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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.
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We've been looking out for one another. [As they do.]
The Starstruck... I don't know anyone there yet. I am on the Heron and Morgan is on the Caprine. The most likely meeting place would be the Iskault. It's the second largest ship in the Fleet and has most of the shops that we can frequent.
[Her face falls when he mentions her mother. She still is ashamed of herself for what she nearly did without talking to either Robin or Chrom first. She nearly invalidated her brother's existence!]
Mother isn't here as far as I know. It's just us.
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[She's been through enough.]
The Iskaulit, huh... I think I know which one you're talking about. We can meet there as soon as I, er, figure out how to get off the ship.
[He sees her face fall, and he flinches like he wants to reach out and grab her shoulders. But all he can do is stroke the cool metal and plastic of the device in his hands. He suddenly hates these things, irrational as it might be, because he just wants to hold his baby girl.]
... I'm sorry I didn't bring her home yet. The only way I can make up for it is by bringing you two home with me this time. I'm going to do it, all right? That's a promise.
[The next time something tries to kidnap him while he's trying to bring his wife home, he'll punch that thing in the freaking face.]
I imagine she's having a scare of her own right now. I was talking to her, and that's the last thing I remember...