case 001

[balancetheblood]

Who: Lucky, and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: the Marsiva
When: at least a few hours before shuffle

[ When the video begins, whoever is using the communication station is standing, so you can only see their midsection (an amethyst-purple sweater under a black-and-amethyst plaid flannel shirt).

The owner of said sweater mutters to herself for a moment. ] Can't tell if it's working even with something in my brain telling me how it works...

[ There's another moment, the person moving, and then she finally sits down, revealing a woman with an unnaturally-angular (for a human, which she's clearly not) face, pale fog-grey eyes, and sharply pointed ears (though not as dramatically pointed as the sin'dorei on the fleet). Also a floppy knit hat, in the same shade of purple as her shirts. Man, what's up with this lady and purple, right?

She purses her lips and raises an eyebrow. ]

I don't suppose I'd be lucky enough to just be separated from the other Amethysts in some game in the Ring?

Yeah. Didn't think so. I'm Lucky, can anyone tell me if there's anyone from a place called Aather here?

[ Whether "Lucky" is her name or just a statement is unclear from her tone. ]

Comments

[justamobster]

Lucky, huh? S'cute. [ And so not Toby. But maybe it's wishful thinking. From what he knew of her life back home, her luck could use some turning around. ]

Guess this ain't the time t'go mentionin' most ships don't got coffee pots, huh? [ Unless she managed to ditch her caffeine addiction... ]

[balancetheblood]

[ That revelation prompts... a much less intense reaction than he probably expected. Just sort of a resigned sigh. ]

Well, it's not like I've had coffee since I got to Aather, anyway. Is there tea, at least?

[justamobster]

Yeah, yeah, there's tea. Food's somethin' else, though. Somethin' called protein gel. 'Bout as pleasant as that sounds.

[balancetheblood]

Blech. [ She makes a face ] Goodie. I'd rather go back to salted meats and stuff, thanks.