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Who: Bariyan e Kodhi
Broadcast: Whole network | Voice
Action: The Marsiva
When: March 17th or whenever's convenient honestly

Broadcast:

[ Bariyan's voice is low, scratchy, and calm. He's got one simple not-at-all cryptic question: ]

Who here should I watch out for?

Action:

Bariyan's awakening is objectively boring: he'd opened his eyes, gotten out of his bunk, and stared in silence as he'd tried to absorb recent events. And recent knowledge. Then, after some sense of reality had settled back in, he'd merely skulked about the deck until he found... something.

It was black. Mostly. It looked a bit like a cart. At the same time, it looked like nothing Bariyan had ever encountered before.

By the powers of Bariyan's torpid mind and his augment combined, he eventually came to the conclusion that he could walk on it.

It's a treadmill.

He's been walking on it for almost an hour now, arms crossed, shoulders hunched, expression stormy. Looking for all the world like he's trying to storm off somewhere, and getting absolutely nowhere.

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And generally in the habit of ripping peoples' hearts out?

That's what I've heard... I'm the only one here, so far, but who knows?

[ Bariyan answers that with a non-commital "hm". ]

What did you do to provoke that?

[how do you say "stabbed him in the backstory" without making yourself look bad?]

Accidentally hit a nerve I didn't know he had. Otherwise, it's a long story.

Are you really going to leave a man hanging like that? [ RAISED EYEBROW. And a voice full of skepticism to go with it. ] That sounds like a good story.

No, no... [he very much does not want to get into it. why did he bring it up? that's what he gets for being impulsive.] I've got much better stories than that one.

I can't imagine-- [ Bariyan cuts himself off there, shakes his head to himself, and starts determinedly on a new tack on the conversation. ] Maybe you could tell me one in person. I'm not fond of talking through this... thing.

[ He reaches behind his ear and taps at the augment bump. It's just beneath his skin, and that makes said skin crawl. ]

Oh, I'd love to. I'm not a fan of it either.

You've got to get off of that ship first, though. You can contact me when you've been shuffled off to to whatever ship they think you deserve.

Right. And who should I ask for, when that time comes?

Robin. Like the bird.

I'll give you my personal frequency.

[which he does. horray.]

All right. I'm Bariyan. Er.... [ FUMBLING MENTALLY to figure out how to exchange personal frequencies. uh... let's just... give that a try.... ] Did I do that right?

It... Looks like it. [there, um, VAGUELY IMPLIED SUCCESS how about that.] Yeah, there it is. Nice to meet you, Bariyan.