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[nightroadsaint]

Who: Abel Nightroad and open to everyone
Broadcast: Accidental video, fleetwide
Action: Here, there, and everywhere, wandering around, Marsiva. Someone please help him.
When: Backdated to yesterday March 1st (Friday) before he gets transferred to SS Caprine the next day, and the ship is under attack.

[Good afternoon, Fleet. There's a tall, silver-haired, bespectacled gentleman wearing what seems like a priest garb of his fashion, wandering around the ship's halls. He was a bit of a mess, his hair tangled, and very groggy because he just woke up and had slept for a very long time.

Smiling into the camera.]

Um...right hello? Hello? Hellooooo? Is this thing on and working? So, I just woke up from a very long nap. I think I'm dreaming, but...am I really in outer space? I just take a look out the windows and all I see are stars, lots of them. I wonder how I end up here...

My name is Father Abel Nightroad. It's nice to meet you.

I hope everything is for free here, I ran out of money. I thank you for the free desserts and hospitality. Can I help myself to the food here? I would like lunch...I'm very hungry. I didn't have breakfast today. Your help is appreciated, I think I'm lost.

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[nightroadsaint]

Hello, nice to meet you!

Wait. Money? Money?! I need to earn money to buy things around here?! But I just got here and now I have to find work already...

Well, wish me luck on that if I could help it! My paycheck came from the Vatican and I couldn’t get in touch with the payroll department.

[Because you know, he’s on a ship in outer space.]

May I ask, how do people earn money around here? Do they have to work? I may have to find work in that case.

[Silly Abel haven’t figure out the function of his chef augment...yet.]

[jolting]

[He makes a thoughtful noise. He never really thought about priests being paid before]

Everyone has an assigned job on the ship. You should find yours out pretty soon. But... ah, has anyone told you about the television show yet? This is all apparently some huge entertainment program and we're the stars. You get money based on how much the audience likes you.

[nightroadsaint]

[Weeeell, it's a stipend meaning the Vatican gives him a salary allowance.]

Ah, I see. An assigned job...[He's taking notes!] I hope to find one eventually.

Ah? Oh, no, no, nobody told me! But I had been told that we're all kidnapped. I came to the conclusion that we're kidnapped by invisible aliens and this is all an experiment.

[Ah...ha ha ha. A television show. It's a good thing the priest is open-minded to this concept!]

So now those invisible aliens recorded us too...? For entertainment? Well, I must say that's an odd way to keep us under surveillance and getting paid for it. I'm not sure what I can offer since most likely my Sunday program will bore them. I'm a priest after all.

[jolting]

I guess you don't have reality television in your world. This isn't that strange compared with some shows I've heard of.

[He looks amused] You'll have to be extra entertaining the rest of the week.

[nightroadsaint]

I wouldn't know...? I don't have much time to watch television. I'm always traveling and on the go for my job.

[In other words Abel has no clue. Poor man. Also poor aliens.]

I have no idea how to do that. Unless you have advice and tips on how to entertain our new alien overlords, I'm all ears! Otherwise, they'll have made to do with an hour or two of my Sunday mass specials.

[jolting]

As far as I can tell, they like the same things as people. Or I assume so since my fiance and I do all right. [He shrugs] They also like it when you socialize with your crew.

[nightroadsaint]

Hmm, now I'm wondering what else they like if they're like us?

[With a nod.] That's good advice. Thank you. I shall work on that. [Since socializing isn't really the shy priest's strong suit.] I shall try. Cooperation is very important it seems.

[jolting]

Well, yeah. That's the whole point of being on a ship crew. Not saying I'm an expert at working well with others, but I do my best as the doctor.