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.]

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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]

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[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?

[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.

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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.

[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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[child_of_luv]

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

Oh, hi. Are you new here, too?

[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?

[verholy]

I feel as if I have knowledge of weaponry I've never seen before, myself. Similar to the tools machinists employ, though I've never much dabbled in those arts before.

[Just what is going on?]

I've only just woken up here. No apologies necessary unless you are the one to have stolen me away to here. Where...exactly are we, however? I look out the windows and see nothing but endless night and stars every which way.

[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?

[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?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Weaponry, huh? [Well - maybe that's the security augment. Makes sense, based on what he knows.] I don't know how much I can help, but I have a little experience with some of that. On my planet, at least. Most of this is way past what I know, but I know people here who are like you - have the knowledge of how to use it. They might be better equipped to help.

[He shakes his head, though.] I'm just as kidnapped as you. And I'm not sure where we are, specifically, but - uh. [There's something about the way she asks the question that gives him pause.] We're... between planets. In space. It's pretty much like that in all directions.

[He is not an expert; he has just read plenty of science-fiction. And watched a lot of science specials in his spare time, catching up.]

[verholy]

I see. I'll attempt to find those people, though I might still end up going to you for questions. While the knowledge of some of these things is in my mind, the technology...it's advanced, I think, compared to where I come from. Even just the ship-- [And she gestures around.] It's unlike anything I've seen outside of maybe from the Garlean Empire.

[There's a long pause.]

Between...planets. You mean to tell me that we're not simply high up in the sky, but that we're... But how? It's impossible to just leave a star in a ship!

[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.]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky's mouth twists a little into something almost like a wry smile.] Honestly, I think I kinda know how you feel. You can ask me anything, and if I've got an answer, it's yours. [And,] My friend, Steve Rogers - he's on another ship, but he's got a security augment, like I think you do. I can put you in touch with him.

Turns out, it's not actually impossible, [is really most of the explanation he's got.] It's happened on my world but, uh, my people haven't gone very far. I've met others who have, though.

It's a lot to wrap your head around. [He tilts his head.] Pudding doesn't really, y'know, make up for it all.

[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]

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!

[verholy]

That would be helpful. And...thank you, Bucky Barnes. While little of this makes sense to me, you've been able to give me at least some answers.

Your world. [Pause.] A different star. I have learned those to exist, but I never knew them to be so different. Another thing Hydaelyn feels not the need to share the details of, then.

[She glances down at the pudding.]

No, it does not. But it is a small comfort, I suppose.