broadcast intro and action

[itsyagirl]

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.]

Comments

[itsyagirl]

[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?

[eternallyoutrageous]

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.

[itsyagirl]

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?

[eternallyoutrageous]

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]

[itsyagirl]

[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.]

[eternallyoutrageous]

[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.

[itsyagirl]

[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.

[eternallyoutrageous]

[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]