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driftfleet2018-11-03 04:18 pm
eternallyoutrageous) wrote in driftfleet2018-11-03 04:18 pm
Entry tags:
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?
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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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.
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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.
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[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.
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[Taking it to an extreme, but that's what he does]
I can only hope that our invisible audience likes me then.
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[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.
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[The last sentence is the simplest, but also the most ominous in how little it explains what he does]
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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?
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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.
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[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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[He could have also come up with encryption without the augment, but they are more technical now. He may still have to write out more basic encryption for those interested in learning. He already knows he can't speak of it if it is remain a secret... or it is more likely to be so]
I will do my very best, you can count on that. Better fashion would make things so much more civilized.
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[Booooooring.]
Like, not even a little bit?
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I am what is known as a rove. We have the most freedom of vampires, able to come and go as we please. Still, I cannot get beyond a certain distance from my home territory without it causing me distress.
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[Because being thrown into the ass end of space has to be waaaay out of his territory.]
Can you just claim a new territory?
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Typically no. Only in the most dire of circumstances and I do not wish to do that.
Somehow it seems they broke the connection with my own territory. I was only slightly fuzzy on the Marsiva. I believe my nature tried to establish that as a territory only to be sent here. So it started again. I do hope there will be no more transferring for the time being.
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Unless.... [Does Taako want to tell Akeldama about the ships crashing into each other?
Naaaah. Where's the fun in that?]
You decide to leave, I guess. Although I doubt you're gonna find a ship that has magical walls like this one.
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[No, please don't tell him. He doesn't need to consider this may be a possibility in the future]
So this is special to this ship? Then I see no reason to leave.
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[He motions to the table with shimmering hue and then out the doorway to the halls where the barest glimpse of the intersections can be seen.]
So if you want magic or you want style, this is the place to be.
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Pipes everywhere trippin' people up and such. Muuuch better now. You can take a shuttle to go see the other ships if you want, but I think we're nailing the aesthetic pretty dang hard.
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It might be intriguing to see other ships, but as a matter of manners, it is better to be invited rather than just showing up.
[Yep, Victorian manners in space]
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[He has very little to be proud of here, but the amount of time and energy he expended on transmuting the entire ship's interior had exhausted him for a few days. He's not going to let anyone else think he didn't make the ship special.
Taako remembers suddenly that he's supposed to be prepping food and goes back to it, pans clanging quietly as he arranges the side dishes to await their turn on the stove once the oven is clear of tonight's main course.]
Well, that shouldn't be hard to do. People are always calling each other up and if not, you could hang out on the Iskaulit - that giant thing in the middle that isn't the fugly Marsiva - and get to know people. There's all kinds of shops and shit on that thing.
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I do intend to do that, my dear. Well, I shan't keep you. You are trying to work after all.
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[And he isn't actually all for having an audience to his cooking anymore. It's still awkward in a lot of ways. Taako's speaking absently now as he focuses more on the dishes in front of him than the person he's talking to. He waves a hand over his shoulder at the wall by the fridge.]
The menus are posted up though, if you want to see what we're havin'. Dinner's served at 6PM, if you're late, I keep it warmed until 8.
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