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[thewhitepawn]

Who: Anduin Wrynn
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Mid-day April 25th

[Upon waking up, it's going to take some time to come to grips with where he is and why his clothing is perfectly mended and he feels more rested than he has in weeks (if not months). For awhile he's just going to explore his new surroundings before trying his hand at a broadcast. Anduin's not precisely sure how he knows how to use the device but ...he does. It's different and new, and he tries to keep his voice level and somewhat neutral as he faces this new endeavor. It's at odds with the expression on his face, which is something like that of a confused puppy.]

Perhaps someone can assist me.

[He drops into silence with a quiet sigh, mulling over his words once more, settling on a path. When he glances up again his voice is warm once more, the calm returning.]

Introductions are in order first, I believe. Hello, my name is Anduin. Anduin Wrynn...

[He debated offering his title for a moment and for those potentially native to Azeroth it shows in how he trails off. Something lingering in the final syllable of his name but going unsaid. After a heartbeat he picks up that slack with a moderately cheerful tone and finishes his thoughts with a smile.]

I think that it would be my pleasure to meet you all as well.

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[dragonflight]

[Oooh, awkward. What to do, what to say? Wrathion hadn't exactly left Anduin on the best of terms. Or conscious, even.

Hmm. Best to ... pretend it never happened! Yes. Good.]

Prince Anduin! How good to see you. Up and walking and everything.

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[thewhitepawn]

Wrathion? Is that you?

[Judging from the disbelieving smile on his face, he doesn't remember your shenanigans, good sir.]

What is this place?

[dragonflight]

[Well, that's a relief. Wrathion's hesitancy--whatever there was of it--melts into warm confidence.]

None other. And, I'm no expert, but it looks like a massive spaceship. Not quite as colorful as those draenei ships, wouldn't you agree?

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[principality]

[Have a very gentle angel, Anduin.]

Oh, hello, dear. Do you have any questions? Anything I can help with. It's a bit much to take in all at once.

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[thewhitepawn]

It... is a great deal to take in. The last thing I remember was definitely nothing like this place. I could have sworn that things were about to get quite ugly.

[Offering the angel a sheepish smile in return.]

Is there a way to return? I was... I am sure that I was needed.

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[principality]

Oh, unfortunately no. We're all a bit stuck here, I'm afraid.

B-but it's not all bad, so. At least there's that.

[arcanepower]

[Belth fumbles the book he's reading when he sees Anduin on the network. He manages to catch it before it hits the floor, but he's still quite startled. He tries to play it cool, but he's distracted by this strange feeling he's experiencing. It's almost like he's... happy to see the human prince.

... Shit, when did that happen?]

What do you need help with?

[thewhitepawn]

[His smile is cautious but warm.]

Mostly trying to get my bearings at the moment. I'm sure there will be more to fret and question as soon as I gather myself but for now... just my bearings. More information.

[arcanepower]

To start with, you may have noticed the odd thing in the back of your neck. Don't experiment with it. It will hurt. Immensely. That augment, as it's called, gives you basic information about your surroundings and how things work. It also contains information on a particular specialization, anything from how the ships work to preparing food.

You are currently on board the Marsiva, which is generally empty aside from new people. You'll be teleported to one of the smaller ships in a few hours. All the other ships in the fleet are sort of... invisibly tethered to the big ship. Where the Marsiva goes, the ships follow, though the ones with pilots can travel a good distance away from it.

[He taps his chin.]

The food is terrible, by the way. If you want something resembling real food, you will have to visit a planet or a waystation.

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[noctiphile]

Usually when asking for assistance, it's useful to specify what you need assistance with.

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[thewhitepawn]

Of course, please pardon my manners. It's a matter of getting my bearings at the moment. The last situation I remember was ...quite different from the here and now.

[noctiphile]

Undoubtedly.

[He sighs as if this is all far more taxing than it truly is.]

If you're going to ask how you arrived, the answer is no one knows. You have the freedom to assume what you'd like. A blessing or a curse, depending on who you ask. Next question?

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[howcanihelp]

[ Blonde teenagers with healing spells need to stick together, right? Not that Steffa has... hardly any skill in healing... at all... look, she tries, but it's just not something she's been able to do.

...moving on. ]

It's good to meet you, Anduin. I'm Stephanie Amell, welcome to the fleet. [ she smiles widely ] It's not an ideal situation, of course, with the kidnapping and all, but there are plenty of decent people here, so it could be worse.

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[thewhitepawn]

Oh! Greetings to you.

[Look at that relieved smile at her warmth. It's nice. Welcomes mean that maybe this isn't a terrible, dangerous situation (despite being a kidnapping...). Maybe. Sorta?]

Have you been here for very long?

[blindoptimism]

[oh my, so polite! Nunnally can't help but wave back at such a nice greeting :')]

Hello. Despite the circumstances, it's a pleasure to meet you as well.

My name is Nunnally.

[thewhitepawn]

Nunnally... that's a very pretty name. It's nice to meet you as well, though the circumstances are... strange at best.

[But cheerful people, warm people are good, and go a long way in keeping his own mood up. He isn't panicking, and the worry he does feel is getting shoved down for the time being while he settles.]

[blindoptimism]

Hm, I'm not sure... I think your name is much more impressive.

Anduin reminds me of the sort of name that a noble would have in my world. [not to mention his blonde hair, a lot about him reminds her of her half-brothers. The noble, shining ones that she knew from a distance but who were always kind to her]

[action]

[princess_sparklefists]

[ Carol seems entirely too at ease here, to be honest. Sure, she's stuck here, and she doesn't know who brought her here or why... But she's an Avenger. They call this Thursday, and she's fairly confident she'll have it sorted before too long. In the meantime, she might as well meet her fellow captives as they wake up. ]

You alright there? You're looking a little... shellshocked. [ Doing a good job of keeping it together, but he does have that lost puppy look. ]

[action]

[thewhitepawn]

[He turns to face Carol as she speaks, offering a small but formal bow before he can even help himself - built in courtly manners don't leave in the face of the unknown. He feels as if he's faced worse against Onyxia and the Horde than whatever this is.]

Just getting my bearings, I think. Still a little lost. Were you abducted as well?

[action]

[princess_sparklefists]

[ Her lips twitch into a little smile at the bow, but she doesn't question it. She's been around Asgardians enough that it's not weird to her anymore. ]

Weren't we all? And here I was hoping for a little downtime before I had to deal with this kind of thing again.

[ She holds out her hand. ] I'm Carol.

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[twocomplex]

[There's something telling about a name being introduced like that, simply from his own experience, but at the same time, he's not exactly connecting it to anything specific. Just a bit odd...

He's bored enough.]

The pleasure is mine, Anduin, surely. My name is Oren. So do tell, what assistance do you require?

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[thewhitepawn]

Oren. It's nice to meet you.

[He smiles a little at that, bending his head slightly in a gesture of respect. The conversation helps to keep him as at ease as possible.]

Mostly just basic information from the others around here, I feel. Numbers, things to keep in mind, that sort of thing.

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[twocomplex]

Well, how much have you gathered? It is a rather strange entrance, but essentially, we are here for the entertainment of others.

You'll be off that ship by the end of the week and into another, with more faces.

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[kindlymeant]

[ she's coming to grips with things herself. Alayne might find that she knows how to navigate this place (ship, her mind supplies, the Marsiva) and that she knows how to use the strange contraption bestowed upon her (so different from her silvered mirror!), but that knowledge in itself is jarring. she is all too aware that it doesn't fit with her experiences and even the most fanciful stories she's heard, and yet she moves through the Marsiva with an underlying confidence.

jarring, yes, an unwelcome intrusion, but after the initial shock she tells herself that she must restore pragmatism, resourcefulness - however she came by the information she now holds (an itch at the base of her skull, something she can't reach) she reasons that it is better, surely, than striving helplessly for learning. Lady's absence at her side feels like a tear, a rip inn what should be, but Alayne - Alayne can work with what she's given, can stitch up where she must.

still, she spends some time sitting with the device in her lap, familiarizing herself with the strange design. there's some solace to be found in the not-quite-silence, a tranquility lodged somewhere between the distant noise of activity and the low, ever-present hum of the ship itself. testing each button and slide of the communicator busies her hands, banishing the threat of shaking that her nerves have inspired.

it does not list her name, and that too is a reassurance.

it's whilst listening to the buzz of chatter, drinking in the details and personalities of this new prison, that she hears one she knows, knows with such a clarity and fierce rush of relief, of fondness, that her chest feels tight and her lips curve up into a smile unbidden. for a moment, the device is frozen in her grip as she deliberates how to proceed.

eventually, she settles on seeking him out. after checking her hair and how her clothing (perhaps the strangest thing about this place, truth be told) sits on her, she heads out and towards where she suspects Anduin was in the visual.

he would be impossible to miss, with the golden hair that worries her less than it did, months ago. ]

Your Grace? [ her smile is small, tight with trepidation, and yet holds a genuine warmth. she curtsies, reading his face. his hair has been cut again. he's been home. ]

Are you well? [ a pause, as she orders her thoughts, the many questions threatening to spill from her. ] You have just arrived as well?

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[thewhitepawn]

[He turns at the sound of her voice, noting the tone and warmth there. There is a familiarity to the simple words that is ...pleasant. It isn't often that he meets someone who can balance respect and closeness so well. He studies her for a moment before answering, noting how she eyes him in return, and chooses her words so carefully.]

Hello, I...

[He wonders if she is like Belthazar who recognizes him but is not someone he remembers. Is she perhaps a citizen of Stormwind? As she curtsies, he offers a small bow in return, slipping one hand behind his back and the other over his stomach.]

I have. Are you new here as well, my lady?