She seems to be quite knowledgeable.

[That is a pity. She gives him a slightly amused look at the idea that she might herself and a moment later her body is flattening and she's squeezing a now paper-thin head through the gaps in the ventilation grilles, the rest of her body still kneeling by the grate.]

[It's a good few minutes before Gemini pulls her head back out of the grille, looking intensely frustrated as she picks up her communicator once more.]

I don't understand it. There's air circulating in there and I've tried following it, but the ducts just get smaller and smaller until they stop. I pushed a good fifteen to twenty metres in several directions but the same thing happened each way.

[Well, that's not indescribably disturbing. Monty's face blanches somewhat for the first minute or two, watching the woman's body stretch like that. But it is... quite extraordinary, really, even if it's a little horrifying. His mind goes to what other things she might be capable of where such impossible flexibility might be useful.

The gentleman decides not to actually ask about any of those possibilities that present immediately to mind. This isn't Between.]

Well, you've certainly gotten farther than anyone else, I'd wager. What a bizarre system, though. Vents are meant to circulate air, but if there's a block... how would they be circulating anything? Perhaps the Marsiva was designed as some manner of prison ship?

[Luckily Gemini didn't catch any of that blanch, being literally neck-deep in the ducts. But now that she's out she can see from his expression where Monty's mind is and decides to play with him a little, leaning forward slightly against the wall in such a way as to give him a clear view of her chest.]

I imagine so. I don't understand how the system could work though, it makes no sense! If it was a prison then where are the cells?

[He's looking up. His eyes are on her face. They are only on her face. He's not looking lower. There is nothing below her neck worth looking at. No. Nope.]

... The entire deck?

[Monty has no earthly idea, really.]

We have transporters. [He says the word a little like he's never actually spoken it in this context.] Perhaps we're transported into this cell on the Marsiva 'til they're ready to assign us to a ship. And to prepare us with these... augments. I'm so very sorry for the trouble, miss. I wish I could be of more help. Though, I daresay you've discovered something new for your efforts.

[Considering that the last person who ogled her too obviously was left battered and broken in a ditch, it's probably a good thing Monty's looking at her face, although there's a slight smile that says she's amused by his struggle not to look down.]

That makes a lot of sense. [She nods thoughtfully, letting out an entirely unnecessary breath as a sigh, folding her arms and beginning to look very sad and depressed. It's an act for Monty's benefit, but she obviously likes him to start toying with him this way. In the meantime though she's blinking back what look like tears from her eyes, her body language anxious and vulnerable.]

I just hope I'll be able to make some friends here...my name's Anna by the way.

[It's an act that he falls for completely. Sibella had been much the same way, and there is some wariness there for what a clever little snake she'd always been. But Monty had fallen in love with her. And they'd learned how to manage each other. He knows this woman is more dangerous and far less vulnerable than she's letting on just from her introduction, but he'll play along, the ever-dutiful gentleman riding to her aid.]

It's good to meet you, Ms. Anna, though I dearly wish it were under better circumstances. I'm certain you'll make many friends here. Everyone I've met so far has been very kind and understanding. We share a destiny now. I imagine all of us should like to see it be a good one.

Once you're assigned to a ship, it may be easier. There's the Isakaulit where you can meet with many people. I'd be happy to introduce myself in-person to you there.

[It certainly makes things easier that Monty's such a gentleman, the distressed woman act is one that they usually fall for hook line and sinker. She's moulding her language and personality a little to adapt to what she's seen in him to make her act more appealing. Why? If she's going to be trapped on this fleet she'll have to do something to keep herself occupied.]

Thank you. [She sniffs, wiping at her eyes, 'recovering' herself.] That's very kind of you. Once I'm settled on my ship I'll be sure to visit you on the Iskaulit. I shan't forget your kindness Monty.

And I shall not forget your plight, Ms. Anna, nor your bravery to tread where others dare not and could not. Please take care, and if you should simply wish company to speak with 'til you're placed upon a ship, please do not hesitate to contact me.

[He sends over his personal communicator ID frequency.]

That's very kind of you Monty I won't forget it, you're a real gentleman. I'll look forward to speaking with you again in the future.

[She cuts the connection, sweet smile turning darker as she walks away to explore further.]

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