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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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[It seems almost ludicrous that the Atroma are continuing to bring new people in while they're all crammed onto the Marsiva and being plunged into each other's mindscapes. Connor has some sympathy with the new man, as it's a confusing situation at the best of times. He clicks the communicator on to respond in kind, since most of these questions are easily answered.]

Hello, Father Nightroad. My name is Connor. I've received your message so rest assured your communicator is working.

I can confirm you're in space, on a space-faring vessel. Anything you find on this ship in terms of food is free of charge.

[Indeed, so Abel will find out very quickly that while being on Marvisa, it's going to be a very bumpy ride! So Abel will try to hold onto his communicator as he speaks into while the ship has turbulence and shakes from the attacks from the other ships.]

Yes, I asked the staff around here a couple of times, but everyone looks so rather busy. So, I thank you kindly for answering.

May I ask, it is usually peaceful around here? I rather think this does not this happen every day! I must confess, I had no idea what's going on, but I believe this ship is under attack.

[And there's going to be another turbulence of the ship, where Abel is going to lose his balance and holding the wall for support.]

[The feed offered to him is one of a very kind-eyed man in his mid-30s, smiling amicably. When he speaks, his voice is calm to spite the situation, a deep baritone and is both welcoming and comforting.]

Hello, Father. I'm Aaron. It's nice to meet you. We are in outer space, and it's...crazy, I know. If you're on the Marsiva, then yes, you can take the food that's offered. It's better than starving, and you'll earn more money. If you have any other questions, let me know. I'd be happy to help.

Edited 2019-03-03 21:10 (UTC)

[Yup, things are quite turbulent on Marsiva for today. The ship is shaking at times due to the attacks. Abel firmly holds his communicator to speak into it.]

Hello, Aaron. It's nice to meet you too. I thank you kindly as I had figured out the rest of the staff on the ship and I found my lunch already. It just that everyone looked so busy and in a hurry.

I just arrived here actually. Are things usually this chaotic? Is there any chance things will get peaceful around here eventually and calm down?

I've never seen this happen before, if I'm honest. Stay safe, Abel. I'm sorry you're trapped in this crossfire.

[Kitty happens to be walking one direction down the hall as Abel moves toward her. She slows her pace, seeing the unfamiliar face in an outfit that immediately makes her think of her teammate who is not going to love that. But that's a problem for another time.]

I don't think I've seen you around. [There are definitely people she's never spoken to or people she doesn't know well, but she goes through the network. She knows the faces. And even if she didn't they've been on this ship for over a month in close quarters now.]

[Abel just happens to wander around, exploring the ship when she approached him. He's a new face. He still wears clothes from his world, and by the looks of his garb, and the heavy rosary with a cross hanging from his neck, he's a priest. He stops and gives a friendly wave.]

Hello! I think I'm new here. [He pushed his glasses up and smiles.] I just woke up and I have some nice friendly personnel who told me that everything is free here and I'm on a ship in outer space. Fancy that!

I see...fancy that! I'm in outer space on a ship. That's a weird thing to wake up to. I never knew interstellar space can advance this far.

I hope things get calmer around here. One of the staff says the captain will try to get things under control.

Personnel, huh? I think those were probably just other abductees. It's not like we're on a spa getaway with an entertainment director. [Do those things even go together? She's not sure. Her world was broken before she was an adult.]

Wait, so you're suddenly on an unfamiliar spaceship in the middle of who knows where and that's cool with you because stuff is free?

[--well, that's concerning.]

Usually yes. You've arrived at a particularly unusual time. [A pause, before he continues with a note of some concern.] You should consider standing in a doorway where there's less chance of being hit by falling objects.

Hello, Father.

You can help yourself to food. Everything on the ship is free, but once we get to a planet you'll need money to buy things.

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.]

Edited 2019-03-05 14:22 (UTC)

They are....other abductees? Please tell me if we are kidnapped by aliens, because I would love to have a word with them and their leaders. I’m always fascinated in the study and research of other life forms in the universe! But I guess they won’t tell me how they transport me and physically got me
here.

Oh, are there are spas around? I may have to check them out! Who knew the facility is that well equipped?

[Oh right the money bit!]

Well, I’m broke as in there’s no money in my wallet and I’m very impressed by the hospitality. If it’s free, then that’s what I call stellar service!

Well, for everyone there's sake, I hope he's successful.

[He does chuckle slightly, though, nodding.]

Yeah, it's...something. I never thought I'd be in outer space, either. It's...not exactly something people would call easy in my world. [Even before the fall.]

[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.

[Quite concerning...! But he took his advice and find a good doorway to stand to keep his balance.]

Looks like I came at a bad time then. I shall find a safe place to hide until this is over!

I hope in case of an emergency like this one, there should be an evacuation plan for passengers. I do hope so. I may have to inquire about the staff for more details on escape routes. But I'm quite optimistic and things will turn out all right in the end.

[With a sigh, accepting the fact that he could be millions upon millions of lightyears away from his version of Earth. Or even in another dimension since there are are many people who mentioned coming in from different worlds.]

Anyway, I hope you don't mind me asking, but you mentioned about earning money. What do people need money for? And how does one earn money around here? It's not a foreign concept for me since I received a stipend from the Vatican. But I would think that by being kidnapped by some invisible aliens, I would think and wondered why they would invent money out of necessity for the rest of us.

And what's your world is like? Is it anything like Earth?

[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.

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.

So, your general priority list is aliens then spas then free stuff? Okay...

The Atroma don't really show themselves for chats, but if they're from a version of Earth they have very advanced technology or powers or both. So, I think people tend to assume alien especially because we're in space. Not that everyone who got abducted is from Earth.

And there's nothing I'd call a spa here. There's a place to get your hair cut on the Iskaulit. Not really a spa though.

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.

Yes, and should there be spas, there must be a jacuzzi! I have to inquire them on that! And perhaps ask them about Universal peace too.

[Abel listened.]

So, this Atroma...is that their name? Ah, I see. What a shame. What shame. I have so many questions to ask of them, and I would think their consciousness is very much advanced like the technology that I had seen so far. I would assume they have some divinity because of the power and control of crossing people across dimensions.

Universal peace? Sure. You do that.

[She tilts her head.] You look like a priest, but you're willing to say these could be gods? As in plural? [She's not mad at the thought, just curious.]

I don't see why not, but I was thinking that it's a sentient force and intelligence that is beyond our human understanding and comprehension. I was thinking of terms like...the Atroma is an interdimensional being who understands quantum physics and science to cross an organic body through a wormhole and teleport on a ship.

[Oops, that a lot of science jargon he's rambling. Chipper beat.]

Oh nevermind. Anyway, I am a priest by profession. But long before that, I had a career as a scientist with the Aerospace Force. Back in the day, me and my team, we are responsible for the colonization on the planet Mars. It was a disastrous project, but when we were on the planet, we did go looking searching for alien life forms on the surface, but all we find is rocks and red sand.

I became a priest when too many lives were lost after the project ended.

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.

[Aaron's expression turns sympathetic even before he begins to speak.]

Well, we're part of a fleet that's moving through the galaxy. We visit a lot of different worlds, and we need the money to...buy things there. As for earning it...they kidnapped us for an intergalactic television show. They pay us for...being on it, I guess.

[He smiles.] It is Earth.

[After the apocalypse, but that counts, right?]

Ah. [It's a small utterance but she says it with more compassion than you might normally expect it.]

It's possible. We really don't know much about them. How many there are. If they are even a plural they. If it's technology, powers, magic, evolution or some combination that lets them do what they do. And it's always possible they aren't doing everything we think they're doing.

Sorry about Mars. Sounds like we're from different Earths. [Though she always assumes at least that much.]

You shouldn't be on that ship for long. The shuffle will soon place you on one of the other Fleet vessels, which will be your effective 'home' for the duration of your stay.

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.

[He simply shrugs and simply smiles.] It's okay, it happened a long time ago.

I see. I guess it's for the best to not to think too much about it. I mean, I don't feel any different when I'm here or back home. So I'm guessing they gave us permission to have certain comforts to make us feel like at him.

[Yup, he can be accepting as much as free food is provided. Now he's curious.]

Different Earths...? What do you mean?

Permission. [She says it with some disgust. Not a lot of disgust. Polite company disgust? She's not a fan of what the Atroma are doing even if she's better off for it.]

Was there a multi-worlds theory where you were from? Parallel dimensions? A multiverse? [He talked about having a scientific background so she figured there was a chance he at least had a frame work for how this might work.]

In theory. Yes, there are theories, but they existed as scientific theories. Well, fancy that. I guess being here proves that such a thing can exist and it's not speculative fiction.

Say, if that theory is for real, what year was it for you in your Earth?

[Being optimistic to that news.]

I shall be moving to another ship soon? Well, that's good news! I sure do hope so. Now I wonder what that home ship will be like? I hope it's nice and accommodating like this ship.

[He'll just have to wait and see. Until then, he just has to ride out this bumpy ride in the meanwhile!]

[~~How dare you, sir! Never ask a comic book character their world's age!~~] I'm not sure it would even matter since we can also be pulled from different points in time too and different worlds could develop on different tracks or count time differently.

I see... I guess they preferred Earth humans for their show.

Well, I guess that makes sense. That's the most easiest way to make money I ever heard of.

[For a priest, he seems to be very accepting of it as a fact!]

From what I have seen so far, everyone is well-taken care of, so I guess there's nothing to worry about. I guess they're mostly harmless...?

Though Earth...I'm going to miss it. I hope they provide something comfortable like Earth if they want us to make it worth their while.

[~~He's only curious and just simply asking! Derp...help him.~~

He'll take that as an answer for now. In other words, he can tell it's a whatever year as long he's here.]

You mean calenders and keeping time is rather useless? Well, farewell to on the clock schedule then!

I was only curious because I want to compare and contrast how different our Earths is by using time as a measure. But if Atroma has that ability....

[It may lead to his questions on time-bending and time-traveling. Still, anyway, changing the subject.]

Well, anyway, enough of that. That can't be helped. Someone told me about this shuffle. So I won't stay on this ship for long?

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.

[Connor's eyebrows tick up a bit. He wouldn't characterise the Marsiva as 'accommodating', but that's in part due to his intense misgivings about the whole situation. This man is new and may not realise the gravity of it all yet.]

They're smaller, but tend to be more personalised by the crew. You can also move between ships freely, which is something the Marsiva does not offer.

[~~Totally understandable and newp!~~]

Well, maybe not useless. We still have a system in the fleet so you can make lunch plans and stuff.

Mm...Under normal circumstances the most you'd ever spend on the Marsiva is a week if you arrived right after a shuffle. It's usually less. These aren't normal circumstances. We don't know when or if—although that's a little dramatic—we'll be leaving. I would guess soon.

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