driftfleet | my main goal is to blow up

Who: Lioriley && You!!! Wow!!!
Broadcast: Nay
Action: Blameless && The Iskaulit
When: Upon her arrival (1/26/18) and anytime thereafter.

I AM BLAMELESS (arrival)

[ Startled is a good word to describe the look on her face upon suddenly being ported onto the bridge of the Blameless. It takes her a solid ten seconds to fully register what's happening, and that standing there staring like a confused idiot probably isn't going to answer any questions she has.

And she has a lot of questions.

The first and foremost being where is she? Last she knew she was on the Marsiva, trying to go through all the knowledge that had suddenly been thrust upon her when she arrived. Now she was here, uncertain but slightly intrigued by the change in scenery. Eventually, she wills her legs to move forward and start down the hall, peeking into any doors that might be open and calling out. ]

Hello? [ Surely there must be someone here. Curiosity has her still walking aimlessly though, sometimes pressing buttons on doors just to see what they might do (they open the doors. amazing) because this is completely alien to her and it's incredible. ]

Iskaulit (various)

[ YEAH SO. Lioriley is a huge nerd. Huge nerds love books so as soon as she finds out there's a library you can bet that's where she's headed. Chances are high you will find her with a stack of books beside her, around her, or even on top of her because she has no self-control when it comes to devouring any and all knowledge she can get her hands on.

Alternatively, she might be at the Space Bar attempting to (politely) interrogate anyone willing to talk to her. Approaching with a smile and a light in her eyes that should not belong to anyone so unwillingly thrust into a new and odd situation so out of their element. ]

Good evening! [ She thinks it's evening? Uhh. How space work? ] You are a part of the Fleet, yes? Would you be so kind as to indulge me? I have only just arrived and I have — oh, far too many questions to ask at once, but if a few could be answered...

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Oh! [ She starts. The last 6 doors she opened produced nothing of interest, save for spare sleeping quarters, storage compartments, and whatever else she happened past. None of them had been occupied, and she was starting to think she was alone until right about now. ]

Thank you? [ The compliment is about as startling as someone popping up right in front of her. ] And hello. I — it is nice to meet you. I am sorry if I am ... intruding? [ being rude? Hello?? ]

[The markings, long white hair, and pointed ears really remind him of a certain space princess he used to have a massive crush on. Hence that little blurting out. Even if he's taken now, he can still appreciate someone's good looks, okay. Lance takes a step to the side so she can actually get out of the doorway and puts on a charming smile.]

Nah, you're not! Sorry, I um, I talk before I think sometimes. You're new on the Blameless, yeah?

[ Likewise, she steps to the opposite side to allow him plenty of room to move; her hands folded in front of her. ]

No need for apologies. [ It's not like he said anything bad. ] It would seem that I am. Quite startling, being brought aboard so suddenly. And it is quiet — I almost thought no one was here.

[ She smiles brightly, the lines across her cheeks alighting as she bows her head. ] My name is Lioriley. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you.

The ship was pretty quiet until recently. I think there were like, three of us last month, but it's starting to become more populated. Always a good thing, because quiet kind of sucks.

[Smile! Oh wow, her marks even glow.]

The name's Lance. Good to meet you too, Lioriley!

I see. Are such things common in the Fleet? People coming and going, that is.

[ All of this is weird. But like... good weird? Fascinating, if you ignore the whole kidnapping bit. ]

[He nods at that.]

Pretty often. Almost every week someone's showing up, or someone's leaving, so.. You never know, really. I say, make the best of your time here, yeah? It can be really fun.

Interesting. [ She mentally chides herself for not bringing a notebook or something to write all of these details down. Hopefully, she'll remember to do so later. ]

It is good to hear someone speaking so positively about their experiences here. What do you do for fun?

It hasn't been all fun and games here, and not all the planets we've visited have been...well... Safe or welcoming, but I think the good outweighs the bad.

[He knows that on the spectrum of attitudes among the fleeters, he's definitely more towards the optimistic side. For now, anyway.]

Oh, uh. I swim a lot at the Iskaulit, I go visit my friends on different ships, and if we're planetside I do everything I can on the planet.

[ The lines across her cheeks dim just slightly, a frown threatening to curve the corners of her lips down. She holds it back as best she can. ] Unfortunate. But I suppose given the multitude of worlds, it only makes sense some would be more unpleasant than others.

[ She notes the Iskaulit for later, planning to investigate it when she has the chance. ] Your friends — do you know any of them from your homeland? Or are they others that have been brought here as well? [ Or both. ]

If I've learned anything from my time in space, it's that. Even before here, I've been traveling through the universe. One planet could be super serene and peaceful, then the next, bam, you're being shot at every two seconds while rabid demon giraffes are trying to eat you.

[Still, he gives a chuckle.]

Both, actually. I've made new friends here that I didn't know before, but four of my buddies from back home are here, too. Don't know what I'd do without 'em.

Rabid demon giraffes...? [ It comes out as a question, but she probably doesn't actually want an answer. She doesn't know what giraffes are but she can fathom that when paired with 'rabid' and 'demon' they're not the pleasant sort. ]

Is it common for multiple people to be brought together? Or are you and your friends a rarity?

Well, giraffes where I come from are kind of...

[He tries miming a giraffe with his hands. Which doesn't work well, and he ends up just kind of flailing and making weird shapes.]

Okay, ignore that. They're basically four legged animals that are really tall and have super long necks. I think they're pretty chill? But on some planet we were on, they were...very, very unchill.

[Shudder.]

Hmmm... I mean, it's not uncommon. There's a bunch of people here who know each other from their home worlds, but a bunch of people who are by themselves, too. I don't think there's more of one or the other.

[ She stares at him, both fascinated and utterly confused by his description of giraffes. She'll uh — she'll look that up later. yeah. He does get a laugh out of her, though, if only for the drama of his description. Good work. ]

I see. Either way, it is good to hear that not everyone arrives alone. Such a situation can be... confusing, to say the least.

Then again, I suppose even being alone is not such a terrible thing, if we are greeted by those so willing to help. [ Looking at u lance. ]

It sure confused me when I got here. I don't know what I would've done if two of my teammates weren't already here. Things back home were a little...hectic back then.

[And they were just as bad the second time around. Still, that last part makes him smile.]

Hey, it's the least I can do, especially for a girl like you!

[ She's silently thankful that, for once, things back in her world aren't as crazy as they have been.

She tilts her head. ]

A girl like me? [ What does that even mean, lance? ]

You know. A really, super pretty girl like you!

[He gives her a charming smile, but pauses, and it turns to a sheepish one.]

Sorry, uh... Old habits die hard. I'm actually in a relationship now, but there's no harm in telling a pretty person that they're pretty, right?

[ She laughs. ]

No need to apologize. There is no harm in it. [ She can take a compliment without assuming he has some interest in her. They've only just met, after all. ]

Oh, good! You understand! Better than the... [He counts on his fingers.] ...Nine and counting aliens who smacked me when I called them pretty. Ten if you count being headbutted.

[He may be downplaying how pathetically cheesy said compliments/pick up lines were, granted....]

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