action + broadcast; open

[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.]

[verholy]

Why would they want to, indeed?

[She shakes her head.]

You're telling me that someone is watching us somehow?

[wakemelater]

So I've been told. [He scowls.] Don't ask me how. I don't know.

[verholy]

I suppose I've heard of stranger magics, even if it makes little sense.

[As if any of this makes sense.]

My presence is necessary back home. How exactly does one return?

[wakemelater]

From what I've been told, you don't. We're stuck here. For now.

[A way out will surely present itself at some point.]

[verholy]

But I can't be. This is no time for me to be dilly dallying in some foreign land. What is occurring back home is far too important for this!

[wakemelater]

[That seemed to be the story for a lot of people here. At least the war was over back on his world.]

Time is ... weird here. If they took you from a certain point in time, they can put you right back. I haven't experienced it myself, but others have.

[verholy]

You mean to say that when I return, it would be as if I never left?

[That. That is a massive relief, considering the war breaking out.]

[wakemelater]

That's my understanding.

[He brings a hand up.]

I'm Nico, by the way.

[verholy]

Naltryd Albrecht. Though...you can just call me Naltryd. It would be nice to be somewhere to forego surnames and titles.

[Maybe here, she can just be normal. She raises her own hand to shake Nico's, finally giving a small smile down at him.]

[wakemelater]

They won't be be necessary here.

[At least, not on this ship. But he hasn't seen any enforcement of titles elsewhere either.]

[verholy]

Good. Even on a ship here, things are informal... Interesting, though again, I will not complain.

[wakemelater]

I don't think anyone really cares. [Or rather, he doesn't care.] The ships still run, even when key positions are missing.

[verholy]

How is that possible? More technology that I do not understand, it would seem. It appears I have much to learn.

[wakemelater]

[He shrugs.]

Alien magic. I don't know. Your augment should help with some stuff. [He'd never even touched a cell phone back home, but the communicators were easy enough to figure out.] Which one did you get?

[verholy]

Augment, yes, that... Security, I believe, which would explain suddenly knowing about weapons I'd never seen in my life before.

[Though they resemble some Garlean weapons.]

[wakemelater]

Yeah. That makes two of us, then. I'm security, as well.

[They certainly had guns back home, but not like what was here.]