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[sandywolf]

Who: Randolph Lyall and YOU!
Broadcast: Network - unfiltered for the Marsiva
Action: Waking up on the Marsiva - shuffle to SS Heron
When: Immediately after arrival, since he made it just before the shuffle


[Video]

[If you are used to seeing people waking up belligerent and demanding answers, dear viewers, you might get a little disappointed at how anti-climatic this one is.

Probably because Lyall spent about ten minutes pretending to sleep while sniffing around once he realized he wasn't where he was supposed to be. So when he 'wakes up', he simply opens his eyes and slowly sits up, looking around with mild interest.

He quickly and silently asses his state - no injuries, he's wearing clothing. He's feeling a little groggy, as if waking up from a full moon night, but if he were he'd be locked up and decidedly more naked.

Then, suddenly he blinks even though nothing noticeable happened on the screen, and stands up to walk to the camera, looking up at it.]

If this is transmitting, might someone tell me how to get in contact with Lord Falmouth? It's urgent.

[Action - Marsiva]

[Among the people freaking out and those being extremely enthusiastic, the one thing that might make Lyall stand out even though he wishes he weren't is his attitude. He isn't walking around in a rage demanding answers or being scared of what is happening, but simply taking advantage of the food, drinks and sleep options presented to them.

Not all food options are satisfactory, though. You might find him sighing slightly as he delicately eats the pieces of raw meat he's been given.]

I hate to be a bother, but do you think they might have fish instead?


Action - SS Heron]

[Well, that transfer was... unsettling. Immediately upon arrival, Lyall sniffs the air quickly, and... frowns. No, this doesn't smell right either.]

I'm terribly sorry, but I am afraid I will not be able to stay among you for very long.

Comments

[Action] Marsiva

[sandywolf]

I do, yes. Like most werewolves.

[There's no need for now to tell that even among werewolves, his nose is known for being extremely sharp.]

I'm afraid, though, that I do not know what 'space' smells like.

[fightorflug]

"Ah, werewolf. Yes, I am familiar."

[Although that brings into a question a lot of how a were-creature even worked in space. What would happen if a werewolf were to be on an actual moon? Would they simply explode? What if there multiple moons? Do they transform into extra forms? What component was it that triggered them? Hm. Perhaps it was more psychological.]

"Nor do I, but I imagine it wouldn't smell much like more organic locations. If you detect the absence or dirt, or weather conditions, maybe we could at least rule out being inside a building running a simulation of space? Sometimes it's what you don't find, that offers the bigger clue."

[sandywolf]

[Lyall is asking himself those same questions - although not, maybe he exploding one. But he knows another werewolf who's made it four months here so presumably it works, somehow.

And the man's suggestion is actually pretty sensible.]

That's true enough. And you're correct. I can't smell any of the scents I would associate with a city, or the countryside. No human presence apart from us. Mechanical parts, oil, chemicals of some kind, yes. But no trees, or animals.

[fightorflug]

"Hmm, that is a problem."

[They can't simply break a wall down if there really is a vacuum outside. At least the man at listened; sometimes it felt like pulling teeth to get anyone to go along with his musings.]

"We can't use brute force if puncturing the outside takes away our oxygen supply. Tell me, err--?"

[He probably should have started this conversation with asking for names.]

"Have you ever been held in captivity, before?"

[sandywolf]

[That question will bring a small smile to Lyall's face.]

I have, but only for small periods of time and voluntarily. Werewolves confine themselves during full moon to make sure they will not hurt others.

[fightorflug]

"Ah, yes. Moral code and all that."

[Unfortunately, consensual confinement isn't quite the answer he was looking for. Flug rests his chin in his hands puffing a sigh.]

"Well, not a lot of good that does us, at the moment."

[Getting out of here was going to be harder than he thought.]

[sandywolf]

Not exactly, no.

That being said, we aren't exactly being mistreated, if we discount our freedom being restricted for now. Observation might be in our advantage at the moment.

[In any case, his Alpha told him to stay put until he'd be transferred so that's what he intends to do.]

[fightorflug]

[Flug suppresses the urge to "Bah" at the comment on mistreatment, with a light scoff instead. Somehow it was worse that they weren't being. He glances to the other captive and then nods in agreement.]

"And we'll want to use every advantage we have at our disposal."

[sandywolf]

That is a sound tactic. It might be easier once we are transferred off and better able to communicate with people who have been here longer. Surely they can explain why they have not escaped.