calling all nosy comms officers

[catamite]

Who: Nelkeila Tarid
Broadcast: Open! And then encrypted!
Action: Three Twins
When: Before the Shuffle

[the elf is half-dressed at his comms station as usual, wrapped in a sheet that he has dragged from his bunk, like a slob. he's settled in there, with a snack and an idea. and this idea sprouted its way into his head while paging through the frequencies, listening in on conversations--both public and encrypted--like any good, nosy comms officer.

it makes him wonder if there's anyone else out there doing the same thing. so, he starts out with a normal, bland, video broadcast. just some smiley elven guy derping around on the network.]

So... you ever wonder why they pick certain people to bring here? Like, what it is about them that makes them think "hey, this guy would be perfect for our show?"

There are so many people now, and... I don't know... everybody's really different, I think. It just makes me wonder.

[and then, with a few taps of the keyboard, he quietly sets up an encryption, so that only curious folks with a comms augment can break in and see the rest of the broadcast--]

→ encrypted
[and he can't help but laugh and let his eyes go dramatically wide, shaking his head.]

Because, wow... some of these people are weird.

[he's not really expecting much of a response, honestly. he is perhaps underestimating how many comms folks there might be poking around in the encrypted corners of the network.]

Comments

encrypted; video

[faithfulwisdom]

[A laugh]

I would agree, if I were not so certain that others would say precisely the same of me.

encrypted; video

[catamite]

[oh hey. Nel immediately straightens up in his seat, smiling bright and praying that his hair isn't a mess when he sees this face appear on his screen.]

Ha, why would you say that?

[faithfulwisdom]

Oh, come now. You think I do not realize when I am the odd man out? [He doesn't seem bothered by it, though.] I am the lone representative of my world; much of what I say must, by necessity, sound strange. To say nothing of my manner of speech. [Yeah, he's at least that self aware.]

[catamite]

[though Finrod is completely right with everything he's saying, Nel still scoffs.]

Are you kidding? That just makes you sound smart.

There are way weirder people than you.

[faithfulwisdom]

Oh? [He leans forward, mischief twinkling in his eyes.] Give me an example, then.

[He's a royal; he can gossip with the best of them.]

[catamite]

[oh man, the excitement just radiates out of him, as he busts out in a real grin and hunkers in closer to his screen.

the princely elf guy wants to gossip with him! this is the coolest ever.]

Well... I was going to tell you about the guys made out of, like... plants and wood and stuff, but I guess you already have talking trees and stuff, huh?

[faithfulwisdom]

Oh, Middle Earth has them, but it is not as though I have seen a great many Ents in my time.

Not enough that I am not startled when I meet a man composed entirely of plants. We have met- and he is a fine healer, but I must say it took a great deal of effort not to stare.