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[volatilise]

Who: briony vincent
Broadcast: anyone. come at me.
Action: marsiva
When: 4/5, afternoon

[ None of this seems possible. In fact, it all seems like some crazy dream, maybe someone drugged her. But when pinching herself doesn't do more than leave her arm red and sore, Briony starts to wonder if maybe being drugged would be preferable to what is apparently reality. The really weird part is how much of it all makes sense to her. Space, the ships, how to work these weird machines... And she's never been much of a fan of science-fiction, either.

So she's communicating with folks now by use of those nifty communication stations, at least trying to look proper and like she doesn't want to throttle someone. ]

Alright, well...I don't quite know what I'm doing here, and I know someone's going to want to explain that, but you really don't have to do that because, well, I don't really care-- sorry.

[ She is so not sorry. ]

And I'd just rather know how to leave peacefully because I don't think anyone wants there to be trouble, right?

[ She looks like she's looking for something in a purse. Unfortunately, when she does pull out what she seemed to be looking for (a book), absolutely nothing happens. Thaaaat'll put a damper on things.

Just not her temper. ]

Oh, what-- this shit isn't funny at all!

[ Cutting the feed then. If any Marsiva folks are around, feel free to make fun of her. Or just watch out so you don't get hit by the book she's tossing behind herself with absolutely no thought given to who is around. ]

Comments

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[puro]

I am afraid, for the time being, there is no way out of here.

We are working on it, though.

Video

[volatilise]

Working on it, huh? How's that going?

[ She sounds...uh, skeptical. ]

[puro]

Noooot as well as we want.

[volatilise]

So...no progress?

[puro]

Not yet. No.

[volatilise]

Fucking stellar. Anything else going on, then?

[puro]

Right now? No. We're between planets.

[volatilise]

[ She barks out a sort of disbelieving laugh. ]

Right, must've slipped my mind. Between planets.

[ And, after a few seconds of very quiet and panicked cursing: ]

So, I'm just here, very, very high up, and this is...completely normal?

[puro]

Sorry. It's...difficult to adjust to.

You're in space, part of a moving pict- sorry a television show called Drift Fleet. Apparently we're here for entertainment.

Don't worry, you'll be moved onto a ship before long, a smaller one, with people on it.

[volatilise]

Yeah, yeah, you're goddamn right, it's difficult to adjust to.

[ She is...less apologetic. Sorry. ]

...they at least paying us for this?

[puro]

Oh yes. Depending on how many ratings we get. The more we get, the more we get paid.

[volatilise]

And by ratings, you mean...?

[ She isn't familiar with television...oops. ]

[puro]

People watch us, on these little screens. If we're entertaining, we earn ratings, which means we get money?

[It's ok, he only vaugely gets it himself.]

I don't understand it very well, I'm afraid.

[volatilise]

So they're watching us...all the time?

[ Oh my god, is she going to have to shower fully clothed...... ]

That's just great.

[puro]

From what I can tell? Yeah.

I don't know how they're doing it, though.

[volatilise]

I'll just go with "shit I don't understand" and leave it there.

[puro]

That's...probably for the best. Sorry I don't have the answers you want.

[volatilise]

Not like it's your fault.

[ That's as close as she'll get to a "you're fine, man." ]

[puro]

[He will take what he can get. ]

No, but I'm still sorry, all the same.

[volatilise]

Stop, stop. I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me.

[puro]

[A pause.]

...Ah, duly noted?

[volatilise]

Good, good.