Princess "HBIC" Allura (
princessences) wrote in
driftfleet2018-08-12 09:57 pm
Entry tags:
broadcast + action
Who: Allura & YOU!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Tourist
When: August 10th - 15th
[ broadcast ★ video ★ 08/10 ]
[ The feed opens up on a bed with one new passenger. Except she's asleep and turning on the bed, which really makes bad television. She mumbles something to herself and dozes right back off, at least for a few more minutes. But when she finally does rouse, she stretches and yawns. It should look very ladylike but she might have some drool dried at the corner of her mouth.
Except it becomes very apparent to her right away that this isn't where she should be. Allura flails and jumps from the bed. ]
What--where is this? Where am I!?
[ Has she been...taken captive? But by whom? She rounds the room, casting a suspicious eye to her surroundings. But something catches her eye which brings her closer to the camera... ]
[ action ★ ss tourist bridge ★ 08/12 ]
[ Well, that was sufficiently embarrassing. Allura grits her teeth as she marches out of the room she awoke in. HS Marsiva? To have anyone play host and keep an ever watchful, ever prying gaze is unsettling, to say the least. She also rather doesn't fancy being some sort of captive or wayward traveler. There is much left to accomplish where she should be.
Fists clenched at her sides, she marches onward to find a different deck. When one of the automatic doors slides open, she nearly collides with the person on the other side. She's angry.
And then suddenly no longer on the Marsiva. Enveloped in a pool of light, Allura feels herself move in and out of time in space in the span of a few seconds. What was once a corridor is now the bridge of an entirely different ship--
SS Tourist.
She should be happy about the confetti that comes with her arrival, but really.
Allura is unimpressed. ]
Quiznak, I am already very tired of this!
[ action ★ ss tourist kitchen ★ 08/15 ]
[ The past few days on the SS Tourist ave been enlightening in a number of ways, and frustrating in many others. She tries to keep herself in high spirits and take things one day at a time, but she has yet to make much progress in returning to the Castle.
Food is important, however, but Allura is unfamiliar with much of the cuisine on the ship. She kind of misses her food goo.
She squints as she leans forward to read some of the menu offerings. ]
..."PB Sandwich"? What is that?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Tourist
When: August 10th - 15th
[ broadcast ★ video ★ 08/10 ]
[ The feed opens up on a bed with one new passenger. Except she's asleep and turning on the bed, which really makes bad television. She mumbles something to herself and dozes right back off, at least for a few more minutes. But when she finally does rouse, she stretches and yawns. It should look very ladylike but she might have some drool dried at the corner of her mouth.
Except it becomes very apparent to her right away that this isn't where she should be. Allura flails and jumps from the bed. ]
What--where is this? Where am I!?
[ Has she been...taken captive? But by whom? She rounds the room, casting a suspicious eye to her surroundings. But something catches her eye which brings her closer to the camera... ]
[ action ★ ss tourist bridge ★ 08/12 ]
[ Well, that was sufficiently embarrassing. Allura grits her teeth as she marches out of the room she awoke in. HS Marsiva? To have anyone play host and keep an ever watchful, ever prying gaze is unsettling, to say the least. She also rather doesn't fancy being some sort of captive or wayward traveler. There is much left to accomplish where she should be.
Fists clenched at her sides, she marches onward to find a different deck. When one of the automatic doors slides open, she nearly collides with the person on the other side. She's angry.
And then suddenly no longer on the Marsiva. Enveloped in a pool of light, Allura feels herself move in and out of time in space in the span of a few seconds. What was once a corridor is now the bridge of an entirely different ship--
SS Tourist.
She should be happy about the confetti that comes with her arrival, but really.
Allura is unimpressed. ]
Quiznak, I am already very tired of this!
[ action ★ ss tourist kitchen ★ 08/15 ]
[ The past few days on the SS Tourist ave been enlightening in a number of ways, and frustrating in many others. She tries to keep herself in high spirits and take things one day at a time, but she has yet to make much progress in returning to the Castle.
Food is important, however, but Allura is unfamiliar with much of the cuisine on the ship. She kind of misses her food goo.
She squints as she leans forward to read some of the menu offerings. ]
..."PB Sandwich"? What is that?

the party don't start til Pidge walks in
Yes, and not too pleasantly, but I have...a better understanding of the circumstances.
[ Even if it doesn't mean that she likes them. ]
I had heard that you were here. You look well.
DON'T STOP, MAKE IT POP
[And honestly? Nobody likes their circumstances.]
I'm doing all right. It's not home, but at least I've been able to keep busy. It helps.
DJ BLOW MY SPEAKERS UP
[ It isn't a difficult guess to make that as long as she has a project to work on, Pidge would be content most places. ]
TONIGHT IMMA FIGHT TIL WE SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I have! I mean, the systems on the ships here aren't nearly as beautifully streamlined as the tech on the castle ship, but it's been a whole new challenge to take on, so... It's been kinda fun.
SPACE KESHA
FUCK YEAH
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[ More like "what the flying quiznak". ]
The fact that you all are doing well and enjoying yourselves is...good. But I fear getting complacent.
[ Because it's, you know. Weird. ]
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Yeah, it does.
You're right, though. We shouldn't get too comfortable here. On top of just- the weirdness of being here, we never know when the whole thing will get pulled right out from under us, and we do still have to keep in mind that we have a lot of important business back home to get back to.
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Hey... What's the last thing you remember from home?
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[ A high point in her life, really. ]
What of you?