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

[got_it_memorized]

I mean I've heard of a wooden leg before, but... wood all over? [He scratches his head. Well, there was Pinocchio...] He's not a puppet or something, is he?

[As soon as the word 'puppet' leaves his lips he makes a bit of a face, like the word leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but the feeling is gone just as quickly, and he moves on.]

Yeah, he seriously glows in the dark. It's kinda wild, he's like a walking night light.

[catamite]

That's so weird. How do plant people even work? ...And is that what a wooden guy would be considered?

I don't know how he even moves. Don't you need, like... muscles and stuff?

[got_it_memorized]

Photosynthesis, probably. Though I'm not sure how that works in space, to be honest.

[He rubs his chin.]

Well, you need like... strings to move a puppet, usually, but if he doesn't have any... [He shakes his head.] I dunno, man, that's just kind of insane. Let's hope he's careful in the kitchen. [Being made of wood would suck if you got too close to the stove.]

[catamite]

Maybe he's magic.

[he's not even going to try to wrap his head around what photosynthesis means.]

Though, I asked him if he was cursed or something... and that just made him mad.

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel attempts to hide laughter behind his hand.]

You asked him if he was cursed? [He fails at hiding the laughter, sorry Nel.] Well, yeah, that would piss me off too.

I dunno, I guess maybe there's a world out there where people are just... made of wood. I always kinda believe Stranger Things Could Happen. Just when I think I've seen it all, something else seems to crop up.

[catamite]

[h-he laughs too! mostly because Axel is laughing.]

Well-- yeah! I thought there might be something wrong with him. I was worried.

...But, I guess everyone is like that where he's from.