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001 video and action

Who: Akeldama and you!
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: Marsiva, First Breath, and Iskaulit
When: Beginning of November

Marsiva
[Lord Akeldama had woken not long before. He didn't feel quite like himself. He couldn't tell what was doing it more: the strange pain in the back of his head or the fact that he had essentially been ripped from his territory.

It was... different still somehow than it normally would have been.

He didn't necessarily feel like trying out this new gadget they had been given just yet so he stood by the large window looking into the blackness of space. He had always looked at it from the ground. This is what it looked like up close]

First Breath
[All of this moving around was not doing the vampire any good. Didn't they know that a vampire needed his territory in order to be settled. First one ship and now another. This was most inconvenient.

Hopefully, the moving between ships had stopped. He needed a few days to settle in, for his head to accept this ship has "his territory". He'd do better once that happens.

However, this other ship seemed to be more to his liking. The style wasn't quite what he'd do with his own house, but it was close enough and he wasn't going to scoff at it. So much better than that other ship.

So rather sitting alone in that tiny room they called a cabin, Lord Akeldama made his way to kitchen, sitting quietly by himself for the moment]

Isakulit
[Finally feeling more the thing, Lord Akeldama decided to go exploring this ship called "the Iskaulit". It certainly looked like there was more space there than on the other ships. He was right about that and was quite happy to go exploring, to see what sort of spaces there were available to the Fleeters.

He's probably not too subtle, dressed in plum colored evening jacket, gold waistcoat, high heeled boots, and a cravat of a different shade of purple that still seemed to compliment both the waistcoat and the jacket]

Broadcast
[Lord Akeldama has found himself a rather pleasing looking spot to make his post. It wouldn't do to have it look poorly behind him after]

Good afternoon, fellow passengers of this thing called "the Fleet". As I understand it, we are all trapped this positively wonderful place as part of a farce. Am I correct in this assessment? Is there anything else that I should know?

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[Nothing he can see indeed. The Mage Hand is there, but Taako doesn't choose to give it color, so it looks a if it's just turning by itself.

And yep, definitely some Magic Brian vibes here. But seeing as how Taako is his first wizard and there isn't a giant friggin' spider right behind him, he feels like maybe it's okay to relax a little.

Up until the fangs come out.

Dunk.

His ears twitch faintly at the sight of them even though Taako smiles his best charming smile.]

I'm glad I could be the elf of your dreams then, my dude.

[He finishes cutting the butter up and has the Mage Hand exchange the whisk for a wooden spoon. Then he takes over, folding the butter into the mixture. The two eggs he transmuted are lifted off the counter and cracked into the bowl one at time as he mixes them in.]

So what's up with the pointy teeth? That for show or...?

[Remarkable! Lord Akeldama is definitely impressed, watching him work. Normally this wouldn't have been all that exciting and he probably would have ignored it, choosing the kitchen as a more suitable public space since his cabin was shockingly empty, but things were moving on their own without manual intervention. Of course he was going to be interested]

If you are indeed an elf, you are also my first one of those.

[He's still watching when the question comes. He looks over at Taako from behind the monocle he doesn't actually need]

Hmm? They aren't simply for show, darling. But you have nothing to worry about from me, I assure you. I am a gentleman and a gentleman never bites without permission from the... donor shall we say.

Besides, something keeps telling me that I don't need to bite.

If?

[Taako raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him in disbelief. He sets the bowl on the counter and a pair of cake pans float over. A quick spray of oil and he starts dividing the batter between the two of them.]

Do you not notice the ears?

[Because having long ears is kiiiind of a giveaway when it comes to being an elf. Sort of like how the fangs were a bit on the nose for vampire, especially as he starts talking about biting and permission.]

But good? I guess. Because Taako isn't getting bitten by no one without consent and you're not the one I'd be interested in getting bitten by - no offense.

I have never met an elf before, only heard about them in tall-tales. For all I knew, real elves are want to shimmer canary yellow under the light of a full moon.

[Because everything happens under a full moon]

No offense taken, my dear. None at all. We vampires are a civilized folk now-a-days. Attacking someone for food is most undignified and I'm nothing if not dignified. You are free to let only those you would choose to bite you do so, however that may be.

More like rainbow colors, my dude, and in sunlight. Moonlight is the realm of the drows.

[Is he serious? Who knows. His facial expression certainly doesn't give anything away.

Taako finishes divvying up the batter. He taps the pans against the counter a few times to release any air bubbles within and then uses Mage Hand to slide them into the oven. That done, he snaps his fingers and suddenly all the bowls he'd been using?

Completely clean.]

Mmhm, good to know. No one's marring this beautiful skin of mine anytime soon. [Sadly. Goddammit it's been too long.]

So if you don't need to bite anyone, can I assume you'll be partaking in dinner with the rest?

And here I was so hoping to be able to see that. The sunlight part does prevent me from seeing the spectacle. It is something I will only be able to imagine.

[Did he believe him? Hard to tell. If he didn't, he was playing along with it so well.

He's still overly transfixed with Taako's method cooking. It would have been so much more efficient if his own cook could have done this. He would have paid her more too]

Hmm... I would at least have a taste of it. It would be rude to not.

[He'd already discovered the small capsules that were meant to provide him with the "food" he needed, but it wasn't really something he had interest in discussing with others. It was not in his nature to take those and much like feeding from a drone, it was not something he did with an audience.

But if the other was cooking, he could at least partake just enough]

You're sadly bereft of our true splendor.

[He doesn't really care if Akeldama believes him or not because if pressed he can cast an illusion or if another elf comes into contact with him, the mix-up will be amusing at the very least.

With the dishes clean, he puts them back where he got them from save for a a few bowls, then starts switching out for roasting and frying pans, setting the stage for the actual meal. He hasn't actually fully decided on what to make tonight, so he goes middle ground and starts off by pulling dried vegetables out of the pantry.]

Oh and don't expect a crowd at dinner - there's only four of us here. Five now, I guess, since you're here. Most people here keep to themselves unless you poke them with a stick.

[Looking at you, Haggar.

He drops the vegetables on the counter and with a wave of his hand, they reconstitute into fresh ones. Salad time.]

[Again, not going to share if he believes or not. It was fun to play along either way]

I am. I truly am.

I see, so this is a smaller crew? I will probably be spending more time out of my quarters at least until I get them decorated. They are so terribly boring right now.

[He watches the other cook, still with interest at how he was able to to change things so easily]

There's smaller.

[The Starduck mashed itself together like a frenzied fusion and still was a little lean on the roster.]

But yeah, I feel you on the quarters. I spruced mine up on the planet we just left. You'll have to wait until we get to the next one.

[ He pulls a knife out of the block and cuts up the lettuce into wedges. Then he rolls the reconstituted onion out and slices half of it paper thin with the speed and ease of an expert. The tomatoes are next but they just get a simple quartering before he moves on.

Meanwhile, behind him he has his Mage Hand working at a simple task - press the dispensary button and collect the protein gel in a bowl which is levitating underneath.]

Fingers crossed for you that it isn't a shitty one.

I suppose I can wait. It will be such a chore though to not have my usual knickknacks and baubles around. Not even mentioning the horrible fashion choices. The least they could do is let me have even part of one of my closets.

[Lord Akeldama hadn't looked out those thing dispensing proteins and gels yet so he turned to examine them while Taako was working]

Do unfortunate planets happen?

[He can't really fault him for complaining. It's the same thing Taako did when he first got here, but "one of" hi closets? Goddamn, rich people had it nice. Despite the last planet being trash, he's glad he was able to get what he could out of that place. At least now he's colorful and not wearing those ugly jumpsuits.]

Oh, I know. It's dreadful, but I've been told there's shopping on some of these places. Keep your fingers crossed for a nice one. Because some people have been warning me that "unfortunate" ones exist - cannibals? Apparently? But they're rare from what I've heard.

[Rich and eccentric. Multiple closets weren't common even among most of the wealthiest. Most of his drones were surprised at least the first time seeing his entire wardrobe selection. But he fancied himself a trendsetter so he always had to be on point]

Cannibals? Oh my, that's positively barbaric. [He took out his fan and fluttered it as though that would somehow drive away the thought of that] I will remain hopeful that there will be no such thing when we arrive at the next planet.

Doubtful - a show's ratings would fall if they kept throwing the same thing at us over and over.

[Which is a small bit of comfort. He finishes up with the salad prep and starts plating them individually for everyone on the ship. Even if it's unlikely that they'll come to dinner, he has an image and a reputation to preserve.]

I'll just be happy if the next planet isn't covered in trash.

Ratings? What, pray tell are those? Like a ranking?

[If there is a plate being made for him, Lord Akeldama will at least partake of it even if he can't eat much. He's too polite to not at least taste it]

So that's what the last location was?

Pretty much - the more people who like you and tune in to the show because of you, the higher your ranking and the higher the show's rating against all the others. The higher your ranking? Well, the more money you get. The more money?

[He gestures at the clothes Taako's wearing: a loose fitting blouse with sleeves rolled up, a blue and gold paisley vest, bangles at his wrists, and a high waisted pair of slacks underneath. Relatively tame for him.]

I was lucky enough to find some good things there, but yeah - it was the dumping grounds of the universe apparently. Lots of random shit everywhere, mostly actual crap, but occasionally something good.

Oh, well, then it is a good be popular with whoever our audience is. More likely be able to live is as you like.

[And Akeldama has expectations as a man who is more than willing to spend way too much money on something simple merely because he can]

Felicitations, darling, on being able to find anything of value if its how you say. I do say, your waistcoat is positively delightful.

[A man after his own heart. And actually wore a waistcoat at least]

[Akeldama will probably not approve of the rest of Taako's wardrobe. He just happens to be wearing something classy today rather than his giant rainbow boa and galaxy swirl leggings.]

They've assured me there's better shopping out there to be had, but I'm not holding my breath. I got everything I could, whether I needed it or not, while we were docked.

[The Mage Hand behind him vanishes and Taako catches the pan of protein gel. Maybe fish today - something easy and tame. Broiled fish in a lemon and dill white sauce... Yeah that sounds simple enough.

He slides the pan onto the countertop and taps a finger against it. Power flows through him and his focus - the little egg timer on the counter plastered with garishly loud rainbow stickers - and the gel forms into several thick pink filets of salmon.]

You'll have to be careful while shopping out there - apparently sponsors have a habit of sticking their names on everything.

[Well, he gets points for at least owning and wearing a waistcoat. He'd also get points for color even if it wasn't a proper English style]

I do so hope there will be better shopping. It's terribly inconvenient to not have the simple luxuries one comes to expect.

[Like a monocle for every outfit... ~~or more than one outfit~~]

Do they? Oh, dear. So very unfortunate. Names and logos go on dirigibles, not people.

Fingers crossed, my dude, fingers crossed.

[Taako might have a wardrobe and he might be adding to it carefully piece by piece, but that doesn't mean he won't take a blowout shopping trip to quickly and efficiently bolster it again. Lup's little outing had packed his closet, but Taako could be a hoarder when he felt like he had a place of his own. And here? He definitely had space.]

I can deal with names on merch, but regular stuff? Nah. Don't need 'em on my coffee mugs or my shoes or whatever else they decide to print. Oh - and you'll need cash. Your first check'll take a bit to clear, so be ready to do some interesting shit to get it.

I completely agree. Why would a name need to be put on shoes? It would ruin the whole look to parade around with someone trying to read your foot.

[Taking it to an extreme, but that's what he does]

I can only hope that our invisible audience likes me then.

A good brand never passes up the shittiest merchandising opportunities.

[If Taako still had his, he'd be plastering it everywhere. But for now, he's still technically not in the clear. And announcing his name where the authorities could hear would probably be a bad thing when there's no way to prove his innocence.

He starts seasoning the fish while his Mage Hand pulls down ingredients to start prepping the sauce.]

What is it you do anyway? Back home at least. Here, fuck, you could start a marching band for all I know.

Back home, I am a peer of the realm. I don't use "Lord" simply because I like the sound of it though it does sound so very appealing. I am a member of her Majesty's Shadow Council, the potentate. Some would say, like all vampires, I am an icon of fashion... and I do tend to agree with them. Aside from that, I tend to dabble in this and that.

[The last sentence is the simplest, but also the most ominous in how little it explains what he does]

Edited 2018-11-13 15:20 (UTC)

[Yeah that's supposed to mean something, but it means zilch to Taako. But what he took from all that was this - Akeldama was a fancy bureaucrat. That seemed about right what with his behavior and demeanor.]

Yeah, so....how will that translate over here? No realms, no councils, barely any fashion sense - leaves you with that "this and that," I guess?

[To be fair, Lord Akeldama hadn't wanted to be the potentate. You just didn't say "no" when Queen Victoria appointed you a position despite the fact that it was supposed to an elected position. He was however fancy]

Well, I am the supposedly the communications officer. I am good at this, especially if you knew anything about the dewan, that would be enough of a qualification. I can always work on the fashion sense part and I'll see about setting up "this and that". I am very resourceful.

Communications, huh?

[Thanks to his augment, he at least knows that means encryption, which is useful. They'll need that if what he's learned about this place is true - they won't want the Atroma to be listening in on them forever.]

Well that's definitely useful. Now all we need is a pilot and maybe we won't be such a hunk of floating metal anymore. I'd volunteer, but that's a bit too much responsibility for ya boy Taako.

But please work on people's fashion senses here. If you can get the Atroma to stop sucking, that would be great.

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