driftfleet | 01 ❀

Who: Elize Lutus
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Marsiva newcomers only
When: 4/5 - 4/10 (until the next shuffle)

[ The broadcast shows a small, brown blonde-haired girl in a dress of various shades of purple and adorned with ribbons and frills. She looks young, probably only about eleven or twelve.

How she has an understanding to working the communicator console and any other knowledge implanted into her mind is on the bottom of her concerns at the moment. The most important thing right now for her is finding her best friend, Teepo. One moment, she was chasing an Exodus agent and suddenly she found herself waking up in space. ]

Give him back...

[ Elize is tearful and shaken up, clearly distraught. Although she's trying to sound demanding (though it's starting to sound more like begging or desperate pleading from her), she's also dreadfully shy, unable to look directly at the feed for a long period of time.

Her arms feel empty without her stuffed doll in her arms. There's nothing for her to hold on to for security, having her resort to anxiously clasping her hands and looking side to side nervously. Her staff is gone too, which makes her feel even more vulnerable. ]

Please give me back my friend, Teepo. I need him. I can't... I can't...

[ Trailing off, she's unable to finish her sentence as she tries to speak in between sobs and sniffles. Luckily, her crying isn't loud and annoying. Just soft sobs. She could have asked different questions, like why is she here? Where is this place? But no, she needs Teepo.

For anyone else on the Marsiva, she can be found quietly huddled up into a ball off to the side, a corner, or anywhere she thinks she can be away from others. ]

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[ She nods glumly. She'll try to be patient. Last thing she remembers back home though, there was a bit of trouble.

...A distraction for her is a good idea. ]

Get to know one another? [ Oh, that's what friends do, right? She likes making friends. She doesn't have many of those. ] Because we're friends now?

Er. That's right. [He and his brother used to play a game where they just asked endless questions, taking turns, but that got ridiculous since they knew one another. But it's the same idea.]

How old are you, Elize?

I turned twelve this year. [ Or well, the year it was back home. ]

Do you want to guess how old I am? [Because kids can be funny.]

Umm... [ She puts her hand on her chin, already looking in some seriously deep thought. This is like a quiz. Older than Alvin and younger than Rowen, maybe? ]

Do I get any hints?