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Who: Veronica
Broadcast: open network
Action: Iskaulit and Blue Fish
When: network - friday. action - saturday

Broadcast / Action to anyone on the Marsiva
[Veronica wakes with a distinct feeling of wrongness. The camera zooms in as blue eyes open, a frown already on her face. She sits up slowly, the covers falling off and pooling at her hips to reveal she's in standard Garrison uniform, the typical attire of an officer. Rubbing at her face, she looks to the side to spot her glasses and quickly jams them on.

Her frown deepens.] Where...am I...?

[Veronica slides out of bed, to find her shoes tucked neatly beside the bed. Frowning at them, she goes barefoot for now, instead running down the hallway and feeling cold metal under her feet.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

Action - Iskaulit & Blue Fish
[Veronica can be found wandering the Iskaulit and the S.S. Blue Fish restlessly. She's a hot mess of emotions, unsure how to deal with everything that is going on right now, and her first priority is just to become familiar with her surroundings. Most everything she would be interested in is on the Iskaulit, it seems, so this is where she starts.

She'll most often be pacing, but if you're lucky, you might catch her frowning and poking at her communicator, trying to make it function in some way like what she's used to. She wants more information, maybe this can help.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Close to dandy. Unfortunately, his color choices usually pushed him outside of the realm of "dandy", but he lives with more than can be counted. This was actually probably one of his least eccentric outfits which even some of his drones might have copied]

Good evening, darling.

[She seemed surprised. Like she'd never seen a proper English gentleman before. Also he doesn't really know the time; he's just never awake during the day so he has no reason to use any other greeting]

Are you well? This place really does seem to get one's humors out of sync.

[She can't help it. His over the top manner of speaking and dressing make her stifle a giggle, and Veronica nods, watching him.

She's certainly never met anyone like him, that's for certain. Maybe this place isn't so bad.]

Oh, no, you're right. My...humors are definitely...out of sync. [Whatever that means.] I'm Veronica.

[She offers a hand, intending to shake.]

[He doesn't intend to shake hands, clasping both of hers in his, giving her a smile. If she's attentive, she may notice that two teeth seem slightly... unusual, but he's not showing enough for her to see clearly why they are different]

I suppose it is not as bad for daylight folk, but still, unexpected travel. I am Lord Akeldama.

[She's a little surprised by how he takes her hands, but she won't complain. There is something a bit strange about his appearance, though she can't quite put her finger on it. She smiles, still feeling like she's missing something about this man.]

Lord...Akeldama. [She hopes she's saying it right.] It's a pleasure.

[Sensing she is making sure she is saying his name correctly]

Yes, darling. That is correct. The pleasure is all mine.

[He releases her hands]

If you would like to look, you are more than welcome I'd assume. There was nothing that stopped me, but it was all mechanical bits and pieces. Not a single living soul.

[Referring to the medical lab at the end of the hall]

[Veronica nods, her hands dropping to her sides. She trusts her new companion; he has no reason to lie to her, not when they're both in this together. It would be to both of their benefits to make allies, not enemies.]

Nothing alive? Hm. [She frowns a bit.] I can't even imagine the amount of tech that must go into...summoning people from the multiverse, and to do it without a physical being controlling it? Incredible. I don't like it, but I'm impressed.

I am unused to machines being able to do anything on their own. Dirigibles, trains, ships, they all require someone there. That's not even including this whole kidnapping charade. It is all very discomforting.

[He completely agrees it's not good to make enemies at this time. Not that he actively made too many of those. Enemies did happen for vampires as old as him though]

Dirigibles? [That catches her attention, and she glances at him curiously. No one really uses that term anymore, and it invokes a steampunk-ish world to her. Frankly, she barely even knows the word.]

You have...dirigibles? Those are like blimps, right?

I am unfamiliar with the term "blimp", but it is a balloon like so-

[He demonstrates with his hands the general idea of a large balloon, oblong shaped and longer than it is tall]

And it has a passenger basket suspended from cage that holds it. These are usually quite large on the commercial versions, with dining rooms and sleeping quarters.

[So yes... a blimp if he knew the word]

[Veronica nods as she listens, then smiles.]

Yes, exactly! That's incredible. Your world sounds so different from mine. This mind seem like a silly question, but...is everything steam powered?

Ah, so dirigibles and blimps are one in the same? Fabulous! I have learned something new.

[He smiles and she might be able to see that his canine teeth look... unusually long]

Well, not everything. It is a very popular method though, along with coal, oil, horse.... We believe there was something not too long ago about wind powered tea kettles for dirigible travel. Can you believe such a thing.

Wow! [She's honestly too caught up in this to notice, and laughs, shaking her head. Veronica can't even imagine...the poor man must be so confused by all this technology if they're still running on coal.]

Wind powered tea kettles? But wouldn't the wind cool the tea down?

Well, it seems that the wind powered whirly-gig creates energy to heat the kettle when it is attached to the side of the dirigible basket. Though you do have an excellent point. Is the wind also cooling it down as it is heating it up? It is a wonderfully frivolous conundrum!

[Frivolous because he couldn't float at all to see it in action and how was one to test otherwise since its not like you could attach a stove to the outside of a dirigible for a comparison]

[She tries to imagine it, but it's so ridiculous to even think about. Veronica can't help but laugh at the image her mind comes up with. Once she gets started, she can't stop, gasping out laughter that starts to turn into something more like tears.

She hasn't even been here long, and she's already overwhelmed by the strangeness. There's no comforting data to scroll through, no solid facts and numbers to at least help her make sense of this, and her laughter turns to insensible half-laughing, half-sobbing out of confusion and stress.]

[To say Lord Akeldama is surprised when she suddenly turns to tears might be an understatement, but at the same time he is not. He has a feeling this is not about the tea kettle on the dirigible. If he were one for dramatics (which he is under the right circumstances) and he thought it would help anything, he might have as well, but he's still dealing with his own transplant issues so he wasn't going to.

But he's not one to ignore someone being emotionally. He immediately comes over, putting his rather cold hand over hers]

I know, my dear. This is hardly fair. We are both lost in the place because of someone else's decisions.

[She manages to get herself under control after a few moments, brushing at her eyes with a sleeve. Veronica takes slow breaths and tries to relax, just needing a good cry to help let out some of the tension and sheer panic. It's like it never ends. She never really gets a break. It's a lot of change very quickly and she just wants to be back home in Cuba with her toes in the sand.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... [Another deep breath.] I'm okay.

[He gives her a soft smile as she begins to calm]

Quite all right, my dear. Quite all right. Things like that do help. Another thing that may help? Tea. It does have so many restorative properties. Should we try to find some?

[He's trying to be helpful and make this whole thing seem more civilized]

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