Voice/Action. Edwin, please, Mr. Jarvis is my father.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Edwin Jarvis (as a small fella) and you!
Broadcast: Voice
Action: SS Tourist, SS Starstruck, Iskaulit
When: From about March 22nd, a week onward.

... Sorry Tourist, make your own food for the week.



SS TOURIST

[Jarvis' day is the same as it always is. He gets up, makes breakfast, does a bit of laundry and tidies the ship wherever he sees fit — then work at the bar, the gym visits, making a half-sea-food dinner, and so on. It's a normal week, yes? Or perhaps not. The next day, there is no breakfast. Then no tidying or laundry. Then no dinner. It seems, without having left the roster, Jarvis has all but vanished from the SS Tourist.

Or perhaps he hasn't quite vanished. For you see, hidden up under his bed as he's been for hours now is a small boy of about eight or nine, wearing a rather too large robe, his hands in anxious fists tucked up by his face. He hasn't come out yet, because his nerves are rather... fried. Yours would be too, if you were a small kid and you woke up suddenly in a steel trap of sorts! He is mortified and at a complete loss, and all he can assume is that he's been abducted. Perhaps a ransom! Oh, his mind dances through a million paranoid thoughts. His mum and dad must have bothered someone terribly. They must've closed a door in someone's face and they want revenge. This is a lair from a villainous hideout, it must be so.

His stomach gurgles but he holds steadfast, as he fidgets with the device in front of him. It had been on the desk beside his bed, and he was interested in what it could do — and some part of him knows, in theory, how it works. And that is very frightening, because he's never seen something like this before in his entire life!!

He slams down the device, frustrated tears blooming in his eyes.]

[Audio]

[A hushed voice:]

Oh, don't cry — don't cry now, it won't do any good...

[He sniffs hard, and seems to be steeling himself. For a moment.

Even so — ]

... I want to go home...

[Eventually, sooner or later, somehow, someway, he will be out from under that cursed bed of doom and gloom and sit a day late at the table in the kitchen. But he doesn't cook, or clean, or anything of the sort. He sits with his hands off the table (impolite to put them there), sitting straight in his chair, unsure if he should... be waiting for someone to come in and make food, or if he... needs to make his own...

He's not very good at making things, yet.

Eventually he does grab a plate of... a block of some kind of gel. He wrinkles his nose but eventually gives in, and though he thinks the taste is just terrible, he is determined to eat every bite; wasting food is unsightly. He's a good boy. He would never. So to enjoy it forcefully, he hums a little tune as he eats, swinging his feet just a little. Nobody is around to see his poor etiquette, so... it's okay to be a little less rigid at the table, right?]

SS STARSTRUCK / ISKAULIT

[AT SOME POINT... Peggy will sniff him out. Which is probably way sooner than later, but anyway. Edwin is terribly curious now, despite his anxiety surrounding this... impossible place. He had investigated the Starstruck's cargo bay with some interest. Some strange and frightening man with a habit of grunting answers gave him some delicious dessert, and he wandered freely with the promise of being the most well-behaved kid in all of space.

... Well, he did fiddle with the teleporter a bit...

And ended up aboard the Iskaulit rather abruptly.

Which sparked great panic in the hall of the ship.]

How do I go back?! Oh, I've mucked it up! Stupid, Edwin — they'll be so cross with me!

[If I hit buttons enough, will that fix the problem? No?

Okay, time to roam the ship nervously then.]

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Comments

starstruck »

[mucked]

[ well, here's a pickle.

currently, peggy is blowing the dust off an empty shelf -- and standing in one of the starstruck's unassigned rooms. having tracked the boy down by one means or another (perhaps a friendly crew-member on the tourist tipped her off?), she now introduces him to the sad sparse little room that she intends to be his for the duration of this glitch.

her expression is pinched. a little pained. none of this comes easily to her. ]

-- I'm certain we can find something to brighten the place up. Afraid it's all a bit dreary at the moment.

[edwinjarvis]

[Edwin looks entirely unsure about this entire situation, but he has been careful to be proper and decent for the whole of it. He's still dressed in a robe that is entirely too long on him, fidgeting with the sleeve before trying to look as obedient and confident as possible (though he still looks nervous so he kind of failed there, but you can't fault him for trying).]

It's — quite alright! I think it's a very nice room.

[It's not at all. But anyway.]

... I'm, I'm sure I can clean it up a little. [HOW HE DOESN'T KNOW BUT HE DOESN'T WANT TO SOUND DRAB AND ILL-PREPARED.] I'm very clean, I promise.

[mucked]

Oh, I believe you are. No doubt.

[ but her frown persists. she can't very well put the child to work dusting his own quarters -- and yet, a bit of hard work never hurt anyone. more importantly, however, is the sad situation of his wardrobe.

at least that has an easier fix. ] We've got a lad on board who's just a little bit bigger than you, I think. I suspect he'll have something going spare.

Iskaulit

[musicalhost]

[Ezri felt it was her duty to explore. Sure there are other Starfleet officers who can tell her plenty but checking a few things out herself would be better and solidify details in her mind.

Unfortunately, exploring comes with a price. And that price was that she had to fly a shuttle over to the Iskaulit and she suffered from space sickness ever since she'd been joined. So after arriving there, she doesn't do much exploring and instead finds somewhere quiet to just sit and wait for her stomach to calm down. Which is promptly forgotten when she spots a nervous kid wandering around.

Dax has been a parent enough times that concern immediately burns in her chest and her upset stomach is forgotten, the Trill standing quickly and approaching.]

You look a little lost.

1/2

[edwinjarvis]

[He turns to the new company, a sharp cold twist in his stomach.

He really didn't mean to wander off! He'd been so careful not to be a fuss while he's... away from home. He turns and smiles a little, trying to look confident. Confidence is important! A proper gentleman would not look at this meekly.]

No, I'm not, miss. I'm just —

[edwinjarvis]

... Just exploring, really.

[... Could have been more confident, whelp.

He tried.]

[musicalhost]

[She just gives him a smile, trying to be reassuring. Sometimes her lack of height could pay off in that at least. And she's still young, younger than Jadzia had been. Or any other Dax.]

I'm exploring too actually. I've only been here a couple weeks and I didn't really leave the Caprine until now. Maybe we can explore together?

[And she could keep a kid from possibly getting into trouble.]

SS Tourist

[takingkarabusiness]

[ concerned at the marked lack of Jarvis, Kara's been looking around the ship. She's not sure what she expected but it wasn't this. Using her x-ray vision, she can very clearly see... a child... under the bed. She knocks lightly on the door before opening it ]

Hello?

[edwinjarvis]

[He doesn't come out of course; he doesn't know her!

He doesn't know anything at all, it feels like. This is all just a bad dream. Edwin bites his lip and pushes even further backward under the bed, pursing his lips and trying not to be too afraid; afraid is okay, afraid is safe, as long as there's some bravery there, right? Right. Be brave.

(don't cry, don't cry!!)]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she comes in, trying had to project nonthreateningness, and gets on the floor to peek under the bed. she's just looking, hair hanging down, and not pressing the line for the time being. she smiles, voice soft ]

Hey. Hi. Are you okay?

audio

[passingthrough]

[What are you doing to her ovaries? Her voice is gentle when she speaks.]

Hey, who is this?

audio

[edwinjarvis]

[His breath catches, and he slaps a hand over his mouth.

Where did that come from...?! A little tickle in his head tells him he knows exactly where.

And that's scary.

He hesitates for a moment, seeing if the device speaks again.]

audio

[passingthrough]

[When no response comes she tries again.] It's okay. I'm talking through the communicator. My name is Kitty. I'm a friend.

Iskaulit

[tough_love]

[And clearly, what better to calm a distressed child than stumbling across an absolutely massive alien in battle armor? Though admittedly it might be hard to tell who's more surprised by that encounter. And once a quick glance around behind Edwin doesn't turn up any parents or guardian figures, well. Hm.

She'll...just have to do her best at being as non-threatening as possible. If the child was lost now, causing him to go running off further into the ship in a blind fright would likely only make things worse. So her expression's going to soften somewhat and leave the default "I am annoyed by all of this" look behind for something more reassuring, and she'll do what she can to speak a little quieter than usual- she's well aware her usual speaking voice is only a few decibels below a human shouting at someone, after all.]

Are you lost, young one?

[She'll be nice and not approach Edwin for now, and she does make it a point to put three of her hands at her hips so that the can see them. Both to show she's unarmed, and also not about to grab him. She's using the fourth for nothing more than gesticulation- it was a habit she'd never quite gotten rid of.]

It can be difficult to find your way around a ship of this size. If you have lost your way, I am sure it will be forgiven.

[edwinjarvis]

[OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.

Edwin is trying so very hard not to be terrified of the giant alien woman; but this sort of thing is obviously new to him. He stands with his knees wobbling a little, his nerves uncontrollable, but he tries his best to keep a nice disposition.

Because he doesn't want to be smashed or anything.

But — but her words are... not what villains or monsters would say.

He clears this throat, voice a bit rocky.]

I'm — I, I, I thought I'd... look at all the places there are here...!

[Manners, Edwin.]

... Miss.

[tough_love]

I see! That is a noble aspiration indeed! I have decided to do the same, young one.

[That actually wasn't all empty flattery for the child's sake- while not the same as being a warrior, being a great explorer was as good a way to earn some serious clout as far as Looma was concerned. Even if wandering a ship wasn't the grandest of adventures, it was nonetheless something that could be respected for a child. Especially in these circumstances.]

I am Princess Looma Red Wind, little human- have you been given a name?

[...also a legitimate question. Because it's a big universe with a whole lot of different species in it, with a pretty good variety of naming traditions. Some didn't get a name until they reached a certain age, and honestly, she had no idea what rules humans followed.]

Tourist

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris had assumed Jarvis had been taking some me-time, something the elf honestly wished the man would take more. He understands Jarvis honestly loves what he does, but everyone needs a break once in a while.

Still, it becomes obvious something is drastically wrong when the man doesn't turn up to eat and so, the elf goes in search of him. He knocks on the door, peering inside, brow furrowed. ]

...Jarvis?

[edwinjarvis]

[Eep...!

He is not coming out, no sir. But — okay, well, one second. Hold on, here. He said Jarvis. Perhaps his kidnappers know his name well, though. He crawls back a little bit, but a critical error: he accidentally taps the buttons of his comms device. The light flickers, a little beacon from beneath the bed before he puts his hands over it.

Oh, no—]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris' head snaps in the direction of the light. That's...unusual. Frowning, he crouches a little, muscles tense, ready for a fight. He hopes it's just one of the slugs that somehow got into Jarvis' room but it turns out to be...

a kid.

Fenris' eyebrows furrow. ]

...Hello? What are you doing in here?

[winn]

[ winn didn't notice jarvis' absence just yet. it's nothing personal, honestly, it's just that with things being awkward he hasn't spent a lot of time on the tourist since he woke up. he does, however, spend quite a bit of time on the iskaulit, where he's hard at work on his anniversary surprise.

he was just heading out of the lecture hall for a break at the bar when he runs into the kid. ]

...hello. [ he hasn't spent any time with a kid since opal was one. but he didn't totally screw up with her, so...maybe he could try this again. ]

[edwinjarvis]

[He jumps a bit; must be a skittish one.

But he's quick to give a smile, standing a bit straighter, hands folded behind his back.]

Hello, sir! I'm — very sorry for nearly running into you!

I should be more careful.

[winn]

Sorry - didn't mean to scare you. [ must be. or at least, he hopes, he'd rather not be the kind of person who just...scares children. ] Don't worry about it. Are you new here?

late with starbucks, etc, pls ignore if you want!

[candothat]

[The Tourist]

[Chekov, hungry enough to venture out of his room (he wasn't brooding or anything, he was just thinking) without being summoned by food smells, can't help but notice that there is a child eating a gel cube in the kitchen. He's slightly confused since, to his knowledge, there were no children on this ship yesterday.]

Hello. Where did you come from?

[edwinjarvis]

[Edwin shrinks a little with the new focus on him, but he does smile, remembering manners. It's good to be nice to new company, and being alone isn't very fun anyway.]

I woke up here, sir.

... Is this your chair? I'm sorry — I can move, if you would like it back.

[candothat]

No, please stay, that can be your chair now.

[He pokes around the kitchen a bit, trying to decide if he's hungry enough to eat the gel. The lack of Jarvis is both alarming and tragic.]

You can call me Pavel instead of sir, if you like. What should I call you?