driftfleet | (no subject)

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.

Threaded | Flat

Koltira's been wandering the halls of the Marsiva for hours now, wary and confused. On the one hand, he's not screaming beneath the Undercity. On the other hand, where is he?

Interstellar travel is not a foreign concept; he's been to the Outlands, he's heard tell of draenei and their vast spaceships. Floating among the stars isn't the difficult concept here. But everything else -- the broadcasts, the foreign knowledge swimming in his memory, the amenities of the ship -- was inexplicable.

As is this man he's come across. A man with no pulse, no heartbeat, and the dark hiss of necromancy clinging to his body. A man with stitches on his neck.

"What are you doing?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

Exercise doesn't benefit the dead.

I guess I did get my heart ripped out by somebody the other day.

[...says a thoughtful, charming voice from over the network. mostly unhelpfully.]

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