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Who: Adrasteius & you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: 10th-14th

broadcast;

[Adrasteius is not a graceful sleeper. His small body tosses and turns under the bedsheets, as though he's in the grip of nightmares; sweat makes his lips and forehead shiny. After about a minute of this, he startles awake. Rather than sitting up straight in bed, he instead lies still, stone still, like a rabbit sighted by a fox. For a brief moment, he appears vulnerable, frail, afraid.

But then his expression hardens into confusion and rage. His hands grip the bedrails, and he does not jolt up in bed but rather leap out of it, throwing the sheets back with such violence that they cascade to the floor in one big pile.

Ears pressed flat against the sides of his head, Adrasteius glares this way and that, grinding his teeth. The stark, mechanical design of this new prison reminds him of Tempest Keep, albeit significantly less colorful.

Had he been taken in the night? Bastards.]

Just what the fuck is going on here?

[He bangs angrily on a wall.]

I've done nothing, do you hear? Nothing! You have no grounds! No solid grounds, anyway ...

action;

[When he leaves the room -- when he finds that he can leave -- Adrasteius can be found just about anywhere on the ship, pacing angrily, hissing curses. He's got a better idea of the situation now, barely. First, it's clear that he is on a space ship, but it's certainly not of draenei design. No, this is another set of captors entirely.

If anyone comes within striking distance, Adra will shout to them, demanding to know the identity of their fascist overlords and what makes them think they have the fucking right to just pluck people out of their god damn beds. He has children! He has mouths that he must literally feed! His wife doesn't care to cook. His family will starve.

And, besides all that, it's just not fucking right.]

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Yeah? Is that the name of my illustrious captor?

They're in charge of this whole operation, yeah.

And what is this operation, exactly?

Basically, we're being watched at all times by an audience as entertainment. The more exciting or likeable we are, the more we get paid. Supposedly if our rating is good enough we can go home, but who knows if that's true or not.

Watched? Entertainment? So we're fucking zoo animals, basically. That's what you're saying.

Yeah, that's about right.

Do we know who's watching?

As far as I know, no planet we've stopped at has people who recognize us. But it's apparently broadcast all over the universe, if what they have to say is to be believed.

[Well, this is straight away not adding up.]

-- and how many planets have you visited?

So far, three. But, uh, I'm pretty sure there's like a million planets, so ... I'd say it's too early to call it bullshit.

I'm perfectly ready to call this whole thing bullshit.

Well. Yeah, it's annoying and awful bullshit. I mean the fact that we're on TV isn't necessarily a lie.

Do you have concrete proof, either way?

Well, we are getting paid, and it's different every time. And the people who've recently had some kind of personal drama seem to be getting a lot more. I'm not sure why they'd bother rewarding anyone in that fashion if it wasn't because of the interest they brought in.

So the more we act like petty, squabbling idiots, the more money we're given. Disgusting.

That's the idea, unfortunately. But we're working on finding a way to get everyone home.