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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.]

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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.

[verholy]

And here I'd thought that visiting another continent was the furthest I would ever travel.

[This is definitely making her head hurt.]

[twosoul]

[The amusement in his voice is pretty clear.]

At least we get to bring our ships with us. They're not home, but they get familiar pretty fast. Makes it a lot easier.

[verholy]

Now that will be an unfamiliar feeling to me. I've not had a place to call home in many a year.

[Always on the road, always fighting the next battle.]

[twosoul]

I feel that. Just think, the same bed to sleep in night after night. Beats being out on assignment all the time for sure.

[verholy]

I've been used to nothing but sleeping rolls and inn beds for so long. To wake up to the same ceiling day after day... I don't yet know if it will feel more a comfort or a prison.

[twosoul]

Might be a little bit of both, honestly.

But if you start to feel too trapped, you can always come hang out at my ship instead. We've got plenty of room for visitors.

[verholy]

Oh? So there are multiple ships here?

[New information gleaned!]

[twosoul]

A whole little fleet, actually. The big one where everyone wakes up is the "Host Ship" and then the little ones are where we actually live. Then there's one sort of medium-sized one that people run shops in and it has a gym and a dojo and an obstacle course and stuff. Lots of places to train, if that's your thing.

[verholy]

That very much is my thing. I don't intend to let my combat skills become rusty simply because I appear to be trapped in another world. A fleet of ships, though, hn? I'll have to do some exploring.

[twosoul]

That's my kind of attitude.

[He grins.]

If you find yourself on the Bloodsport while you're looking around, hit me up.

[verholy]

I will. And, ah, I never did get your name. My own is Naltryd Albrecht, but simply Naltryd will be fine.

[twosoul]

Lorden Gesh, and just Lorden's fine with me. Nice to meet you, and good luck!