001: Video

[servantnotserving]

Who: Lumiére and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Right noe


[There are some things a person comes to expect in their life. Of course, magical curses that turn you and your colleagues into inanimate objects tends to move those goalposts a little, but you still expect certain things to remain the way they are.

For instance, if you live in an 18th century castle in the middle of France, you honestly don't expect to be suddenly not in that castle. And you absolutely do not expect to be suddenly in space. You sure don't expect to somehow understand, at least vaguely what space is. These are things Lumiére did not expect to happen to him today, and yet here they are, happening.

But then again, the Flooters probably don't expect to see a sentient candelabra shuffling in front of their screens as he presses his little candle hands to the window, staring out in the blank nothingness. Lumiére has no idea how he got here, he has no idea WHY he's here, but there's one thing he knows for absolute certainty-

Cogsworth is going to KILL him. ]

Zut alors! What is this place?

[He really, genuinely doesn't have time for this. Usually he's a big fan of all kinds of tomfoolery, but he's kind of on a really tight schedule right now and it's really, really not one he can shirk. He needs to get out of...whatever this is and get back. Like. Now. He turns, looking around him in the vast room, hoping for a sign of life.]

Hello? Anyone home?

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voice; this is the most beautiful thing i've ever witnessed

[helmsplitter]

Yeah, but just not where you are.

[Says the disembodied voice from his communicator.]

You're on the Marsiva, right?

voice; glad to be of service!

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére glances around, trying to locate where the voice is coming from. Eventually, he hobbles over to the communicator, staring at it. ]

Honestly, monsieur, I don't know. I've never been here before in my life, I think I'd remember a place like this.

[He looks over at the communicator again. Um. ]

If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be like this?

[Look, when 99% of the people you know got turned into inanimate objects, if you find a talking anything, you're just going to assume that's what happened here. Did you get cursed too, buddy? ]

voice; hurhurhur service

[helmsplitter]

Yeah, it's weird as hell. I went from bein' at the Citadel to now I'm wanderin' around underwater.

[Which is SO bad for him, but it's the only place where he can fight things.]

No one really knows how we get here. Something about some god thing called the Atroma? It pulls us in from wherever and whenever it wants and shoves us onto these ships. You'll get assigned one later probably.

[Because he 100% misunderstood that question, but he also doesn't think it's weird at all that a candlestick is talking to him. The joys of being a spirit.]

voice; /eyebrow waggle

[servantnotserving]

The Citadel? So...you are from a different place to me.

[There's sure no citadels anywhere near the castle. He'd remember.

That honestly sounds pretty far fetched, but given his current situation, he can't really call it as such. Stranger things can happen. He's living proof of that. ]

That sounds fantastical, mon ami- but here I am. And this certainly isn't where I cam from.

...The Atroma is what turned you into a...um. Whatever you are?

video;

[winn]

[ he's high. that has to be it, right? he must be high. instead of fantasizing about going into the superbrew supply and drink the drama away, he actually did it and this is what he got for his efforts.

don't get him wrong, he's used to seeing 6 impossible things before breakfast, and that's not even limited to the fleet anymore, but this? this is definitely some kind of record.

don't put your foot in your mouth, schott, don't put your foot in your mouth, the beauty of the internet is that you can take your time replying but how can he go with anything but video he wants to see more of this...what? is this a really good robot? is there an operator snickering off screen? ]

It's a spaceship. In a water world, currently, so trying to be a ship-ship. [ look, he can't not babble a little, okay. ]

video;

[servantnotserving]

[Winn is absolutely high. Yep. That's what's happening. Lumiére heads over to the communicator, smiling down at the image on the screen. Oh, so it is like the mirror, then! Now it makes sense.

He wants to ask what a spaceship is, but the knowledge just settles into his mind with cold, solid logic. That's creepy enough for him to just casually bury for now. He'll wonder about that later. Instead, he gives a soft laugh. See, he'll even humour you. ]

It's lacking some sails, no? Would perhaps a sea shanty help move things along for it?

video;

[winn]

[ everything makes sense now. ]

Well, if you got one up your uh, [ is it rude to say sleeve? what's he supposed to call it? ] candlestick you can always try and see how it goes.

voice;

[sylphid]

[Fie intended to keep quiet over broadcasts for a while. But this is too much, even for her.]

What are you?

[Never one for delicacy.]

voice;

[servantnotserving]

[Okay, magical voices coming from the other magical box. Okay, he'll play your little game. It's cool. ]

Why, I'm a dashing debonair newcomer to this place, of course. Isn't it obvious?

voice;

[sylphid]

Not really.

[Followed by another, super important question.]

Don't you worry about your head melting?

video; keywords XD

[bythewaves]

[ .........okay he's used to hallucinations, but this is new ]

A talking flame?

video; accurate response

[servantnotserving]

[He'll flash the camera the most charming smile. ]

I do so much more than talk monsieur. That is just one of my many talents.

video; Maglor has no context for this. NONE XD

[bythewaves]

I... a living flame. [ He says dazedly before something occurs to him ]

Sir, are you flame indeed? If so I must urge you to on no accounts step outside of the ship. [ How exactly the candle is walking he doesn't know, but he assumes that it would be VERY BAD if he walked into the ocean ]

video.

[brainiest]

[ A... Talking - okay. She's seen stranger things. ]

You're, um. In space. On a ship - probably the Marsiva right now, but you'll move eventually. I'm Hermione?

[ Is this real? ]

video.

[servantnotserving]

[Had this been a very different Lumiére, he would be flipping out right now. Alas, he is not, but hey it's a pretty girl so she gets a dashing smile. ]

Hermione! What an exquisitely unusual name, mademoiselle! I'm Lumiére.

[Because his name is totally normal. Yeah. ]

How do I move? Does someone come to get me? Where do you move to from...space?

[Space. He's in space. That's a thing. ]

video.

[brainiest]

[ A part of her can't believe this is actually happening to her right now. ]

Oh, um, it's nice to meet you, Lumiére.

[ Which is. Fine. A candle called Lumiére. Admittedly, she has seen stranger things. ]

It happens without us having much control of it, I'm afraid. Once it's time the Atroma just move you and you wake up on your new ship. That's how it works.

video

[foxpas]

[The video feed shows a girl with fox ears, with a sword hilt peeking up over her shoulder. She's also trying her best to keep a straight face here, but it's not working very well.]

... Good day, sir. Have you been told of the situation already?

[is 'sir' right? can a candle be a 'sir'? why is this her life now?]

video

[servantnotserving]

[He's incredibly happy at being called a sir. She can absolutely call him a sir. He gives her a winning grin. ]

I have indeed, mademoiselle! But I'd never say no to more delightful conversation with a lovely young lady.

video

[foxpas]

[is this flirting

but you are a candle

what do i do with this.]

... Ah... Very well, then. Have you any questions? I have not been here yet as long as many others, but nor is this my first time being in a new world in such a way, so I will answer what questions I am able.

[please ask her questions. because if she doesn't have anything to work with she's going to say something very stupid.

why are you a talking candle.]

video;

[widow_of_the_crag]

[It's a candelabra. A talking candelabra.

Out of planets, flying ships and so much else, this is the things that nearly makes her head explode in confusion.]

I...how...what...

[Is she really seeing this? It's a talking candelabra!]

What are you?

video;

[servantnotserving]

[People keep asking this question like they expect him to give them a straight answer. It's adorable, really. Still, she gets a charming smile.]

Why, I am a very handsome newcomer to your company, mademoiselle! Is it not obvious?

video;

[widow_of_the_crag]

I...

[Still focused on talking candelabra.]

No, of course. Forgive me, I am being rude.

Do...do you have a name?

[passingthrough]

[Just sighing really. She can walk through walls. She was friends with a colorful, baking pony. She can't even be surprised, but there's a definite, "I'm getting too old for this shit" quality to her that she probably shouldn't have at twenty-one.]

So...

You're just going to be a talking candle with a French accent then? That's where we're at with things?

[servantnotserving]

[ He'll raise that getting too old for this shit look with a wide grin and an eyebrow waggle. ]

Ah, you forgot devilishly handsome, mademoiselle!

[passingthrough]

Probably for the best. If I was hot for candles you might melt faster.