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[epistemically]

Who: Krolia + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes Marsiva, SS Twin Roses
When: First 48 hours of arrival



MARSIVA - Hospitality Deck: Arrival Video

[ Waking up in a foreign place was extremely unpleasant. Krolia had assumed she was still in the hospital, by her son's side after their fierce battle-- she soon discovered she was wrong. She wasn't alone: There is a human male, with a metal arm (That wasn't Shiro, unfortunately), but she hadn't approached him quite yet. She awoke with a start, immediately going for her luxite blade only to find she had been disarmed, her clothing clean and repaired from previous encounters. She turns her attention to the camera. ]

I'm not used to this sort of hospitality while being imprisoned. [ A beat. ] Your attempt to placate me is noted, but I will not cooperate.

[ That is to say, she will not cooperate depending on what they are asking of her. If it had to do with her son? She will do everything to make sure he was safe. ]

MARSIVA - Hospitality Deck: B o r e d

[ Twenty-four vargas and she was steadily working through all of her meditation efforts. She has attempted training, exploring (as much as she could), and is doing her best to not pace a hole through the floor. Nothing was easing her mind of the situation. She was trapped on a ship in deep space with no idea where in deep space she was. Krolia was disciplined! She could handle being trapped, she could handle being housed in a single area, but the silence from her captors was having her start to question their intentions. ]


SS TWIN ROSES-- Bridge

[ It felt like blinking. One moment she was looking at kicking over a bed on the Hospitality deck for fun, the next she was on the bridge of an entirely new ship. Her stomach twisted, immediately dropping in a defensive stance when she finally had her wits about her. After a moment, she has the sound mind to realize that going on the defensive early on may not be the best.

She relaxes her stance, hands quickly put into a resting position behind her back. She would play their game, so let them try and catch her off guard. ]

I apologize for the sudden entrance. [ Not that she could help it. She moves to pull confetti out of her hair. ] Krolia, reporting for duty.


Fleet Wide Network-- Video

Good evening.

[ She sits with her hands folded, looking into the camera with a stern expression. Her eyes narrow slightly, but she appears relaxed in her new cabin. She has questions but-- she would let people come to her. ]

I am curious about what the point of our arrival. What goal is in mind and what information is anyone willing to share?

Comments

[the_tailor]

If there's a final destination, none of us know it. So far, it's just been like one neverending road trip.

[With cameras. ...He'll have to explain that too soon.]

Uhh, I've been here for a little over a year and a half, I think. Maybe longer? Hard to keep track of sometimes, especially 'cause I've been sent back home only to be yanked right back.

[epistemically]

They must have a destination in mind. Even our ships did not have a never-ending fuel supply.

[ Now that was interesting. ]

Tell me about that. Why would they bring you back if they sent you home?

[the_tailor]

I don't know if a destination really even matters for them. It's kind of more about the journey.

I wish I knew the answer to that, too. I guess they just weren't done with me? Still realized they could get more mileage out of good ol' Lancey Lance. I mean, honestly, I'm kind of...really glad to be back here. Time back home is paused, so it's not like home's gonna be lacking for paladins. Once you get used to the nuances of this place, it's really not too bad.

[epistemically]

Time doesn't just stop. [ She frowns. ] Though that is interesting. It's possible that we could be from different times.

[ Unnerving, but at least she knew that before she encountered the issue. ]

I'm not sure that being held by mysterious captors counts as "not too bad".

[the_tailor]

Well, whatever it is, time works so differently here that when we go back, it's like we never left. And we might be from different times, that definitely happens here. What's the last thing you remember?

[Part of him, granted, is afraid to ask. He remembers how things were briefly with Veronica before he'd gone home and experienced the events back on Earth for himself.]

It's more of what you make of it. I guess... Well, I've gotten opportunities here that I never would have gotten back home, and I don't have to fight all the time. But I'm a gigantic sap, and I'm definitely not very objective, all things considered.

[...Should he just come out and tell her, he wonders.]

[epistemically]

Kolivan and I were with Keith in the hospital. He had just woken up after the fight with Sendak. Are you from a similar time?

[ Part of her worries, deep down, that she is far removed from the paladins in terms of time. She hates not knowing. Knowledge or death, after all. ]

I am sure I will come to get used to this in time. There is little I can do to change the situation. [ Currently, at least. ] What sort of opportunities, if you don't mind me asking?

[the_tailor]

That's where I'm from, yeah. Well, maybe a few days previous. We got discharged from the hospital, but we're still on Earth.

[That makes that easy, at least. Now for the not easy part.]

That, um, well. When you're fighting a war, you don't have a lot of time to focus on the other aspects of your life. You know, like friendship, and uh, romance, and all that. I've gotten to make a lot of new friends here, and connect even more to the ones I already had. And, well...

[epistemically]

[ She raises a brow. ]

Lance, what aren't you telling me?

[the_tailor]

[Okay, Lance. You can do this. Krolia may be tall and super strong and kind of scary but damnit, he's fought an intergalactic war for this long! He can tell his boyfriend's mom about them!]

I'msortofbasicallywellmorethansortofkindofdefinitelydatingyourson?

[Nailed it.]

[epistemically]

Excuse me?

[ Oh yes. She's going to make you repeat it. ]

[the_tailor]

[Whyyyyyy... Lance takes a deep breath. Right. He can't be showing fear in an important moment like this. Even if he does feel kind of terrified.]

Keith and I are together. Romantically together. We've been dating for a year here.

[epistemically]

Is he happy?

[ She could ask Keith, but it was imperative to judge his reaction to such questions. ]

[the_tailor]

Yes.

[Lance gives a quick nod to that.]

What we have, it's something incredibly special. He's the love of my life, and I will never, ever stop working to keep a smile on his face.

[epistemically]

Good. [ A pause. ] I'm glad.

I was the same way with his father. Treat him right, Lance.

[ The "or else" was implied. ]

[the_tailor]

[Oh, he knows that. He swallows hard, but nods.]

Of course I will. Keith is the universe to me. So don't you worry, he's in good hands.

[And he manages a smile. Nervous as it is, there's confidence in it as well.]