Princess "HBIC" Allura (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2018-08-12 09:57 pm
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?
no subject
[ She steps further onto the bridge, looking over the controls. It's strange that they look so foreign and yet she knows exactly how to approach them. ]
Does that mean we may go where we wish, now?
no subject
no subject
[ That comes as a surprise. ]
no subject
[Usually. There are a bunch of complications that leaving might entail, but...]
The problem is that no one knows where home is. In other universes, probably, and none of these ships have the capacity to travel to another universe.
no subject
[ There's a long pause, then Allura gives a nod. ]
Then it is my promise to you that if we are able to break through the barrier that separates this universe from the others, i will assist you in returning to yours.
no subject
That's actually kind of touching? Usually he's the one making the unlikely promises. Being on the other end of it is nice.]
Thank you, and I promise to help you do the same.