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driftfleet2018-05-12 04:27 pm
knightexalt) wrote in driftfleet2018-05-12 04:27 pm
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is this thing on
Who: Chrom and whoever!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Starstruck
When: After shuffle
[action; Starstruck]
[Like all new passengers, Chrom appears quite suddenly, this time while he'd been leaning against something. He yelps, stumbles, and proceeds not only to knock over a chair but also the table with the pudding on it. Two seconds on his new ship and he's already breaking everything in sight. Great.
He dusts off the confetti as best he can and tries to step out of the mess.]
Ah, sorry! I'll clean that up!
[Still no sword. He's going to have to ask about that. He carefully pulls the furniture back upright and wonders where he might find a mop...
Wait. He should figure out where he is first.]
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[video; open to all]
[Later on, after he's settled in and figured out how to (mostly) function, he decides to try out the communicator. His 'job' on here is supposed to be a communications officer, whatever that means. He's surprised to find that the communication devices are familiar to him-- but maybe he shouldn't be. Something to do with whatever they did to him.
He takes a breath and steadies himself, then begins to broadcast. He's in a recognizably-plain officer's quarters, as he hasn't been around here long enough to personalize it yet.]
Hello everyone. I'm... assuming there's more people out there, since there are a lot of ships outside the window. [Ahem.] My name is Chrom. It's nice to meet you all, I just wish it were under better circumstances.
I got here a few days ago but I can't say this makes any more sense the longer I'm here. Mysterious, all-powerful captors? Stuff in our heads that wasn't there before? Floating in the stars? It's a little hard to swallow.
[He can't be the only one here with family he's worried about.]
It might be a long shot, but I have to ask: is there any way to check up on people at home? [His family, his people, his country needs him, but he can't do anything about his position right now. As always he hears the voice of reason as Emm, gentle and calming.] ... I need to make sure they're okay.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Starstruck
When: After shuffle
[action; Starstruck]
[Like all new passengers, Chrom appears quite suddenly, this time while he'd been leaning against something. He yelps, stumbles, and proceeds not only to knock over a chair but also the table with the pudding on it. Two seconds on his new ship and he's already breaking everything in sight. Great.
He dusts off the confetti as best he can and tries to step out of the mess.]
Ah, sorry! I'll clean that up!
[Still no sword. He's going to have to ask about that. He carefully pulls the furniture back upright and wonders where he might find a mop...
Wait. He should figure out where he is first.]
-----
[video; open to all]
[Later on, after he's settled in and figured out how to (mostly) function, he decides to try out the communicator. His 'job' on here is supposed to be a communications officer, whatever that means. He's surprised to find that the communication devices are familiar to him-- but maybe he shouldn't be. Something to do with whatever they did to him.
He takes a breath and steadies himself, then begins to broadcast. He's in a recognizably-plain officer's quarters, as he hasn't been around here long enough to personalize it yet.]
Hello everyone. I'm... assuming there's more people out there, since there are a lot of ships outside the window. [Ahem.] My name is Chrom. It's nice to meet you all, I just wish it were under better circumstances.
I got here a few days ago but I can't say this makes any more sense the longer I'm here. Mysterious, all-powerful captors? Stuff in our heads that wasn't there before? Floating in the stars? It's a little hard to swallow.
[He can't be the only one here with family he's worried about.]
It might be a long shot, but I have to ask: is there any way to check up on people at home? [His family, his people, his country needs him, but he can't do anything about his position right now. As always he hears the voice of reason as Emm, gentle and calming.] ... I need to make sure they're okay.
Bridge
Hey. Welcome to the Startstruck.
no subject
Ah, thanks! Sorry about the mess. I'm Chrom. I think I'm your new communications officer, though I confess I'm still not entirely sure what I'm doing...
Is this one of the ships I saw outside, then?
no subject
[She takes another sip from her coffee, then sets it on the console and stands, walking over and crossing her arms - prosthetic over flesh - and while she's not necessarily trying to be intimidating, she's not exactly exuuding a 'puppies and rainbows' kind of vibe.]
Comms officer, huh? [She holds out her right hand - the flesh one - in greeting.] Pilot. I make sure we don't crash, although most of the time these things are just fine on auto.