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driftfleet2017-12-11 09:36 am
scanninggaydis) wrote in driftfleet2017-12-11 09:36 am
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Who: Felix Gaeta
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: The Vanquish
When: Morning/Afternoon of the 11th
Action
[Somewhere in the late morning today, there's a new face roaming the Vanquish. Or...a new-ish face? In any event, there's a teenage boy where there was not previously a teenage boy. No fanfare, no pudding, just a new body. It's not the right time for new crew-mates anyway, so that's strange too.
Felix is definitely cautious as he wanders around. He's not...look, he's not going to cry, he's too old to do that. Even if he is suddenly in a spaceship with no memory of how he got here. The signs definitely point to something not good happening. His posture is tight. Ready to defend himself or probably....probably just run. Not really the scrappiest of fighters, Felix.
When he comes across his first person, his posture gets even tenser. Maybe he just passed into a new room, maybe someone walked into the room he's currently in. He freezes for a long moment, barely breathing.
Assuming they don't immediately attack him - because why would you?? - he lets out a deep breath. Still tense, still scared. But gods, he needs to figure out what's happened to him.]
...Are you... [He really doesn't know what he wants to ask, this situation is weird.] ...I'm not supposed to be here.
[So. Not a question, then. But pretty much the best he can do under the circumstances.]
[Later, when he's at least had things explained to him, he's a little less cautious and a little more curious. He'll definitely be poking around all the areas of the ship with determination. He's been on ships before, but not like this! Not a ship designed for long-term habitation. Not ships where he's gotten to be on the bridge or in the engine room. It's the small silver lining to being...here. Suddenly. If he sees anyone else, he smiles politely, if somewhat awkwardly.]
Hi! I'm, um. I'm Felix. [The way he says it makes it clear that he already knows how weird this is.] What's your role on the ship?
Video
[When the video feed turns on for this particular broadcast, the face on the screen belongs to a young man. Or at least, a kid who looks to be roughly in the latter half of his teen years.
He holds himself with a certain amount of nervous poise, his back a little bit too straight. His hands are clasped in front of him on the table. Public speaking is not...his best talent. But he has some questions! Or, a question, really.]
Uh...hi. My name is Felix. Gaeta. I guess some people here might...already know me? But as an adult. [He strays from that nervous posture just a little, enough to rub the back of his neck, looking off camera for a couple of seconds.] Which is really weird. I mean, it's kind of cool, too. In a way. Because I have no idea how someone would pull this off. Like, did they mess with my DNA somehow? I know that it shouldn't be possible for them to reverse aging this much...but then again I know how to fly an entire spaceship right now, I shouldn't really know how to do that. And the part where I don't remember being here, that's not a DNA thing at all....
[...He's getting distracted, this wasn't what he actually meant to say when he decided to address the Fleet. Right! His question!]
But, um, anyway. Back home, we definitely have the ability to travel in space, but as far as I know, no one has ever come across another populated system. Not even way back before the Colonies were founded. It's really cool that this fleet passes through so many different systems. I was wondering if people could tell me about the most interesting things or people they've encountered.
[He loosens up marginally as he keeps talking, getting into the idea of space and exploration. By the end, Felix is leaning forward a little, curious and engaged.]
Thanks. In advance.
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: The Vanquish
When: Morning/Afternoon of the 11th
Action
[Somewhere in the late morning today, there's a new face roaming the Vanquish. Or...a new-ish face? In any event, there's a teenage boy where there was not previously a teenage boy. No fanfare, no pudding, just a new body. It's not the right time for new crew-mates anyway, so that's strange too.
Felix is definitely cautious as he wanders around. He's not...look, he's not going to cry, he's too old to do that. Even if he is suddenly in a spaceship with no memory of how he got here. The signs definitely point to something not good happening. His posture is tight. Ready to defend himself or probably....probably just run. Not really the scrappiest of fighters, Felix.
When he comes across his first person, his posture gets even tenser. Maybe he just passed into a new room, maybe someone walked into the room he's currently in. He freezes for a long moment, barely breathing.
Assuming they don't immediately attack him - because why would you?? - he lets out a deep breath. Still tense, still scared. But gods, he needs to figure out what's happened to him.]
...Are you... [He really doesn't know what he wants to ask, this situation is weird.] ...I'm not supposed to be here.
[So. Not a question, then. But pretty much the best he can do under the circumstances.]
[Later, when he's at least had things explained to him, he's a little less cautious and a little more curious. He'll definitely be poking around all the areas of the ship with determination. He's been on ships before, but not like this! Not a ship designed for long-term habitation. Not ships where he's gotten to be on the bridge or in the engine room. It's the small silver lining to being...here. Suddenly. If he sees anyone else, he smiles politely, if somewhat awkwardly.]
Hi! I'm, um. I'm Felix. [The way he says it makes it clear that he already knows how weird this is.] What's your role on the ship?
Video
[When the video feed turns on for this particular broadcast, the face on the screen belongs to a young man. Or at least, a kid who looks to be roughly in the latter half of his teen years.
He holds himself with a certain amount of nervous poise, his back a little bit too straight. His hands are clasped in front of him on the table. Public speaking is not...his best talent. But he has some questions! Or, a question, really.]
Uh...hi. My name is Felix. Gaeta. I guess some people here might...already know me? But as an adult. [He strays from that nervous posture just a little, enough to rub the back of his neck, looking off camera for a couple of seconds.] Which is really weird. I mean, it's kind of cool, too. In a way. Because I have no idea how someone would pull this off. Like, did they mess with my DNA somehow? I know that it shouldn't be possible for them to reverse aging this much...but then again I know how to fly an entire spaceship right now, I shouldn't really know how to do that. And the part where I don't remember being here, that's not a DNA thing at all....
[...He's getting distracted, this wasn't what he actually meant to say when he decided to address the Fleet. Right! His question!]
But, um, anyway. Back home, we definitely have the ability to travel in space, but as far as I know, no one has ever come across another populated system. Not even way back before the Colonies were founded. It's really cool that this fleet passes through so many different systems. I was wondering if people could tell me about the most interesting things or people they've encountered.
[He loosens up marginally as he keeps talking, getting into the idea of space and exploration. By the end, Felix is leaning forward a little, curious and engaged.]
Thanks. In advance.
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It's all right. It's Natasha, though.
[She taps the dash smiling a little herself at his reaction.]
It's not exactly what I'm used to, but it's close enough not to be strange. Besides, I've been doing it a while here.
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[He is a child of many questions. It's generally something he tries to rein in on a day-to-day basis but...Natasha doesn't seem annoyed. Yet.]
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About a year and a half. Depending on how you count a year and a half.
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But that's not a standard response, and makes him tip his head to one side.]
How do you count it?
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No one has specifically mentioned Earth to him yet. Sorry Natasha.]
You're from Earth?
[He'd argue that Earth is completely supposed to be a myth, but he's currently a younger version of himself so....clearly...the improbable or impossible can happen.]
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Sorry. Um, Earth's sort of a legend where I'm from. Well, not a legend...there are religious texts that say it exists, but it's not really something that I've ever thought of as real.
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A lot of them from Earth.
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[Even little Felix is interested in patterns. Who wouldn't be?]
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[There's no way it's just chance.]
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[He glances out the windows of the bridge as he thinks.]
I guess.....if it's a show, then maybe the people watching just like seeing people from Earth?
[There's a certain amount of skepticism in his voice. It is an answer. But the answer? He's not sure.]
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Alternatively, it might be due to the way there seem to be... clusters of people? Casts from the same world. It happens more often than you'd expect if things were random. It might have something to do with that...
Maybe we're more drama, somehow.
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[If any of this makes sense.]
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[That actually makes Felix smile, even though it's very small.]
I should...probably let you get back to what you were doing. [The way he smiles now says he knows he's inclined to ask too many questions sometimes.] It was nice to meet you, though.
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[She inclines her head a little, nodding a goodbye.]