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driftfleet2017-03-22 03:11 pm
edwinjarvis) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-22 03:11 pm
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Voice/Action. Edwin, please, Mr. Jarvis is my father.
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.]
CATCH-ALL WILDCARD
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Hit me up and let me know, we can do something. :)]
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.]
CATCH-ALL WILDCARD
[Have something that isn't in any of these categories? Wanna make a particular thread?
Hit me up and let me know, we can do something. :)]
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His eyes are alight with the silent energy a childish wonder brings.]
I would love to learn more about it -- and about space, miss. I know I'm very... far behind...
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Gosh, I have so many stories. What kind do you like?
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[He doesn't know much about her universe or the people in it so-]
How about I tell you about my friend Odo? He's a changeling, he can turn into anything, anyone, any animal, but he runs security on the space station I work on. And for a very long time, he thought he was the only one of his kind so he was pretty lonely.
[Never telling him that the changelings are in charge of the Dominion.] One day though, our Captain, Ben, had to take a ship into the Gamma Quadrant to try to find some people. And we never explored it before, but Odo ended up finding his people and learned that they had send out one hundred young changelings years before. To learn about other races.
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Did he ever find the others? Did he meet them?
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He did, lots of them. A whole planet, but he also realized that the people he'd be raised around, the Bajorans, those of us on DS9, we were just as much his people as the other changelings. He'd grown up around them.
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I'm so glad he found his family. Both of them...
It's important to find a place like that. With people that you feel happy with!
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[She should make sure he eats something, just in case. Her memories of pasts hosts having kids included them eating often.]
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That's true... you shouldn't pick a place that makes you unhappy.
[Unfortunately, his home is not one that makes him happy, per se. It's not entirely loveless — his mother loves him, truly! And his father is a complicated man, and he hopes maybe his father does love him more than he feels... But he is not usually content there.]
I will make it a mission! To be as happy here as I can be.
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No, you shouldn't. That's why I joined Starfleet when I was old enough, I wasn't very happy on New Sydney.
[She can understand that well enough, if he ever shared. Her own father was absent and her mother overly-critical. He'd get all the sympathy and all of her encouragement. It might be hard to get past something like that but not impossible. Especially with support.]
That's a good mission! And if you need help, you can ask me any time.
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Thank you, Miss Ezri...!
I — I don't need help, but... Would you like to explore with me?
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[Still smiling, it's hard not to.]
I would love to explore with you. Where should we explore?
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... You know, mi - Ezri...! I don't really know.
[He looks bashful.]
... I accidentally came here, on this ship.
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I would love to see the world inside spaceships!!
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