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driftfleet2015-04-22 07:04 pm
noctiphile) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-22 07:04 pm
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Who: Mattias Larnaca
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: general waystation area?? vague hand gestures
When: April 22nd
[Lo and behold: Mattias fretting on a bench. It's not an obvious sort of motion, restricted to subtle shifts and twitching fingers, but it's noticeable enough to matter. He's hunched over the comm and what little the background shows is unrevealing. The corner of a building here, the awning of a kiosk there, everything unspecific.]
It's been quite a month, hasn't it? What with the attacks... [he drifts off, never very good with small talk. One of the many gifts he lacks.] It's been good to watch all the repairs. People working together... [Wow, he sure does suck at this. He chews his lip, glancing around as if looking for help. Nope. Nothing. Maybe he'll just get to the point.]
Still, tensions must be running high. Stress and such. Always have a way of sinking in. I've my own, of course. My ship fared poorly in the attacks and that—[He glances away, head sinking slightly.]—it's been the lesser of many events. I don't mean to complain but the effects are starting to wear. My usual methods aren't working. Reading—I just can't seem to concentrate and beyond that... Well. I've little else.
[He sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. It messes it up a bit, but he's careful to smooth it back down.] It feels inappropriate to ask something so selfish but I'm at a loss. And there are a great many things that all of you know... [That I don't is heavily implied. He glances away, switching the comm to one hand so he can properly wring his wrist.] So, I was wondering—how do you cope? With... all of this. It doesn't have to be personal just. Just simple things. Like... jumping off a building. [Immediately, he scrunches his eyes closed.] —Bad example. But, you know what I mean.
[Fiddling nervously, he searches for something else to say, finds nothing, and cuts the feed. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: general waystation area?? vague hand gestures
When: April 22nd
[Lo and behold: Mattias fretting on a bench. It's not an obvious sort of motion, restricted to subtle shifts and twitching fingers, but it's noticeable enough to matter. He's hunched over the comm and what little the background shows is unrevealing. The corner of a building here, the awning of a kiosk there, everything unspecific.]
It's been quite a month, hasn't it? What with the attacks... [he drifts off, never very good with small talk. One of the many gifts he lacks.] It's been good to watch all the repairs. People working together... [Wow, he sure does suck at this. He chews his lip, glancing around as if looking for help. Nope. Nothing. Maybe he'll just get to the point.]
Still, tensions must be running high. Stress and such. Always have a way of sinking in. I've my own, of course. My ship fared poorly in the attacks and that—[He glances away, head sinking slightly.]—it's been the lesser of many events. I don't mean to complain but the effects are starting to wear. My usual methods aren't working. Reading—I just can't seem to concentrate and beyond that... Well. I've little else.
[He sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. It messes it up a bit, but he's careful to smooth it back down.] It feels inappropriate to ask something so selfish but I'm at a loss. And there are a great many things that all of you know... [That I don't is heavily implied. He glances away, switching the comm to one hand so he can properly wring his wrist.] So, I was wondering—how do you cope? With... all of this. It doesn't have to be personal just. Just simple things. Like... jumping off a building. [Immediately, he scrunches his eyes closed.] —Bad example. But, you know what I mean.
[Fiddling nervously, he searches for something else to say, finds nothing, and cuts the feed. ]
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[ Yes he does now. Alright computer thing, don't do terribly at this. ]
Southern Tolbyccia - the Forest of Kiev Moc.
[ It's very green, although the trees seem a bit oversized somehow.
... And there is fake!rain. Duke grimaces. But aside from just.. some obvious grasshoppers and beetles (of a small size, rather than the familiar large size), it seems to be.. more or less right. ]
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It's beautiful. [He turns because he can't help himself. Touches a tree because he has to and feels moss. He points to it, bewildered.] What is this?
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... That's either a question about the tree, or- ]
Moss. It grows on.. anything, provided there's enough moisture and it doesn't move. Stone most often, but with enough rain...
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Oh, fuck, he's smiling.] ... Squishy.
[Just let him stand here, squishing it a bit more before he finally remembers himself. Clearing his throat, he turns, hold tightening around his supplies again, trying to pretend the rest of the forest isn't insanely interesting.] Right. Then, where shall we start? I'll need a lay of the land before I start. Would you guide me?
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And it would be rude of him to set up this room of home without walking him through it. ]
This way. [ Hope your shoes have traction because "this way" is up a massive tree root. Complete with moss. ]
... Duke. [ He forgot something somewhere... ]
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Pardon? Duke of what?
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... He might make sure most of the way they go is covered in moss. This seems like stress relief, the way he's bouncing along. ]
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[It seems odd to have merely a title and a last name, but he doesn't question it. Not when he's being kind enough to indulge.
With every soft step, the ground gives and eases away slivers of tension. He feels young again and the world feels far away. It's... relaxing.
It's awhile before he remembers to give his own in return.]
I'm Mattias. Mattias Larnaca.
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And if Mattias couldn't guess, silence is very comfortable for Duke. There's just a low hum when he hears the name, but for now.
There are massive trees, lots of moss, little fat mushrooms and flowering shrubbery. The root - or is it a branch - is wide enough for easy walking and more or less flat. And Duke definitely is leading the way toward the mossier parts. ]
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