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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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[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.

Wrathion? Is that you?

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

What is this place?

[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.

[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?

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.

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.

[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.

Stuck here?

[He mulls over this, lowering his eyes for a moment, letting that sink in.]

Have you been here long?

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

Oh, er...a few months? Two or three? It's such a short time I'm afraid I haven't been keeping count, you know.

[Because a few months is nothing when you're immortal, so.]

O-oh, soon, you'll be sent to a smaller ship. We have several of them. I'm the captain of one.

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.

I see.

[More to mull over means more to fret over as well. But he parses it aside in his memory in favor of more conversation. The idea of ships interests him, and he appraises the other curiously.]

A smaller ship may help somewhat. This is a lot to take in, I'm sorry if it takes a little time to keep up.

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?

I know. I'm still digesting it all, somewhat. But we do what we can, and it's not all terrible.

[He smiles gently.]

And, er, if you ever need someone to talk to, about anything, I am here.

A mixture of both.

[He quirks a brow at the sigh but keeps himself calm, mulling over his questions before continuing.]

Just how many are here like this? Were ...abducted?

...Thank you. That means a lot to me right now.

[He's surprised he hasn't started panicking yet. A friend? A friend sounds nice.]

Of course, dear. I'm the captain of the Caprine but also the Personnel Officer on board. I also have books, but there's, er, I've heard there's a proper library on another ship, if that strikes your fancy.

[It was all well and good, but he was certain he'd never donate any of his books. He hoarded them like a dragon with treasure. Like a squirrel with acorns. Like a thing that hoards with the thing it hoards.]

[Saved, but he knows better than to argue that point.]

More than thirty, less than two hundred. The numbers haven't been calculated but it's safe to stay within that range. There's enough to know you're not alone in your displeasure.

Books? A library?

[That earns a pleased, if surprised look and an eager sort of nod.]

Yes, that may help a great deal!

[He listens politely, waiting until the voice is finished before continuing.]

Thank you for taking the time to share this information with me. It... really does help.

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.

[He settles in to listen quietly, mulling over the information given to him as he tucks it away to think on again later. He was grateful that he hadn't started toying with the augment - though now that he's been told not to, the desire is near-overwhelming.

He manages not to, somehow.]

So you're saying that we go from here to another place and the smaller ships follow like ducklings - and the food is terrible?

[That's perhaps the biggest letdown at the moment beyond, you know being here.]

Yes. [Anduin isn't as dense as his father. Thank the Light.] Thankfully, you are in the presence of a chef. I can make even this 'tofu' somewhat appetizing.

[He pauses, and something in his expression shifts, turns a little dark and faintly sad.]

Or... do you not remember how we met before? Such is the case with the last person I spoke to.

[He's much less with the yelling at hordies and more with the trying to make friends. At Bel's proclamation his eyes light up: he's a growing human in need of food and you said a magic word (even if he isn't sure what tofu is)]

I... am sorry but I don't.

[The sad look gains his attention and he hurries with his next words, attempting to bridge that gap before it has a chance to possibly close.]

But... please don't let that stop you from talking to me. Things were hectic and now I'm here and I'm attempting to work it all out.

[It's not too late. Belth fidgets with his sleeves and doesn't make eye contact. Of course the prince wouldn't really care. This... might work out in their favor, honestly, considering how Belth treated him before.]

The fact that I am a blood elf doesn't put you off in the slightest?

[He's so idealistic. It's... disgusting, he wants to say, but Belth likes him anyway.]

We met in a ruined world neither of us had heard of before. We had an arrangement to trade books after Lady Proudmoore left, but it seems our fortunes have changed. You see, my ship-- the Bishop-- is the one with a library, and it is open to all.

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