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driftfleet2015-04-22 01:44 pm
peacockherald) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-22 01:44 pm
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Knock Knock, Anybody Home?
Who: Vanyel + Tourist Crew + Anyone
Broadcast: VRD, yes
Action: S.S. Tourist + Station/VRD
When: After the shuffle for the Tourist, anytime after shuffle for station/VRD
[ Tourist Crew ]
[ Teleportation always made his stomach queasy, and now was no different. He took a full minute standing to get his bearings, blinking rapidly to ward off dizziness. The effect made him look something like a startled deer, but that wasn't so far from the truth either. He regained himself quickly, battle honed instincts kicking in, looking around the new location, his mind already buzzing trying to find weak points, what to do about them, and most of all, who was even here. ]
Hello? Is anyone else aboard?
[ He called, stepping further in, dressed in pure white from head to toe and looking nothing so much like a gentleman off a romance novel cover. A cheesy one at that. At least he had his shirt on.
Regardless of answer, he continues exploring, exploring the ship, poking his nose into rooms that would open or did not look otherwise private, eventually beginning to hum to himself as he did so. ]
[ Station ]
[ The first chance he's had in a long while to stretch his legs proper, to breath without feeling like he was being closed in. It was no Valdemar, but the wider spaces were appreciated, and he could not deny he was curious. The Castle had sent its residents into "space" only once, perhaps twice, but nothing like this. The experience was wholly new, and despite any formal training for court, Vanyel could not quite keep the astonishment off his face as he wandered through the areas. And he would wander through them all, making a full circuit of the station.
He spent quite a bit of time exploring the available games, astounded by the technology even though his augment allowed him to understand it in general terms. Eventually the noise and clashing lights would drive him towards quieter areas, his stomach towards food and that was adventure all on its own. He recognized nearly none of the available offerings, more than a little lost as he tried to comprehend shapes and colors in an attempt to guess taste, and often gazing woefully at whatever his choice would be. If there was music to be heard, he paused to listen, drinking in like a man come to an oasis in the desert, his face often filled with rapture, though there was the rare occurrence of wincing that did not quite touch on grimacing. The courtyard offered a place to sit, but especially for one so used to green and plentifully space, it just ended up being sad. It hardly stopped him from taking a moment to relax though, and watch everyone else going by, hoping he did not stand out overmuch in his medieval pure white heralds uniform... ]
[ VRD Large & Small - Broadcasted & Action ]
[ Eventually, Vanyel made his way to the VRD system. He had heard whispers of it, seen some things through the broadcast, and his curiosity got the better of him. So he hopped the shuttle and waited his turn to enter, pining for some taste of him. A fool's dream, of course. Why torture himself with this? But why should he not at least try? Ease the ache some, though perhaps it would only make it sharper...
Entering the large dome, he at first felt at a loss for what to say, what to ask for. Haven, his home? The Vale, where he had come to understand himself, find for himself companions and family that accepted him as he was? Slowly the words came, pouring out of him in a rush.
The central dome shifted, trees growing from nowhere, tall and magnificent, giants and keepers of secrets. If one looked close enough, in their boughs one could make out what seemed to be houses, pathways crossing between. Peace flooded the space, welcome and shelter, yet somehow seemed open enough to allow for the field that sprang up beneath Vaneyl's feet. Far off in the "distance", a castle hunkered, decked in the finery of royalty holding court, and before it white shapes moved, horse-like. All of them pure white, down to the last, though never so close one could reach out as if to stroke them. Fragments only of a concept even some in Valdemar could not quite grasp.
He walked the paths he made between trees and field, the emotion plain on his face as he drank it in. But like a dream, it didn't last, overtaken by the next person, and instead he wandered to one of the private rooms to the side.
Here it was easier, already knowing what it was he desired. The room took on the texture of wood, the inside of a tree, filling with bright colors and sunlight, the shadows of leaves darting across the floor. The space looked lived in, well loved, the bed rumpled with sheets cast aside in the hurry of waking. A trunk sat at the foot, cracked open, a saddle and bridle colored blue and silver standing out against the rich brown and yellow cream. Fireplace, rug, chair, books set across a desk and a lute leaned against the leg of the chair itself. He almost reached out to touch it, but caught himself.
At first silent, the room began to fill with beautiful tones, lapping and weaving between each other. A ballad, a call for home, Vanyel pouring his Bardic gift into the words. The lantern glowing in the dark, the long road home, a warm fire, a warm heart to welcome you, peace, weariness, pleasure, exhausted pain, forgiveness. All of it woven into a single song that poured from him, a dam broken, pulled from him as he stood in the fiction of the place that had brought him peace and saved is soul. ]
Broadcast: VRD, yes
Action: S.S. Tourist + Station/VRD
When: After the shuffle for the Tourist, anytime after shuffle for station/VRD
[ Tourist Crew ]
[ Teleportation always made his stomach queasy, and now was no different. He took a full minute standing to get his bearings, blinking rapidly to ward off dizziness. The effect made him look something like a startled deer, but that wasn't so far from the truth either. He regained himself quickly, battle honed instincts kicking in, looking around the new location, his mind already buzzing trying to find weak points, what to do about them, and most of all, who was even here. ]
Hello? Is anyone else aboard?
[ He called, stepping further in, dressed in pure white from head to toe and looking nothing so much like a gentleman off a romance novel cover. A cheesy one at that. At least he had his shirt on.
Regardless of answer, he continues exploring, exploring the ship, poking his nose into rooms that would open or did not look otherwise private, eventually beginning to hum to himself as he did so. ]
[ Station ]
[ The first chance he's had in a long while to stretch his legs proper, to breath without feeling like he was being closed in. It was no Valdemar, but the wider spaces were appreciated, and he could not deny he was curious. The Castle had sent its residents into "space" only once, perhaps twice, but nothing like this. The experience was wholly new, and despite any formal training for court, Vanyel could not quite keep the astonishment off his face as he wandered through the areas. And he would wander through them all, making a full circuit of the station.
He spent quite a bit of time exploring the available games, astounded by the technology even though his augment allowed him to understand it in general terms. Eventually the noise and clashing lights would drive him towards quieter areas, his stomach towards food and that was adventure all on its own. He recognized nearly none of the available offerings, more than a little lost as he tried to comprehend shapes and colors in an attempt to guess taste, and often gazing woefully at whatever his choice would be. If there was music to be heard, he paused to listen, drinking in like a man come to an oasis in the desert, his face often filled with rapture, though there was the rare occurrence of wincing that did not quite touch on grimacing. The courtyard offered a place to sit, but especially for one so used to green and plentifully space, it just ended up being sad. It hardly stopped him from taking a moment to relax though, and watch everyone else going by, hoping he did not stand out overmuch in his medieval pure white heralds uniform... ]
[ VRD Large & Small - Broadcasted & Action ]
[ Eventually, Vanyel made his way to the VRD system. He had heard whispers of it, seen some things through the broadcast, and his curiosity got the better of him. So he hopped the shuttle and waited his turn to enter, pining for some taste of him. A fool's dream, of course. Why torture himself with this? But why should he not at least try? Ease the ache some, though perhaps it would only make it sharper...
Entering the large dome, he at first felt at a loss for what to say, what to ask for. Haven, his home? The Vale, where he had come to understand himself, find for himself companions and family that accepted him as he was? Slowly the words came, pouring out of him in a rush.
The central dome shifted, trees growing from nowhere, tall and magnificent, giants and keepers of secrets. If one looked close enough, in their boughs one could make out what seemed to be houses, pathways crossing between. Peace flooded the space, welcome and shelter, yet somehow seemed open enough to allow for the field that sprang up beneath Vaneyl's feet. Far off in the "distance", a castle hunkered, decked in the finery of royalty holding court, and before it white shapes moved, horse-like. All of them pure white, down to the last, though never so close one could reach out as if to stroke them. Fragments only of a concept even some in Valdemar could not quite grasp.
He walked the paths he made between trees and field, the emotion plain on his face as he drank it in. But like a dream, it didn't last, overtaken by the next person, and instead he wandered to one of the private rooms to the side.
Here it was easier, already knowing what it was he desired. The room took on the texture of wood, the inside of a tree, filling with bright colors and sunlight, the shadows of leaves darting across the floor. The space looked lived in, well loved, the bed rumpled with sheets cast aside in the hurry of waking. A trunk sat at the foot, cracked open, a saddle and bridle colored blue and silver standing out against the rich brown and yellow cream. Fireplace, rug, chair, books set across a desk and a lute leaned against the leg of the chair itself. He almost reached out to touch it, but caught himself.
At first silent, the room began to fill with beautiful tones, lapping and weaving between each other. A ballad, a call for home, Vanyel pouring his Bardic gift into the words. The lantern glowing in the dark, the long road home, a warm fire, a warm heart to welcome you, peace, weariness, pleasure, exhausted pain, forgiveness. All of it woven into a single song that poured from him, a dam broken, pulled from him as he stood in the fiction of the place that had brought him peace and saved is soul. ]
Re: Tourist
[ Vanyel turns to the voice, doing his best to keep his face passive at the sight of the purple skinned stranger, managing somehow, though his eyes did grow a bit wide. ]
Hello. Are you a crew member? My name is Vanyel Ashkevron, I've just been assigned to this ship.
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Oh. Yes! I am Asteffiel. I have the.. uh... augment that means I know more about medicine. So I am mostly in here!
[ Definitely wood against metal sounding thunk as he knocks one foot against the doorframe. Complete with leaf shifting sounds from his clothing. ]
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Ah. I have been designated to security, but I know some little of healing if you ever desire aide. It is not my strongest Gift, but I know something of herbs and poultices and dressing.
[ The sounds are interesting as he approaches, finally beginning to realize the other seemed to be made more of wood than he did flesh. Another astonishment, though he hid the reaction much better this time. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Asteffiel.
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[ He looks more like a human mimicry from a distance - close, its much more clear he is weaving and layering of plant to look vaguely like a human. And in leaf clothing.
.. And obviously, healing humans doesn't quite match with healing himself, because there's all those flesh things. ]
I can also do a little healing magic, but one works only when there's dirt, and another works when I have a staff... [ which.. are two things he lacks, in space. ]
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A few yes - at least the basic ones I rode with on circuit for emergencies.
[ He would never have wears greens, certainly, but Heralds needs to have the skills necessary to handle any emergency on their travels. ]
You are a magic user as well?
[ Intrigued, though from Asteffiel's words he would not be able to show him any of it. A pity. ]
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[ Said extremely seriously, like that is clearly how it works. ]
Yes! Mostly for fighting, but I can do some things outside of it. Like grow plants! [ If Vanyel looks beyond him, the interior of this room is pretty much... covered in potted plants, or trays for seedlings. A lot look battered, but all look thriving. ]
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[ Technically correct, though he thought the other might overestimate his knowledge. Enough to identify and know what they do, but not to grow them.
But the seriousness was appreciated. Good to know someone took the health of them all seriously. He peered into the room, eyebrows rising at the sight of so many different plants. It was heartening, seeing greenery where everywhere else was dead metal. ]
You have quite the green thumb, Asteffiel. What herbs are you currently growing?
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[ Sorry that went over his head. But the question, that he can sort of answer.
Into the room he goes. ]
... I don't know. I picked up lots of little plants that looked like they could be important. [ There's a lot of flowers in there, actually. Poppy, which is both not a medical plant and potentially could be. ]
I have fennel! And sage and thyme and feverfew! I haven't figured out if I can make a little willow tree.
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It is an expression. It means you are gifted in aiding plants to grow.
[ He follows, peering at the plants, recognizing some and not others. Those he did recognize he began to mentally categorize what they could be used for, thinking of ones that should be picked and made available immediately, just in case. He might not be a healer, but those plants he did know, he knew well enough. A Herald had to be versatile, and able to survive until he or she found proper aide. ]
A good selection. Perhaps there is literature on those you are unsure of?
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[ Why yes, being made of plants does make you particularly good at growing them in soil (as well as out of himself, which is how his clothing works. The veins are a matching pale purple for a reason-).
He's practically bouncing, he's so happy that someone likes his plants. ]
Litera..ture... Oh! Books. [ He has to think on that, but wait! ]
.. Someone said something about having a library. Maybe I will go visit.
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Then you have a very green thumb. Healers in my home world would pay their weight in gold for such a gift.
[ To aid in the growth of herbs, speed them, coax them - anything to make their job easier and lift the weight from their magic.
He laughed softly, but smiled, pleased with the other's enthusiasm. ]
It would be a good place to start. Does the ship have one, or is there one on the station we could look at before we leave?
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Not this ship. We don't have many little rooms, just this one and the kitchen and the room where Ferris stays all the time. [ He means Fenris, but he can't quite remember that name. So close. ]
Although Captain Apple has been trying to buy single rooms. I think it was... Bis-hop that had the library?
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[ He's met him, thankfully - or maybe not, depending on how you looked at it. ]
Ah, yes, speaking of this room - you said it was the medical bay, did you not? Have you set it up to receive patients?
[ Captain Apple. Someone he would need to meet soon, he supposed, along with the other members of the crew. ]
Bishop. All right. Perhaps we can hail them and see if they do not have texts we might borrow.
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Uuuhm. [ Thinking thinking, where did he put it- right!
Asteffiel turns to the two corners of the room that lack plants at all. The ones right next to the door, actually. ]
It was all set up when I got here, but... someone else, a different ship, fluffy white hair, thinks I could do better with plant medicines, because I only.. now know how to do any human doctor things. But here is the first aid kit! And somethings to sit on!
[ There's a table-thing that folds out from the cupboard he's messing with, and a box under it that he waves when he says "kit". ]
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[ Not a demon, but he certainly had not been welcome. Though, he doubted anyone was with that man's attitude.
He follows Asteffiel's motions, taking the kit to inspect its contents. The medical herbs were a good start, but he thought they could do with some reorganizing, just in case. Fenris had said the ships had just been attacked, which meant potential for injury. ]
You have a talent for them, and it is a good one. I whole heartedly encourage it, but perhaps we should rearrange them a bit? We will need a space in case one of ours comes in with injury so an examination can be done and treatment rendered.
[ He had worked within the clinic enough in Paradisa to know a basic set up - something for a patient to sit upon, supplies within easy reach. ]
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But they're all arranged by needs of sunlight. The ones that like some shade are behind the ones that like all the sun, and the ones that like even more shade are further back. [ He has lamps here and there, which give a light more like that of a sun, and that's how he's arranged them. ]
I could.. put ready to trim and use plants closer to the door. And the ones that need to be dried first, probably in a shelf by the door. I don't think I have any like that at the moment though.
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Just so long as we have a place ready in case someone does need aid. I will trust your judgement on what the plants need.
[ But he would feel better, knowing that this ship was more properly prepared for crisis. Though was that him, or the augment whispering things? ]
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Makes sense. I will keep this area clear. [ Also that's what magic is for. ]
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Thank you.
Perhaps later this evening, after a meal, we can sit down and discuss more of the plants you have and their uses?
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[ ... he might go and do that now. ]
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[ He laughed quietly, remember such days. ]
Perhaps we can find something to write in so that we can make notes of all the names and uses? Reference, just in case. Start our own little library of sorts, even.
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... I don't know how to make little pictures. .... unless we can get pictures off of this. [ Fishes out his communicator thingy from inside his leafy shirt. ]
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Well, possibly. Perhaps we can ask someone else on the ship to show us then? Surely one of them should know.
[ Just not Fenris. ]
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[ Nope never asking ferris. ]
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They seem like a good place to start. I haven't met them yet though. Perhaps you could help with introductions?
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