driftfleet | 001: Happy New Year!

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001: Happy New Year!

Who: Isabela and YOU
Broadcast: Unsuspecting Fleetwide Broadcast
Action: Hospitality Wing, Marsiva
When: January 1st!

[ Everything is wrong. The air: the smell, the temperature, the lack of breeze. Her bed: leathery but not, cold, sterile. She jolts awake and is assaulted with light. The light is wrong. It's too bright, it's too distributed, it's the wrong color. She can't help but swear in the most serious and dire way she knows how. ]

Maker be fucked.

[ She steps unsteadily onto a floor made of alien material, her boots making an audible sound as they make contact.

She's got her armor on but- no, her daggers are gone. No grenades, no bombs. Even her poisoned hairpin is gone. ]

Hello?

[ She starts to wander, looking at strange blinking lights and confusing surfaces which- she knows how to use? What even?? She moves to one console and finds that she can understand the language onscreen, and knows how to navigate the interface. ]

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[ Oh there's children around.

She momentarily contemplates cursing less and immediately discards the ridiculous notion. ]

Would you now?

[ Sounds like someone she'd probably like to meet. ]

This is a Fleet?

[ It looked more like a- she had no idea what this looked like. Not a fleet, that's for sure. ]

Mhmm! My mom says stuff like shit and ass and stuff.

[Also I have no filter.]

A fleet, like a fleet of spaceships! Have you ever got to fly through space before?

[ This child is adorable. She can teach them so many bad words.

She also frowns condescendingly at the child speaking nonsense. ]

Ships can't fly, and they definitely can't fly through space.

[Good choices made, perfect choices.]

Yeah they can!! 'Specially if they're spaceships! I bet you can find a big window and see all the stars outside! It's real pretty. Kinda big, but real pretty.

[ Okay, we can humor the child. She doesn't even have to move very far, the big observation windows are visible from where she's standing. She hadn't paid them much attention, assuming they were just some type of elaborate mural.

It's pretty clear as she walks towards them that this is no mural, however. ]

Stuff me in the Revered Mother's Cunt.

[ Stay tuned, she's got a million of them. ]

[Oh, language. But Takeshi is unfazed. It goes to the show the company he's kept in the last... forever years. Even his mom and her boyfriend back home said some pretty terrible things. At least the people nowadays don't aim it at him.]

I told you!

It's kinda quiet out there a lot, but it's not too bad! Don't go out there, though, 'cus then you'll die. 'Cus air is important and there's no air outside.

[#helpful]

[ #veryhelpful ]

Noted.

[ Sorry, she's just gonna... stare for awhile here. She tentatively touches the glass and leans against it, to get a better view. She doesn't recognize the stars at all, and she's pretty intimately aware of them back home. You need to have a good knowledge of the stars to navigate, after all. ]