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Who: Felix Alexius
Broadcast: Fleetwide (Video)
Action: The Marsiva (Hospitality Deck, somewhere near a viewing port.}
When: April 25 (afternoon)

[When Felix makes this communication at first it's clear that he's just doing it to find out if he really knows how. At first it turns a bit, slowly, but you can see the floor and the view part before it settles on his face.

His eyes are narrow, but not in an aggressive way. Mostly, he's just dealing with the fact that he has all this new information in his head. Shouldn't he be freaking out about it? Instead he just feel calm and curious.]

Well, this is certainly new.

When I said before I was ready for the Maker's Embrace I wasn't exactly thinking it'd be a spaceship. [And that new word comes to him effortlessly, making the joke less awkward that it should have been. He gives the fleet a small, half smile.]

They're going to have to change all of the religious texts, if that's true.

[The tone of his voice and the smile still on his face, showing clearly that he knows he isn't actually dead. He's mostly just dealing with this entire thing by making a joke because he still can't find the energy to be too concerned about it. Even the joke, though, comes off as more a comfortable, muted snark, than that he's expecting to bring the house down with laughter.]

I'm Felix. Obviously, I've just arrived.

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[Oh, here it comes]

Relatively sedate compared to where I arrived from, but this isn't the first time I've been taken from my home world.

I'm sorry?

[Felix seems confused and is asking for clarification.]

[He gestures, as if trying to pluck a starting point out of the air]

You aren't dead, first of all. The spaceship you find yourself on is part of a larger whole - an entity or group referred to only as Atroma and is responsible for your being here.

Before I arrived here, I was first a resident of a castle, Paradisa, which was another such entity that took me from my world in much the same way as Atroma brought you here. In my case, when I thought I was leaving Paradisa, I ended up here instead of returning home.

That's terrible. Why do they think they can play with your life that way? [And he does sound sincerely upset on his behalf, even though they've just met.]

[The sincerity does catch him by surprise, his face tilting quizzically before bending to a gentle smile]

A large question, but the simplest answer is just because they can. Paradisa...needed us. It fed on our emotions. I'm not sure what Atroma profits from our arrangement, but I'm sure it's something.