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driftfleet2015-03-21 07:13 pm
dadlife) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-21 07:13 pm
first shot [video]
Who: Joel and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: 3/21
[The video is... a little awkward at first, but he's not not really used to using technology of this caliber even if he knows what this shit is and already had an idea before the augment helped. He's in a civilian room, presumably his own at this point.
The man on the video looks suspicious, maybe even angry. He's got an intimidating air about him, as if this is just how he is in day-to-day life. Every word he says sounds almost like it's spit. He is clearly unhappy about the circumstance under which he is here.]
Now, I reckon the people in this "fleet" would know the answer to this question. I'm lookin' for a little girl, about 14, with red hair and an attitude. Her name's Ellie. I'm on the--[he makes a face, like he doesn't think this could all possibly be real.]--the Paisley. If you know where she is, tell me.
[Something in his tone says he hopes she isn't, though.
[He doesn't feel the need to give his name just yet. Instead, he goes to turn the feed off, and it takes him a moment longer than others might need to figure out what he's doing before he manages to get it turned off.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: 3/21
[The video is... a little awkward at first, but he's not not really used to using technology of this caliber even if he knows what this shit is and already had an idea before the augment helped. He's in a civilian room, presumably his own at this point.
The man on the video looks suspicious, maybe even angry. He's got an intimidating air about him, as if this is just how he is in day-to-day life. Every word he says sounds almost like it's spit. He is clearly unhappy about the circumstance under which he is here.]
Now, I reckon the people in this "fleet" would know the answer to this question. I'm lookin' for a little girl, about 14, with red hair and an attitude. Her name's Ellie. I'm on the--[he makes a face, like he doesn't think this could all possibly be real.]--the Paisley. If you know where she is, tell me.
[Something in his tone says he hopes she isn't, though.
[He doesn't feel the need to give his name just yet. Instead, he goes to turn the feed off, and it takes him a moment longer than others might need to figure out what he's doing before he manages to get it turned off.]
action;
[she was talking to you, joel. she said she would introduce herself. she's sentient, intelligent, not infected. she's not an enemy. this isn't home.
[it takes him a second to swallow and close his eyes, taking in a deep breath.]
... Sorry. Not used to... [a shallow, empty gesture of his hand.] ... this.
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I understand. If I did not have this 'augment' I would likely not comprehend any of what is going on. [ but that's neither here nor there. ] At any rate, I said I would introduce myself properly, given that we are now shipmates, so...
[ the dark elf steps back enough to bow, wisps of white falling over her shoulders with the motion. ] I am Lioriley, the resident - [ a beat as she raises herself back up, nose crinkled as she says: ] Lab support. An odd term for one specializing in healing, but I suppose it will suffice.
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[people do that still
[nobody's bowed to anybody in my presence in like 15 years what the hell
[no seriously joel looks like he is at a complete loss, trying to scramble for what he should do. he ends up just... tense.]
Lab support. Medic, then. [he nods, trying to make sense of this situation. he's talking to a very polite alien. what.]
Name's Joel, I'm... the personnel support.
[can you feel the irony of that statement]
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It is a pleasure, Joel, circumstances not withstanding. [ since he... really doesn't seem too pleased to be here at all. ] Do you find your new profession as 'personnel support' a suitable one?
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[oh and he has to snort at that last bit]
Right about the opposite of suitable.
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but anyway, the question about her abilities needs to be answered. ]
I possess magic capable of healing myself and others, and have been trained since my youth to use it to its full potential. Not to doubt the usefulness of the things we have been given, of course, but they seem more suited to only momentarily relieving any pain one may suffer here.
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but her continuing has his eyebrow raised.]
... You can use... magic.
[he does not sound even a little bit convinced.]
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you're a weird dude, joel. ]
I can show you, if you wish. [ the confines of the ship are cramped though, so all she can really do is a small display. she opens her hand, palm upward, and for a moment... nothing happens. but if joel actually bothers to look, he will see the lines on her skin surging with energy, focused on her fingers as a small ball of glowing golden light begins to form.
the ball itself is harmless, and she proves as much when she taps it lightly with her fingers - causing it to shift. convenient light sources! ]
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[and that is not natural, what the hell are you doing. he leans away, with a shocked and tense look on his face. he's very conscious of the things he says, and that's... why he isn't saying anything. what do you say to that?]
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Forgive me if I frightened you. That was not my intent.
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No, I--... This is all... real new.
[how do i be a badass texas dad in space this is not working]
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eventually she settles on: ]
Was your world vastly different from this? [ THATS NOT GOOD EITHER!!!! ]
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[god he is so tense.]
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I see. [ she doesn't. but joel's general demeanor reeks of 'i don't want to talk about this' and thus lioriley decides not to press further for the time being. ]
For what it is worth, even with the augment we were given upon arrival... I cannot say I am entirely familiar with most things here either. 'Tis something that will need to be learned properly. [ a beat. ] Since we are shipmates, perhaps we could learn together.
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... We'll see.
[joel stop being an ASSHOLE]
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I look forward to it.
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... Right... If you need me, I'll be... in here.
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You have been outside of your room, yes?
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[he's kind of motioning, making the point with his hand raised, and he steps back from the door, letting it... close...]
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