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Who: George Cooper and anyone checking the Network
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, Video
Action: SS Golden
When: After the Shuffle

[There's a short pause after video comes up onto George's upper body, seated, the moment where he's working out if this is how it's meant to be, if it's correct, if this is how it works. And then he smiles warmly at... Well, the people? Those he seems to think are listening. It's like scrying, if he'd the Gift for that.]

I can't say I'd been expectin' to wake up to such a thing today, or for as long as I've been alive, but I'm beginnin' to accustom myself to the notion.

[His voice is lowerclass, a sort of faux-brit-possible-londoner-something but it's clear anyway, understandable. Medieval fantasy people.]

I'm George Cooper, newly of the SS Golden, and new to anythin' like this, truth to tell. I was hopin' someone out there might be able to explain precisely what a reality show might be, and what they mean for us to do. Are we travellin' somewhere in particular or is it a jaunt for no particular reason? Whoever went fiddlin' about in my mind didn't see fit to explain how a Player might go about playin' to no one.

[He shrugs goodnaturedly. He might be playing up the dumb city boy angle a little bit, but he wants information, and the non-threatening approach is generally the best.]

Outside of that, it seems I've only just missed a good deal of excitement. Is everyone makin' their way alright after the attack? Ah, and that said, has anyone a record of the appearance of those who fired on us, or was it precluded by the chaos? Might be useful, knowin' what to look out for.

[ooc: info trawling tiiimmme and also bits of this second part got broadcasted as well without his say-so after he put this video up so. If you'd rather contact him over that, there it is.]

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From what I gather, 'pointless wandering' seems most likely to be on the cards.

And no warnin' as to where we might end up, I suppose? This particular stop was unexpected, I'd gathered, due to the attack. Or do we berth regularly?

What? The Waystations? Yeah, we got these every month. And there's usually a planet or a moon or something, too.

Was the attack close by? Not takin' place too long before we might usually arrive at a Waystation? Some of these ships look in a bad way.

Yeah, they were creepily close. Most of the ships just made it in.

[ Here, George, have a fellow medieval fantasy person and her slightly more polished accent. It's more "lots of book learning" polished than posh polished, though. ]

From what I understand, they use something like these communicators to record us, and show other people, and the other people enjoy watching us try to figure out what we're doing and live our lives.

To be honest, I haven't the faintest idea why it's at all entertaining, but here we are.

I'm Stephanie Amell, by the way. Of the Bishop.

A pleasure, Stephanie. [He inclines his head slightly, seeing as he can't shake her hand, or bow. That will do.]

An odd idea for somethin' to watch, I'd think. A story is best with the borin' bits left out, I'd think. That's what makes a play popular, a lack of hours speakin' on trivialities, or on sittin' quietly and thinkin'. Is it recordin' everywhere?

My thoughts exactly. I doubt any of our audience much cares what we think about it, though, unfortunately.

I'm not certain, but it seems likely. [ dryly ] I've been trying to avoid lathering myself for too long in the showers, just in case.

[He winks at Stephanie, because it's joking time.] Ah, they must care, lass, else why would they be listenin' so closely?

D'you think there'd be fits thrown if you put a sheet up about the shower before settin' up under it?

I doubt there's much of anyone paying attention to that part of the broadcast. It's decidedly unimpressive.

I may try a sheet, though, next time.

Who can say what they'd watch, our mysterious audience? I'd not watch this unless I'd no other choice, myself, and yet there's enough of an audience for this t'keep bringin' folk in.

[Not entirely true. This system is a dream for a man who deals in information. But maybe not something he'd trawl through in his free time.]

It's worse than the gossip mill in the Circle, honestly, and you'd be surprised at how intrusive gossip can get between mages. Even they'd think this was... overly personal, I think.

I've only a notion of how bad it gets among academics, but a notion enough to not be all too surprised.

What I'm hearin'? "Reality show" just means people're watchin' us live our lives. Like peepin' Toms, only they think it's all on the up and up.

As for where we're goin', not a damn idea. And the enemy fleet turned tail like a buncha yellow bellies 'fore we could take any hostage.

Useful for some, I'd think, but not as entertainment. Mayhap they merely watch the rest for a chance of what someone might peep at.

Did the ships look uniform, or were they a jumble, such as pirates might cobble together?

S'a waste of time either way. Folks should be livin' their own lives, not watchin' others live theirs for 'em.

Didn't see 'nough of 'em up close t'say for sure. [ He snorts a short chuckle. ] Crew wasn't real keen on lettin' me get close with our ship. Somethin' 'bout it bein' dangerous.

They must be bored. Does the threat of watchers set anyone to better behaviour?

There's that to mind, true enough. A pity, though, to have no idea who did the attackin'. There's not much to take from these ships aside from human cargo, and that's a risk to take on a group so large. [A pause, and then he adds:] It made for a good enough show, on that side of things.

Ain't been here long 'nough to know, but my hunch says that bein' watched don't do much to folks unless it involves gettin' heat for it. Whoever's watchin', they're hands-off. Hell, causin' trouble might get you paid more.

[ Wryly, ] Imagine it was a real humdinger. Wouldn't know, was too busy gettin' fuckin' shot at to pay attention.

I'm thinkin' all of you who were here'll see an increase in your ratings, resultin' out of that. Had anythin' been happenin', before the attackin' fleet appeared? Anythin' interestin'?

Since I been here, nothin' really. Planet we were at before was some kinda... medieval place. Guess we move on each month or so. Haveta ask other folks what the ones before that've been. Was busy bein' stuck in a different part of space then.

[ He thinks, anyway. The past couple years are a bit... fuzzy in his head. ]

[There are...a lot of interesting things George could choose to focus on there. But he's just met Ladon, so he goes for the easiest choice.]

What d'you mean by "medieval"?

Folks ridin' horses and usin' swords, insteada drivin' cars and usin' guns. Or somethin' like that. Didn't spend too much time there, ain't comfortable 'round that kinda crowd.

[ They're a little more likely to go on a dragon hunt than modern people are, after all. ]

I think it means we don't know when we're being watched.

[She has no idea. Actually, she's been wondering, too.]

I've been sayin', that sounds like a good arrangement if you're lookin' for a dull play, full of hours of silence. Perhaps there's somethin' appealin' about it I've yet to gather. Or entertainment here is as different as what they call a ship.

They've kidnapped a lot of people. Maybe that way someone is always doing something interesting for them to watch.

It seems a good deal of effort when a play would do well, or better. Mayhap it's a thing like their technology that they've not chosen to explain. A reason they'd prefer this.

I can probably get you a recording of the attack. If I know my captain, he records everything. And from what I hear, those ships had been stalking the fleet for a while - someone had to get something.

I'm Stephanie Brown, on the First Breath. Welcome to the Fleet.

Thank you, Stephanie. I'd be obliged to both you and your captain if you could get me the records. Knowin' what they look like could be a boon to us if they're thinkin' of circlin' back, or any such thing.

No problem. I'll see what I can dig up and send it your way.

Though I think after the last time, the next time any ship we don't know shows up on radar, we're all going to know about it way before we can actually see them. Everyone's pretty jumpy now.

Aye, I've no doubt of that. All the same, 'twould be a useful thing, knowin' more about our enemy.

Maker, you're awfully put together for someone just unceremoniously dumped into a lazily wandering collection of tin cans.

[ Tonality: 8D Useful information: 0 ]

I can make a fuss specially for you if you're feelin' uncomfy about my reaction.

[Tonality: ditto.]

[ Excellent. ]

Could you? For my sake. Thrash about a bit, maybe curse whatever deity you stand by?

Considerin' as there's a good chance I've a god amusin' himself over this right now, I can't think how cursin' him'd do much more than give him a better show but I suppose it works for some.

[He thinks about it a moment. He's never made a fuss over anything in his life, but there's the heart of a Player to any really good Rogue. He places the back of one hand across his brow and looks skywards.]

That it would come to this! Far from home and me only just startin' to relax again. O! Crooked God, I'm left assumin' I've been borin' you somehow, even with all the fuss there's been, as I can find no better reason for your allowin' my abduction. I only hope you're pleased with yourself.

[Hand off brow and he stops projecting dramatically. There you go, Hawke.]

[ Hello George! Have a bored-looking blonde ninja ]

Basically, they're going to try and stir up as much drama and excitement as possible for the audience that's watching us. Supposedly they can see us through what's called a camera, that transmits images of what we're doing to wherever they decide.

And there's no way of determinin' where those cameras might be, of course.

I haven't found one yet, myself.

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