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Who: Lorden and You!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marisa > Bloodsport
When: Evening of the 9th

[There are a few loud shouts when he wakes up, calling out for something or someone, but more like curious than panicked. He can still feel the Light, so it's not like before, but he also can't seem to find his Ghost, and that's a major concern.]

Equinox! Equinox? Amida, if this is a prank....

Wrath? Anybody?

[And shortly after, he'll be in the cafeteria area, poking at all the food dispensers and seeing what flavors of protein gel he can come up with.]

[Lorden's a bit startled by the sudden transportation to a new ship, but hey! Pudding! He takes a few moments to scan carefully for threats, but seeing none, he takes off his helmet. A rather blue person is underneath, and though his eyes keep darting around the bridge to look at things, he grabs one of the cups and starts eating. With his helmet under one arm, he begins walking around the ship.]

Hello? Anybody home?

Broadcast - Video (a little later)
[Now settled in his room and once again armored up, Lorden waves at the camera. He sounds pretty chipper for someone who just got kidnapped, but then, this place isn't exactly a stronghold of the Dark.]

Hi, everybody. Fresh meat here, call me Lorden. I'm from Earth--if I say I'm from the City that doesn't really help, does it? But it's the only City we have, so there you go.

If I'm, uh, missing something kind of important from home, how screwed am I?

Also, are reality shows really a thing, or are they just making that up?

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[He waves, arm still tucked around his helmet. Okay, good, there are people here.]

Thanks! Bloodsport, I like it. Pretty big ship. [....compared to what?]

I'm Lorden.

Is it? Wait til you see the Iskaulit.

[He doesn't have a point of reference for space ships, except what he's seen here. Niflheim was good at churning out some pretty impressive air ships.]

Prompto. Hey.

It's weird to see Human ships this big that aren't--that are in good condition. Been on a lot of ships, but none of them were made for us.

[Just the jumpships, which are about the size of the SR shuttles.]

Which one's the Iskaulit?

Us being ... people like you?

[Whatever that may be.]

Ah. It's the super big one that isn't the Marsiva.. It's like, the community ship. People set up spaces for all sorts of things. Food, garden, library...

People like us. [He gestures toward Prompto, not seeming to make any difference between them. It hasn't really occurred to him that other people might not know what the Awoken are, or that they consider themselves under the umbrella of humanity.] You know, not space rhinos or Hive or Eliksni or anything. If I never have to open another sealed Hive door on one of their tombships, I'll be ecstatic.

[Nod, nod, nod.] Anything too big for one of these ships, or that they'd want to share with people?

Right. Of course. [People are people. He feels a little embarrassed, regardless.

And, he has no idea what Hive or Eliksni are. Apparently, not people.]

Pretty much! It's a good place to mingle up with the fleet. And it's big, if you need some space to stretch. Doesn't compare to having any actual planet to run around though.

[It's complicated.]

I feel like I've done a lot of planet-hopping lately. Might be nice to have somewhere to get to know a little better.

[He frowns as something occurs to him.] Although--if something attacks, I have zero experience with space battles. Fair warning.

We do a lot of planet-hopping here. But at least we're all together.

[For the most part. There are always some coming and others leaving.

He nods knowingly.]

Neither did I. Still don't, really. Lucky us! We haven't had ... a whole lot of space battles. Just a few?

And the ships stay the same, right? Better than nothing.

[Yeah, having the same people, or even mostly the same group of people would be great. He's already missing his fireteam a bit, but--they're still waiting at home, and they'll be there when he gets back. This is all fresh and new, and he's simply delighted by it all.]

It's a non-zero number. But they're pretty rare?

Yyyeah. For the most part.

[A couple have been smooshed together to form a new ship. And there was that time the Marsiva straight up ate one. But most of them were the same as when he first got here.]

Rare enough that I don't constantly worry about it.

Close enough. [Nothing really stays the same - obviously new passengers come and old passengers leave, and that's change enough. But "for the most part" is a step up in a lot of ways from everything that's been happening at home recently.]

Good. Be nice to have a break.