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Who: Billy Cranston
Broadcast: Network, video
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Mid-day, about now

[Upon waking, Billy immediately reached for the bedside table as a matter of habit. There he encountered his glasses, his wrist communicator, and an unfamiliar computer-like device. Once the glasses were in place, it became apparent that his surroundings were unfamiliar. Worse, the most important of his personal effects, the silver buckle that granted him protection, was conspicuously absent. And wort of all, his personal communicator found no signal. His captors weren't precisely imitating Lord Zedd's style (he'd expect more fog and evil laughter, and possibly bruises), but the need for caution was abundantly clear.

Once he'd thoroughly rumpled the bedside area in a panic, calmed himself with a breathing exercise, and mostly brought himself up to speed on the strange computer sitting beside him, he activated it, putting considerable effort into sounding less frightened than he was.]

If I've been given this device, I have to assume there are many more...esteemed guests of our hosts. How are you enjoying your stay?

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[Khadgar, at the moment, is in his room on the Twin Roses, practicing summoning a water familiar as he absently picks up his own communicator, his eyes glowing blue briefly. His attempts are.... currently a disappointment, the creature appearing barely above ankle height. He banishes it with a sigh before turning his attention fully tothe communicator. And looking a little bashful.]

Sorry, I didn't realize I'd turned it on when I grabbed it. [Must be a force a habit by now.]

I wouldn't say my stay has been awful. It has been interesting but I'm hoping to find a way to get away from Atroma.

[He stares at the spot where that familiar was for a few seconds. Wow. Now that was...something he'd sort of seen before, but in a more threatening context. He'd have to save his questions for later.]

Would Atroma be our hosts?

You could say that. [Haha. Hosts. Kidnappers. It works.]

They're the ones in charge of this, ah, reality show that we're all now a part of. [They don't have television where he comes from so excuse the knitted brows.]

Reality show.

[Such things don't exist so readily in the public consciousness in 1994, so he can only guess]

We're on television? That's...unsettling.

Television, we don't have anything like that on Azeroth but the idea of people seeing my day-to-day life as entertainment- unsettling is one word.

[Invasive. Rude. He could fling a number of words out.]

...you might not be missing very much, especially if this kind of program's anything like what I'm assuming. But we're on the other side of the screen now.

Is your ship treating you well?

I wouldn't have the time anyway, too much work to do.

{He glances around, as if it will let him see beyond his room.]

It's alright. Twin Roses was recently fused so I have to get used to having two captains. And the fact that they're both terrible people. [There might be a little smile there, trying to take away the possible sting of the comment. Kitty and Vash aren't bad.] You're welcome to visit once you get shuffled off the Marsiva.

Assigned to work on one of the fleet's ships?

[He's fairly sure he can handle that, even without the strange alteration to his brain.]

Thank you, I'll take you up on it. And hope I can get along with my captain. Or captains, I suppose.