driftfleet | [Video] [From the Marivisa] [Public to the Fleet]

[The first angle you see of the phone screen is, strangely enough, looking up at one of the ceilings of the Marivisa. Out of the corner of the screen, you can the edge of a shelf, or perhaps a desk. Slowly peering over the edge, you can see a small, Baroque style clock.

Which has eyes. And a mouth. And it's two hands twitch on the side of his small mechanical face like whiskers. You cannot believe you can make this out, but yes, it does in fact look like the clock is scowling downwards.

Then sighing. Rather dramatically, at that. Then the clock disappears. There is the sound of wood scuffling across metal, then a 'Careful Cogsworth, careful waaaugh!', and the sound of a crash as something wooden slips off of something plastic and then down to something hard. Like the metal floor.

After a moment, the phone is tilted back up into the clock's face, and it growls at all of you in an impossibly posh British accent.]

I don't know where I am. I don't know where this is. I don't know what is happening. But whatever It is? It is somehow Lumiere's fault!

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Yes, well. Just watch your derriere, mademoiselle. He's been known to pinch. And I don't mean items.

[Lumiere was only a thief of hearts, alas and alack.] Well That is good to hear. Somewhere ought to be Civilized.

[Bringing up his round little body, he bows.] My apologies, an introduction is necessary. I am Cogsworth, the Steward of the Castle.

[Oh! Well...]

I'll be on guard.

[She smiles and dips her head politely.] Pleased to meet you Cogsworth. I'm Ezri Dax, lieutenant in Starfleet and a counselor.

A pleasure to meet you, Lady Ezri Dax.

[Another bow, before he frowned briefly.]

What ... is Starfleet and what is a counselor?

Oh- Oh, please. Just Ezri is fine.

[Lumiere's been curious too.]

Starfleet is a deep space exploration and defense organization for the United Federation of Planets.

Ezri - such a pretty name! And you must call me Cogsworth --

[Another moment, another pause.]

I see! Well, that sounds very well organized. I approve.

[One longer pause.]

... what is the United Federation of Planets?

I'm glad to hear it. My brother always just called me Zee. It's nice to meet you though, Cogsworth.

[He would like Starfleet.]

It's a... [how to explain it well?] It's an interstellar republic, made of of various planets with the united goal of universal liberty, equality, trade, exploration, scientific advancement, peace, and mutual protection.

Gracious, whatever for? Your name is so brief and sweet regardless.

[Another bow, before he perked.]

Well that sounds like an excellent, and organized organization.

Brother like to give nicknames, I guess?

[She had never minded.]

I like to think it is. It's lasted for over two centuries now.

Brothers are so odd that way...

[He looks practically starry-eyed.]

Two centuries of order and organization to the universe -- I could scarcely dream such a thing was possible.

Unfortunately, it's not the entire universe, just about eight thousand lightyears and a hundred or so planets. We've actually been forced into a couple wars in that time.

Gracious me! Still, a hundred or so planets? That is not anything to sneeze at. More than just one small blue one.

We have been working at it for some time. The number of planets starts to build up over the years.

My, that's an accomplishment. I think of myself ahead of the game when we've gotten one wing of the house completely cleansed.

Sounds like you'd make a fine Starfleet officer then.

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