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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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[At some point, the displaced Lord will come across a cat in the hallway, watching him with a flickering tail.

Sure, a lot of strangers had been popping in lately, more than usual, but the cat had learned to recognize that particular jangle and what it meant.]

[Lord Akeldama was walking through the ship when he spotted the rather fuzzy occupant of the ship. First a fancy looking ship. Now it was a fancy looking ship WITH A CAT?! This could only get better if he suddenly ended up with a larger closet!

True it was not his cat, but it was still better than a ship without a cat. Cats were one of the creatures that didn't mind vampires]

Well, hello there, my dear! You are quite handsome. Or are you beautiful?

[Since he doesn't know the gender of the cat. But he kneels down, even though it risks ruining the knees of his trousers and holds one pale hand out to the cat, letting the cat sniff his hand if he wanted to]

[If only there were someone around who could inform him...

For the moment, the Lord receives a 'mrow' for his question, slightly low for a cat's register, as Kova moves forward to carefully sniff at the stranger's hand.

... Yeah no, not bothered by him being a vampire. Not as if he isn't a weird space alien cat anyway, it's all good. If the stranger is here to give him attention, that is.]

[Lord Akeldama notes the low tenor of the cat's meow. Huh. That is peculiar. But animals were like people as well, could have different voices. So he isn't too concerned about it. The cat did have some interesting markings.

And of course he is going to give the cat some attention, reaching out to pet the cat at least until the cat decides enough is enough (if it ever did)]

I wonder where your master is, my little dove.

[Yep, one of the first endearments... goes to the cat]

[Calling a cat a dove... well, the cat isn't going to complain since it's being pet, though he is particular about how and where he is pet, occasionally turning himself in a circle to control the area of pettings.

The question of his master is harder to pin down, but as timing would have it, a woman wearing a long black dress and with a gold-colored sweeping shawl draped around her shoulders just happens to make her way into the area and ... stops and watches, quietly.

And the cat... is all too willing to give her presence away, by pointedly looking toward her and making that soft mroow again toward their new shipmate as an answer.]

[He will keep petting the cat, letting it turn about to get pets however it wanted. He's not picky at all, letting the cat to be free to be a cat.

Whether he was aware of the woman before the cat meowed up for debate, but when it did and looked at her, he picked himself up off the floor (because how undignified of him even if it was a cat and it reminded him of home), probably much to the cat's distress]

Good evening, my dear. Is this absolutely charming creature yours?

[The cat doesn't mind - too much. He can always secure more petting later, now that he knows this person would acquiesce to it easily.]

... yes.

[To say little of the struggle it was to acknowledge her own ownership of the animal, but that was another matter.]

That is Kova. I hope we are not the first to greet you.

[Yep, Lord Akeldama would be a sucker to giving the cat pets. He did so like animals and now only cats wanted to be around him]

You are not, deary. I have met a few others. But Kova is the first cat that I have seen here. Oh, it so makes me miss my own cat.

[For as all chubby and attacking his pillows' tassels as she was. Mice would be safe from her in his house; the pillows were not]

I am Lord Akeldama.

He seems willing to offer you his company, so perhaps it may help.

[She did not know if that was a comfort or not, really, but it was best she can offer from observation.

Even so, she offers him a courteous nod. Good, she does not need to give a tour or anything like that. That would have been awkward.]

Welcome to the First Breath, Lord Akeldama.

I certainly wouldn't complain to having a cat around from time to time, even if it is not mine.

[He'll take any that he can get. Even if it means being friends with someone else's cat]

Thank you. And what may I call you?

You will find that I do not give my name because I do not wish to be called... but our cook has quite a selection of them for me.

[This is an attempt at humor, as much as her tone remains even.]

Perhaps you can do better.

[Akeldama claps his hands together at that, a bright smile on his face. Oh, Haggar, you have no idea what you have just invited. Giving permission for Lord Akeldama to name you...

At least they are going to be more flattering even if absurd.

He takes a moment to study her, different options running through his head. He's clearly putting a lot of thought into this. Probably far more than she had probably expected of him. He takes names and nicknames very seriously]

How about 'starling of the evening skies"? I think that would be fabulous.

I have not heard that one before.

[...And strangely, it's slightly out of her frame of reference. Some sort of avian, she presumes. She's been called worse. Unless this newcomer was using fancy language to insult her, but he didn't seem exactly the type.]

I am almost curious to why you chose it.

[Almost, but she created this ditch herself, so she accepts responsibility.]

I would imagine you have not. It is one of my own, darling.

[He smiles, his fangs slightly more visible, but not anything a vampire would classify as threatening]

"Almost"? Not completely curious?

Almost.

[But there's a hint of humor in it, this time, something that relaxes her severity. True, it was difficult to--care, but a certain someone told her it was important to at least attempt to not have a completely grim bearing. Especially to someone sharing their space, whether or not he chose to remain.]

You seem to have put thought to it, however, so I will indulge it.

[She'll find it is very hard to be serious around Lord Akeldama and he's not intending to go to a different ship]

Evening skies must have been used because-

[He doesn't even really explain just waves to the ship around them. Clearly he didn't mean the ship, but the fact that they were in space]

And starlings are such colorful creatures. Iridescent feathers. The colors you are wearing did so remind me some species of them.

[Of course he had only seen them in books and occasionally outside if the setting sun and their late departure for the evening lined up to allow it. He didn't want creatures that came from eggs in his house]

They are also reputed to be be very intelligent for birds. Much better to be thought similar to an intelligent bird than one that cannot tell up from down.

Is that so.

[Was it meant to be... flattering, then...?

She was not used to that sort of nickname, so it takes a few moments for his explanation to sink in. How... odd. How odd indeed.]

How... thoughtful of you to take that into account.

Of course, my dear starling. It would be so ungentlemanly to not take everything into account when considering someone's name.

[He's a polite, if eccentric, vampire]

...You would be the first. I thank you for the ... consideration.

[She can't complain, not with the veritable gauntlet of things she has been called already, as much as she's brought it on herself. Even if it's still odd.]

Are there any other questions you are seeking answer to about this ship.

Don't even worry about it, my dear.

How many are there upon this ship?

With you now among us, we are five.

[Her gaze briefly drops to the cat.] ... With Kova that would be six, but he is not on the roster, of course.

And this is small for the ships here? I do not know it compares.

[He looks at Kova as well] He is certainly a member of the crew even if those who brought us here don't believe that he is.

It is a low number, when the ship itself can accommodate twice as much.

[Not that she minds terribly, quiet and under the radar was just fine with her.]

As far as it compares to the other rosters... it may put us closer to average where some ships are concerned. [A low average, but she didn't think any had less than five.] People do move from time to time, whether it is because they want to, or because the Atroma decide to do so for them.

Hmm... I am used to more activity, but perhaps one with a bit less will be better at this time. I am still unsure how being moved around will play on my health.

I can assure that I don't plan on moving, however.

Our "hosts" likely have some measure in place for you to remain functional physically, if you have a health concern.

[So forward thinking of the Atroma, really.]

If there is a medication you require, they may already have provided it to our storage.

First Breath

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