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driftfleet2016-10-23 04:55 pm
goodandtrue) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-23 04:55 pm
[001 🐚 Action]
Who: Jeyne and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden; SS Blue Fish
When: Oct 23
It hadn't been a great surprise when Jeyne had appeared suddenly on the Golden. For all of her intentions of begging to be at her husband's side, she inwardly knew that she would be placed elsewhere. For the few days she had spent on the Marsiva, as well as the brief conversations she had on her strange device, she had slowly become aware of how these Atroma intended to play. Nothing was about her comfort, it was about this show that they had brought her here for.
For her sanity, and for Robb's sake, she would need to make the best of this situation and allow herself to be moved around as a pawn once more.
She had at least been given a room of her own. For the first few days, she had wandered the ship, acquainting herself with her surroundings, but only when she wasn't with her husband. Traveling between the Golden and the Blue Fish was becoming a routine for her. While she wanted to remain with Robb, she had duties to attend to and couldn't neglect her own crew.
So mornings and evenings, she would travel between the ships, slowly become familiar with the faces she passed (even if she didn't know all of their names.)
Stepping through the sealed doors, Jeyne rested for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her composure. No matter how often she passed people or walked the distance between her ship and the Blue Fish, she still managed to become disoriented and drained.
Hearing another's approach, she forced herself back into composure, bringing a smile once more to her features. "Good day," she said, turning to greet the person that had interrupted her solitude. "Am I in your way?"
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden; SS Blue Fish
When: Oct 23
It hadn't been a great surprise when Jeyne had appeared suddenly on the Golden. For all of her intentions of begging to be at her husband's side, she inwardly knew that she would be placed elsewhere. For the few days she had spent on the Marsiva, as well as the brief conversations she had on her strange device, she had slowly become aware of how these Atroma intended to play. Nothing was about her comfort, it was about this show that they had brought her here for.
For her sanity, and for Robb's sake, she would need to make the best of this situation and allow herself to be moved around as a pawn once more.
She had at least been given a room of her own. For the first few days, she had wandered the ship, acquainting herself with her surroundings, but only when she wasn't with her husband. Traveling between the Golden and the Blue Fish was becoming a routine for her. While she wanted to remain with Robb, she had duties to attend to and couldn't neglect her own crew.
So mornings and evenings, she would travel between the ships, slowly become familiar with the faces she passed (even if she didn't know all of their names.)
Stepping through the sealed doors, Jeyne rested for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her composure. No matter how often she passed people or walked the distance between her ship and the Blue Fish, she still managed to become disoriented and drained.
Hearing another's approach, she forced herself back into composure, bringing a smile once more to her features. "Good day," she said, turning to greet the person that had interrupted her solitude. "Am I in your way?"
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She blinked in confusion, trying to formulate a polite response, even as he snapped at her. "I...I was trying to get my bearings." She said, which wasn't completely untrue. "It's all a bit overwhelming."
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He folded his arms, leaning against the nearest wall. Now he'd found someone to grumble at, he could put off wandering the hallways for a short while. It wasn't as if he currently had anything better to do.
"You're part of our crew, aren't you? Name?"
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She fidgeted nervously, bracing herself for something worse than what had hardly happened so far.
"I'm Jeyne Westerling, I work as personal. Who are you?"
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"Espio the Chameleon. Pilot."
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"It's nice to meet you." Given the circumstances, that is. "Have you been here long?"
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There were huge problems with this place that he could see - outright kidnap being the first, and every move you make being watched by someone being the second - but it was definitely a step up from the last year and a half.
"Just pretend you're not being watched all the time."
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There was also the tampering with the mind, that was more than a problem in her eyes. The idea of this being some sort of entertainment, that their suffering might actually be amusing to others.
"It's rather hard to forget," she said with a rueful smile. "Are they always watching? Even when...we are indecent?"
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"I don't know," he answered, honestly. Monty had told him that the bathrooms and bedrooms were private, but he heard that from Renart and who knew where Renart had heard that? He wanted to believe it, but he just didn't know. "That kind of thing'd never make it onto mainstream TV where I'm from, but... aliens."
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"TV?" She felt dense asking him, but the word meant nothing to her. "I suppose we can only hope. I'd rather not have to worry about that at all hours."
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