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[verholy]

Who: Naltryd and you!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Red Fish & Iskaulit
When: Post shuffle



Broadcast

[At first, nothing is on screen but a wall. The camera shifts, then topples to the floor with a crash. There's a muttered curse as it shakes, and before finally tilting up to look at a very confused young woman, her brow furrowed.]

What is this device? Garlean? Allagan?

[She mutters to herself, clearly having no idea this is a communication device.]

And for that matter, where in the love of Hydaelyn am I? This couldn't possibly be a prank, not with everything going on. An Ascian trick, perhaps? ...Talking to myself won't solve this.

[But where can she even start?]



Red Fish

[While she's the type to roll with the punches, this? This is something completely different from even the craziest of things she's experienced back home. After fiddling about with the strange device, she begins to wander the halls of the strange ship she's on.

The confetti and pudding are...odd. Honestly, with her luck, she ought to have put the pudding aside in case it was drugged. Baffled as she is, however, she takes the tiniest bit of comfort in the sweet treat as she ambles her way through the hallways.]



Iskaulit

[To say that Naltryd is a fish out of water might be the biggest understatement in the world. While she's had plenty of run ins with Allagan technology, and though less mysterious, Garlean technology, this world is even more incomprehensible. She's sailing among a sea of stars in a vessel unlike anything she'd ever seen before. An airship, yet there is no air outside.

She finds herself wandering the ship known as the Iskaulit, exploring each area of what seems to be the largest of this fleet. It amazes her how a single ship can contain everything from restaurants to parks to libraries to training areas, and more. It's a small city in itself.

One can catch her at any part of the ship, mostly wide eyed and baffled as she takes everything in. At some point, she retires to a bar, sipping at an alcoholic beverage she's never tried before. Even the rum in this place tastes different.]

Comments

Red Fish

[wakemelater]

[Ah, there she is. Nico set aside some time to meet the newcomers shuffled onto the Red Fish. Now the hard part: saying something.]

Hello.

[It's a start.]

[verholy]

[She'll just be looking down at this boy, who honestly, looks as if he could have used the pudding she'd just recently had.]

Ah, hello there. Would you be able to tell me exactly what is going on here?

[Naltryd doesn't look distressed, but she's very, very confused.]

[wakemelater]

I might. [He's done his best to understand their circumstances. Explaining it, that's something else.]

Did anyone fill you in on the alien abduction reality TV show part?

[verholy]

Alien... Reality TV...?

[This is one woman who is not understanding your terminology.]

What is this "reality TV" you speak of?

[wakemelater]

[Aw, crap. Of course she would ask that. He didn't do a lot of TV watching, ever.]

I think it's when people like watching other people do everyday things? I don't know why anyone would want to. But that's why we're here, I guess. So someone out there can watch us doing... [He waves a hand at the whole lot of nothing interesting going on.]

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[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky's new enough that he didn't realize everyone got the pudding - until he runs into a stranger eating some of her own.] Huh. You got some, too?

[verholy]

[Naltryd nearly forgets manners and answers with her mouth full, but. No. She may not be a noble lady, but she can manage common courtesies! Swallowing the pudding and pulling the spoon out of her mouth, she nods.]

Is it customary for people to be taken suddenly to this strange place and be placated with sugary treats?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Honestly? I have no idea, but I'm guessing yes.

[Bucky nods to the pudding cup.] I had 'em, too, is really the only thing I have to go on. But I've only been here a couple weeks.

[He'd offer to shake, but she's kind of got her hands full, so he just says,] Bucky Barnes. I guess I'm the pilot?

[Probably not the thing you want your pilot to sound unsure about, but.]

[verholy]

You guess.

[Not exactly the inspiring vote of confidence Naltryd was hoping for. She places her pudding cup aside on the nearest available surface before holding her hand out in greeting.]

Naltryd Albrecht. What exactly is it that you are the pilot of here?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I guess, [he echoes, smile wry.] No one else on board knows how to fly it, and I do, even though I can't explain how.

[She might feel similarly about something else, maybe - it seems to be pretty common, at least.]

This ship - it's called the Red Fish. Not much crew, but most things seem to function all right on their own. You must be really new?

[To this whole kidnapping thing, he means.] Sorry it happened to you, too.

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[twosoul]

[A fairly cheerful man's voice answers the broadcast, not realizing she hasn't quite grasped the communicators yet.]

Atroma, I think. We're currently drifting in unknown space. Or, well, unknown to us, anyway. I'm sure someone's charted it, but they're not sharing.

[verholy]

Ah--

[She recoils a little at hearing a voice coming out of the device. Is this some sort of large, bulky linkpearl?]

...space? You don't mean the stars above, do you?

[twosoul]

[Ha, he'd made a good guess - not everyone is from a world like his where space travel is normal.]

Yep. The ships we're in sail the Sky, traveling from world to world. There ought to be a window somewhere, if you want to see for yourself.

[verholy]

I have only known ships to sail as far as continent to continent. Certainly not between worlds. I've seen the stars outside, but I only thought it to be night, not...that.

[twosoul]

It's pretty advanced here, got to hand it to them. But it works pretty much like an ocean ship - captains, people at various stations, and we carry our own supplies.

Just, when we get there, it's a whole other world to explore.

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[child_of_luv]

[Oh, hey... someone else covered in confetti with pudding.]

Oh, hi. Are you new here, too?

[verholy]

[Well, at least she isn't the only one.]

So it would seem. I don't suppose you have any clearer idea than I do as to what is going on?

[child_of_luv]

Not yet!

[Minako smiled a bit, but that faded quickly.]

I mean, we have the augments, and apparently they tell us what we need to know. But, beyond this being something like a game show, I have no clue. I'm hoping that some of the people who've been here longer can help us. I'm not sure how much I want to believe from our so-called hosts.

[For a bit, there was that grim seriousness that Minako could display when she got down to business. She wasn't all happy sunshine and ditzy smiles.]

[verholy]

Augments... Would that be what makes me feel this knowledge of weapons I've never yet seen?

[Weapons she doesn't exactly care for either, at that. Naltryd had once given firearms a try, but they definitely weren't her thing.]

I don't know what this "game show" is that you speak of, unfortunately.

[child_of_luv]

I think so, yes! Are you security?

[Minako paused for a moment as she considered her next answer.]

Well,... a game show is like a contest, but it's done in a way that a looooot of people can see it.

red fish;;

[postocular]

[ Come on, the pudding isn't that bad. At least it doesn't have that weird film on top?? As she's wandering the halls with pudding in hand, Carl comes down the hallway in the opposite direction. He'd heard the fanfare over the speaker system and knows what it means, but he's never in a rush to bombard new crew. ] Finding your way around?

[verholy]

[When you've had a history of getting drugged on multiple occasions, mysterious food tends to be looked at with extra suspicion, alright.

She blinks, looking at the person before her.]

I, ah, in a manner. I take it you live here?

[postocular]

[ Okay, that's fair. ] Yeah. Guess you're one of the new crew. Do you want me to show you to your room?

[verholy]

I already have an assigned room?

[Right, then.]

I'd be happy to take you up on that, then.

[postocular]

Yeah, everyone does. Your name will be on the outside and everything. [ He nods down the hallway. ] Sure, no problem.