driftfleet | Recipe #001

Who: Ignis Scientia
Broadcast: Network Communication
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: On the evening of the 28th

[When he'd stepped aboard the ship in Caem, he'd known that he'd be leaving behind everything he'd ever known for the unknown, but this? Not what he had in mind. The others are nowhere around—something that set off all of the panic buttons in his brain—and he is mostly definitely not in a water craft.

The air is chilled, but there's no salty tang. He's warm and feels as if he's enveloped in a blanket. After a few moments of trying to get his bearings, he leaves what appears to be a bed in a...medical type room. A search of his person turns up his cellphone, his notebook, pen and... another communications device. He takes a few seconds to appraise it before opening to use the item.]

Hello. I'm not sure whom I'm addressing, but my name is Ignis Scientia. As I appear to be new to this place and there are others here as well, I would like to know where I am and what is going on.

[The look on his face says that if you waste his time, he will hang up on you.]

Also, if anyone knows the whereabouts of Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia or Noctis Caelum, I would appreciate being told.

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Yeah, well... why wouldn't he? She's the Oracle and I'm the Chosen King. We're in his way.

[He was fine with having a target on his back, but Luna... he didn't want to have to face losing her again. He didn't want her to die here after she'd already gone through it once. In a way, he was dodging the truth while still telling bits and pieces and it felt so foreign to him. Ignis was his counsel. He should be able to tell him anything, and yet he was afraid of telling him the cost their fight in Altissia took on Ignis personally.]

This place is kind of weird and it's hard to explain but... what do you remember back home? The last thing you remember.

[If he could hear that, maybe it would help him decide what to say to Ignis. As it stood, he wasn't about to tell him over the network like this.]

Perhaps, but we knew that before. You sound a little more...urgent.

[AKA you are behaving abnormally. Explain yourself or fix it right away. Either way, you now have Ignis watching you for any more unusual behavior.]

What I remember was joining Cid on your father's ship as we left Cor, Iris and Talcott in Caem.

[There is an itch telling him something is very wrong with Noctis and it has nothing to do with Ardyn Izunia. Not really.]

Why?

[Noctis just casually dodges the first question, going on with his line of inquiry instead.]

Right. The reason I ask is that sometimes this place can be a bit weird, I've heard. The last thing I remember was us getting to Altissia and going through getting the Hydrean's blessing.

[That was the most succinct way he could put things without talking about all the horrible things that happened as a result of facing the Hydrean. He might get a lecture later about keeping secrets but he was willing to face it for the moment.]

If you want me to go into details it'll have to be in person, though. It's a long story.

[He's seen what you've done and he won't press the issue, but he won't forget either. You'll be talking about this. Soon.]

Then that would make three of the gods that you've managed to complete the trials for.

[Even if Titan didn't go as smoothly as they'd've liked. However, he's knows there's more than to the story because Noctis is terrible at keeping secrets from him. And he's been acting strangely this entire time.]

I want them. All of them.

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Yeah. Leviathan made a mess of the city too. But, uh, we got out of it alive so there's that.

[The boys did, anyway.]

Sure, but let's find you some coffee strong enough for you to actually enjoy it first, before I go sitting you down to play catch up.

[He was trying to make a sarcastic joke but it felt forced, even to him. He was trying to push humor into the conversation to cover up how utterly tired and devastated he was at the prospect of telling Ignis everything. He didn't like lying and he didn't like dodging him. Ignis was one of his brothers and he trusted him with his life, and yet he couldn't tell him utterly he'd failed him and allowed him to get hurt. He knew Ignis would say something along the lines of 'sacrifices for the greater good' and he didn't want to hear it.]

I can imagine. I doubt the Empire allowed it to go smoothly.

[Little does he know, but he can guess.

However, that comment about coffee is a little off-putting.]

It doesn't have to be Ebony, Noctis, but there is some sort of coffee around here.

[What do you mean there's no coffee? WHERE'S THE COFFEE GONE?! (He'll make do with a bastardized version even.)]

And that has nothing to do with the fact that you have to play "catch up" at all.

Well, it's like I said - this place is weird. Sometimes people remember things differently or not at all. Something to do with the ones pulling the strings. Like it's some kind of magic or something. It's like nothing I've ever heard of.

[Hence the 'catch up']

So, while you remember certain things, those things happened days ago for me.

[Sighing, he runs his fingers through his bangs. He's terrible at this kind of detailed explanation type stuff.]

So it's like that. You'd probably feel better hearing everything that you don't know about with coffee in front of you and with me sitting face face instead of on these things.

Noct. You sound as if you've been here longer than a week. Is there someone specifically you've been talking to about the way this place works?

[Or is this personal experience? If so, there are questions to be answered.]

When you say days, are you talking about the days here or back on Eos? [He looks at his friend's face on the small screen and shakes his head.] On second thought, I suppose the answer to that question can wait until we are face to face.

Yeah. Not trying to hide it or anything, it's just kind of a lot to take in at once. I've been here a little over a week. I got a bunch of questions answered when I got here, like you are now.

[Casually just going to shove his hands into his pockets while he tries to suss out what else they can discuss about this. He's probably getting tons of info. Everyone here was friendly in that regard.]

There is logic in trying to temper the amount of information that is parcelled out at one time. Especially since it appears to be of a personal nature.

[Ignis doesn't really see the need to spread any personal information whatsoever on this broadcasting network. They aren't entitled to anything about him, television program for space peoples or not.]

The rest of my questions can wait for our discussion in private.

Recipe #001 - Arrival

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