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driftfleet2018-12-08 07:52 pm
permanentlyexhaustedbird) wrote in driftfleet2018-12-08 07:52 pm
Entry tags:
Grumpy Bird
Who: Robin
Broadcast: Yes?
Action: Marsiva & SS Goldstone
When: 4/12 - 8/12
MARSIVA
[Tim wishes he could say he woke up alert and already assessing his environment but the truth is, he's very slow, very groggy and extremely confused when he first edges towards consciousness. It's only the cold from the barren Hospitality Deck that speeds up the process. He curls up and tries to reach for blankets that his sleepy mind tell him should be there. Only their absence has him sitting up to assess his current surroundings.]
First Hour
[Tim's first priority is his own body. He appeared here still in his Red Robin uniform and after a quick pat down, he realise that's all he's been left with. No grappling gun, no bo staff which he is not happy about but at least his identity is still safe.
Standing he notices the large viewing bay first and is immediately drawn to it. Hands find themselves against the glass-like surface and he cranes to see all he can. The constellations are wrong; well not wrong but wrong for any system Tim has in his memory. He takes a couple of hurried steps back as if to take in the bigger picture. Shoulders squared, breathes coming in and out to a precise mental count, his head cocks to take in the screen playing out the default Drift Fleet Encouragement Messages.
Deep breathe in, slow breathe out.
Stuck out in an unknown system, on an unknown ship, for entertainment purposes.
Perimeter check. Yes, we can handle that.]
First 24 Hours
[The perimeter check happens. Tim goes over the entire Hospitality Deck with a fine tooth comb. First he goes over it in a basic walk through, then he ransacks the entire place; strips the beds of any sheets, opens every cupboard and every container. Then he puts everything back exactly where it was before. If it wasn't so sterile to begin with you'd swear it was neater than before.
Anything small enough in the Medical Bay will be sneaked away into pockets in the belt.
Samples of the water is steamed and then frozen and then defrosted before the food get a familiar assortment of tests. Unless he finds something that resembles coffee he does not consume any of it.]
The Next 48 Hours
[Sleep doesn't happen, it doesn't even appear to be considered. He walks along each wall, running his fingers along looking for seams and he spends a little time using the kitchen cutlery trying to pry it away at the seams.
He gives up.
He spends a little time pacing in front of the large viewing windows.
He eventually finds or clears a large empty area and falls into a series of katas. This continues for hours until Tim is a panting sweating mess on the floor.
Tim approaches the showers and glares at the walls suspiciously looking for cameras. He glares at the showers. He leaves, stripping one of the cots of a sheet and ripping it long strips from it. He then weirdly flips his cape over his head and shoulders. When he emerges, the strips of cloth are being used as a make shift zorro style mask and the cowl from the Red Robin uniform has been removed. Shower is had.
Unfortunately after re-emmerging, Tim seems to have gotten an idea and anything resembling a sheet or blanket is pulled from wherever it lives, chairs and cots are rearranged however he can manage and over a couple of hours a blanket fort is constructed in the Hospitality Deck.
Anything that resembles alfoil/aluminium/or that makes a crinkly noise is placed around the perimeter and through the most obvious entrance as Tim disappears inside.
The Last 24 Hours
[Tim sleeps.]
SS GOLDSTONE
[Tim jumps and is on his feet in seconds when confetti and welcoming music suddenly break the absolute silence of the Marsiva; or what was the Marsiva anyway. Surprised eyes scan over what looks like.. a lounge? It certainly looks more lived in than the last one.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[He doesn't drop his defensive stance as he turns to take in the exits to this room. His cowl is still down but his make shift 'zorro' mask remains on. It looks silly.]
If you're an alien who has kidnapped me, I'd very much like to speak to you?
[Speak to you, beat you up, he can multitask.]
Broadcast: Yes?
Action: Marsiva & SS Goldstone
When: 4/12 - 8/12
MARSIVA
[Tim wishes he could say he woke up alert and already assessing his environment but the truth is, he's very slow, very groggy and extremely confused when he first edges towards consciousness. It's only the cold from the barren Hospitality Deck that speeds up the process. He curls up and tries to reach for blankets that his sleepy mind tell him should be there. Only their absence has him sitting up to assess his current surroundings.]
First Hour
[Tim's first priority is his own body. He appeared here still in his Red Robin uniform and after a quick pat down, he realise that's all he's been left with. No grappling gun, no bo staff which he is not happy about but at least his identity is still safe.
Standing he notices the large viewing bay first and is immediately drawn to it. Hands find themselves against the glass-like surface and he cranes to see all he can. The constellations are wrong; well not wrong but wrong for any system Tim has in his memory. He takes a couple of hurried steps back as if to take in the bigger picture. Shoulders squared, breathes coming in and out to a precise mental count, his head cocks to take in the screen playing out the default Drift Fleet Encouragement Messages.
Deep breathe in, slow breathe out.
Stuck out in an unknown system, on an unknown ship, for entertainment purposes.
Perimeter check. Yes, we can handle that.]
First 24 Hours
[The perimeter check happens. Tim goes over the entire Hospitality Deck with a fine tooth comb. First he goes over it in a basic walk through, then he ransacks the entire place; strips the beds of any sheets, opens every cupboard and every container. Then he puts everything back exactly where it was before. If it wasn't so sterile to begin with you'd swear it was neater than before.
Anything small enough in the Medical Bay will be sneaked away into pockets in the belt.
Samples of the water is steamed and then frozen and then defrosted before the food get a familiar assortment of tests. Unless he finds something that resembles coffee he does not consume any of it.]
The Next 48 Hours
[Sleep doesn't happen, it doesn't even appear to be considered. He walks along each wall, running his fingers along looking for seams and he spends a little time using the kitchen cutlery trying to pry it away at the seams.
He gives up.
He spends a little time pacing in front of the large viewing windows.
He eventually finds or clears a large empty area and falls into a series of katas. This continues for hours until Tim is a panting sweating mess on the floor.
Tim approaches the showers and glares at the walls suspiciously looking for cameras. He glares at the showers. He leaves, stripping one of the cots of a sheet and ripping it long strips from it. He then weirdly flips his cape over his head and shoulders. When he emerges, the strips of cloth are being used as a make shift zorro style mask and the cowl from the Red Robin uniform has been removed. Shower is had.
Unfortunately after re-emmerging, Tim seems to have gotten an idea and anything resembling a sheet or blanket is pulled from wherever it lives, chairs and cots are rearranged however he can manage and over a couple of hours a blanket fort is constructed in the Hospitality Deck.
Anything that resembles alfoil/aluminium/or that makes a crinkly noise is placed around the perimeter and through the most obvious entrance as Tim disappears inside.
The Last 24 Hours
[Tim sleeps.]
SS GOLDSTONE
[Tim jumps and is on his feet in seconds when confetti and welcoming music suddenly break the absolute silence of the Marsiva; or what was the Marsiva anyway. Surprised eyes scan over what looks like.. a lounge? It certainly looks more lived in than the last one.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[He doesn't drop his defensive stance as he turns to take in the exits to this room. His cowl is still down but his make shift 'zorro' mask remains on. It looks silly.]
If you're an alien who has kidnapped me, I'd very much like to speak to you?
[Speak to you, beat you up, he can multitask.]
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[He's definitely given this speech a few times. Belth appreciates that this guy is getting to the point and not trying to bullshit him too much.] Hmmm... immune system. All right, I'll remember that. I don't think it's too tall of an order to put more fruits and vegetables in, as long as I keep an eye on what we have in the cupboards.
[He nods approvingly.]
I appreciate it. I'm not much of a hunter, if my mage aura -- [he gestures to his robes] -- didn't give me away already.
Do you have any questions?
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[He has so many many questions but he'll try to limit himself]
Do we have to hunt our food in space? as opposed to buying it? I've not got a lot of experience in hunting but will do my best.
I've seen mages do a lot of destructive things so I wasn't going to dismiss your hunter abilities, to be honest.
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[He's wordy and tends to question-dump when he's interested in something, so he takes it in stride.]
Not exactly. The rations we're given come out of a machine in the kitchen. It's sort of like mushy tofu, if you've ever had that. I prefer not to depend on it when possible. Normally there's some semblance of life on the planets we visit, so that's when I tend to barter with the locals for actual food ingredients.
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Wait so your father has been taken twice? but doesn't remember it? but you know of it? Was it at the same time? How do you know he was returned safely? How much time had passed while he was gone?
Well, I'm sure I'm competent enough to do grocery shopping at the least.
One burning question I have [On top of all the others], where do I stay? do we each get individual rooms?
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It makes me wonder if there's really a 'show' at all.
[Boy that's a lot of questions but Belthazar talks fast so he can keep up.] He remembered things when he came back here, but he couldn't remember the Fleet when he was at home. It was the same for me. Our stays here overlapped just a few months. As for how much time passed when he returned-- none. No time passed whatsoever. Your life pauses when you're taken here, and when they're done with you, you're returned right where you left off. I've lost track of how many times I've 'gone' and woken up here again, but I can say that with absolute certainty.
[So many questions, but this is the easiest one. Belthazar holds up his pointer finger.]
You get your own room! The ships all start off with these terrible bunk beds, but we can put our stipend into purchasing upgrades for the ship at large. At this point most ships are upgraded, so you get a little room with a hatch door and a bed inside. And you can decorate it or fill it with furniture to your heart's content.
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You think the show idea is a ruse? what would that achieve? [Despite that he's still giving some thought] I mean I thought it might be a social experiment or maybe even a zoo of sorts.
I don't understand why you'd take someone multiple times either but thank you it's an incredible relief to know that my family won't know I've been gone at the very least.
Thank you for answering all my questions.
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That would just solidify being something else's entertainment, right? We are being watched by something if the Hosts are any indication, but we don't know what Atroma is. Not really.
[He nods.]
Of course. Being here for a stupid length of time ought to help somebody, right?
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There are multiple reasons to observe people even for zoos purposes. Entertainment is only one of them but I haven't heard about the Hosts?
I'm sorry this keeps happening to you and your family.
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Yes. It's rare, but it does happen. After a couple of weeks the person is revived. I don't know much more than that.
[He taps his chin.]
The Hosts are like... supposed mascots of the show. They're dramatic and kind of mean sometimes. They only ever show up on the network and not all that frequently-- usually only when big things happen. And they dodge questions like no one else.
It's okay. At this point I've accepted my life is kind of a mess. This isn't even the first time I've been kidnapped to a different plane of existence.
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I guess I'll experience the hosts myself at some point. I suppose it makes sense if they are at least pretending that this is a reality tv show.
It sounds like your life is like that Chinese curse. 'May you live in interesting times'
What other planes of existences have you seen?
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[He tilts his head slightly. He's never heard that before, so it must be an idiom from this guy's world.]
To be specific, I was originally kidnapped by an organization trying to overthrow a tyrannical country. They thought sending strangers back in time to fight for them would change the course of Earth's history. I'm told that it eventually worked, but it also didn't work quite like they intended, which is just as well-- you shouldn't force people to fight for you.
Mages quite frequently dabble in other planes by nature of dimensional magic, and I've seen glimpses of the elemental planes of course, but I've never had an extended stay in one.
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My experiences with dimension magic and time travel all tend to go very badly so I'm going to honest I don't see the appeal of experimenting in it?
Although I'm also happy to learn from your experiences. What do you mean by the elemental plans? I mean I get an idea just from the name alone but how do they differ from just different dimensions?
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[He's a little hot about that, but that's the way Belthazar is. His temper flares and changes direction like a small flame.]
... At any rate... you did ask a question. The elemental planes are tied to the main one-- the material plane-- and they're populated by elementals and creatures deeply tied to that element. For example, the Plane of Fire looks kind of like the inside of a volcano, if a volcano had more volcanoes inside of it. Each elemental plane has a ruler, too, and they're sometimes worshiped as gods.
If I tried to access the Plane of Fire from here, I don't think it would work. The one I'm familiar with is tied to the world I came from.
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That, yeah that was a bit blind of me. I don't do normal or idle well anymore. I didn't really think that comment through.
[Always pushing at the sensitive hurts bits he is.]
I imagine that the Atroma might have a lot of portal or dimension magic blocked off? Otherwise, I imagine they'd have people escaping a lot.
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You are correct. Things can be summoned from other planes temporarily on occasion, and you might be able to cross from one ship to the other with a portal or a teleportation spell, but anything more than that is incredibly risky. Every mage has tried it at least once and the results vary from 'nothing happened at all' to 'everything exploded'.
It's not the most optimistic ratio.
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No, it's definitely an effective deterrent against trying it. My first thought is there would be something on Marsiva that blocks it? Since it's well, the most obvious idea.
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It doesn't even have to be on the Marsiva. [He taps his temple.] As long as we're connected to them via the augments, they can do practically anything to our bodies. One would think removing the augments would be the solution but it's never so simple; that leads to excruciating pain and then death, or so I've heard.
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It's certainly not something I'd recommend experimenting with. But the ones called the Interceptors are free and occasionally in contact, so maybe they can drop us a hint next time they're around.
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The Interceptors hey? are these people who have escaped? and if so, if they've dropped in before why not take people with them?
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[He nods.]
They're the ones who escaped, yes, but I don't think they're able to take us with them. I haven't spoken to them before, exactly, but... When you stay on a planet and the Marsiva floats out of range, you get transported back onto the deck where everyone wakes up.
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[Even if they don't seem to have returned to their home worlds. It is at least something]
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