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driftfleet2015-04-22 01:44 pm
peacockherald) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-22 01:44 pm
Entry tags:
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. ]
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I'm the security on the ship, I assure you, we need no other.
[Did he not defend them against the attackers well enough? There were plenty of the enemy ships shot up, thanks to him. ]
no subject
[ Well, it wouldn't be the first time Vanyel had run across such open hostility. At least the other wasn't launching himself at him and attempting to kill him on sight. ]
I can only tell you what it is I have been told. I have as little control of being here as you.
[ He glances around, seeing the little bits that decreed the space taken on a personal level. A small touch of guilt ran through him, but reminded himself he had little control of this. He would be just as happy on any other ship, especially ones with companions he already knew, but for the time being this was where he found himself. ]
And I assure you, I am here for security.
[ He took one of the guns off the racks, expertly checking it over, worrying for knowing how at all when he preferred sword and magic. ]
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Fine. But I would rather you not be in here. I sleep here.
[Pointing to his crappy floor-nest. ]
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[ He looks over to it and back at Fenris, setting the gun back onto the rack. ]
I can abide by that. Though considering what I am meant to do here, it might become necessary for me to have access from time to time.
[ It seemed a fair warning, all things considered, but he hoped not to have to much reason to come here anyways. His usual weapons of choice where his magic and his rapier, the former he had and the latter missing. Perhaps he could see to getting himself one, seeing Fenris' great sword... ]
Though, pray tell, where am I to sleep?
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There are shared quarters. You will have your own bed there.
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[ He looked back, not liking the sound of "shared". It had been quite a time since he'd shared quarters with anyone, at least not of his own volition. ]
I see.
[ All he could politely say on that situation, and complaining would do no good. ]
Since we are to be protecting this ship together, perhaps I could know your name?
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Fenris.
[Straight to the point. He's the best at socialising. The absolute best. ]
no subject
[ He had not met her yet, but yes, that did make things quite a bit worse. Even more worse in that Vanyel was sire of a small girl in his home (though she knew him as uncle), heir to the throne no less. ]
Fenris. It is good to meet you.
[ A pause, awkward to say the least. ]
Is there anything I should know about the ship? I have come to understand there was a battle not that long ago. Perhaps I can be of aid in further repair?
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We have an engineer, she has been working on the repairs. As for the attack, it was by assailants who left as soon as they arrived. We don't know who they are or what they wanted. I wouldn't be surprised if Atroma themselves sent them.
no subject
[ The faint shadow of his brows suggested he believed Fenris. In fact, he found it all to plausible. He crossed his arms, drumming fingers against his arms. ]
Have attacks like these happened before or is this the first instance?
no subject
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Scouts, and then a full attack...
[ It made perfect sense to him, even within the context of ships rather than horses. It seemed battle tactics didn't change much. Of course, the idea only made him frown. ]
Seems I missed all the excitement then.
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I have no doubt there will be more. Otherwise, our position on the Fleet wouldn't be required.
[Stands to reason, that if security people exist, they have to be protecting something.]
no subject
[ True enough words, and words he did not like for their truthfulness. If only it were simply the idea of peace keeping rather than defending. ]
Well, when you have a spare moment, perhaps we might discuss more of the ship's defenses? I would not want to disrupt any measures you already have in place.
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I suppose that would be wise.
no subject
[ He waited for more, but began to suspect that this was about as much as he could hope for from the man. ]
Then, I shall leave you to your business. I will be sure to knock next time I come around, seeing as this is your chamber.
[ He made a half-bow, turning to leave and do just that. He had a feeling Fenris would not enjoy his lingering. ]
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[He'll just let Van go. Hey, at least he wasn't punched in the face, that counts as a good interaction with Fenris. ]