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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. ]
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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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[ ... These aren't their names, but shhh. ]
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[ For now he has no reason to think otherwise though. ]
My, there are certainly colorful names on this ship. But thank you, I shall remember those.
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That is why I remember them.
[ Vanyel will understand when Asteffiel tries getting his attention by calling something else, eventually. ]
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Well, I think I shall continue on my tour and meeting the other crew members. But it has been very nice speaking with you, Asteffiel. Perhaps this evening we could begin our project?
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I will start finding their names.
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Excellent. I look forward to this evening.