Є001

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Who: Elena & you!!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, if any
When: May 20th

[Elena accidentally manages to start broadcasting as she's moving through the hallway. The camera follows the light swing of her arm, providing a view of the floor and her legs. She's silent, although really tamping down on the urge to call to people she knows. Staying quiet and remaining as inconspicuous as possible seems like the more logical thing to do in this situation.]

[It's only once she's come to the viewing bay that Elena stops short with a small gasp.]

Oh my God...

[She had been debating if this was a dream or real, but something about seeing outside into space makes this all very, very real. Slowly, she approaches the glass. She places both hands on the glass and through her fingers, you finally get a look at the girl accidentally broadcasting to the entire fleet, confused and upset.]

Comments

[deshabille]

Which one?

[popcorn.gif]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She jolts a little, not having realized she turned the communicator on before adjusting her hold on it.]

All of the above, I guess. Who are you?

[deshabille]

Mal. Who are you? And be warned they probably aren't listening at the moment.

[Or if they are, they're watching her on television and thus aren't to be trusted.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena isn't particularly religious, so she's not all that bothered by the remark that whatever gods are out there aren't listening. In fact, it goes completely unremarked upon.]

Then who is listening? Besides you.

[Someone, she quite frankly, doesn't know if she can trust or not, so she hesitates a little before adding:]

My name is Elena.

[deshabille]

Everyone besides the gods, actually. Congratulations, you're on television.

[Assuming she's interesting enough. So far, she's proving to be less than Mal's usual standard.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Television? [Elena shakes her head in disbelief.] What are you talking about?

[deshabille]

You.

[She points through the camera at Elena.]

Are on television.

[She makes a little rectangle with her fingers.]

Starring in the Fleet. Aren't you excited? This is the best part of being kidnapped.

video

[innercactus]

Which one did you pick? I heard humans pick one of theirs more than others.

[ Hi, he's a plant. He should probably remember not to bother new people. ]

video

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Yeah, she's not even focused on the question or what he's saying so much as she's focused on his face.]

...What?

video

[innercactus]

... What?

[ He stares blankly back at her for a moment, before scratching his head in thought. Definitely leaf rustling noise, and that sure looks like a petal for his sleeve. ]

... My name is Asteffiel, how are you?

[ Is that what he missed. He forgets things. ]

video

[forgetyourusedtobe]

That's a really complicated question...

[Does she ask? Can she ask? Or is that considered rude? Not that manners are really her top priority in this place or that she can necessarily trust anyone right now, but offending people probably isn't going to get her anywhere.]

You, um.

[She gestures vaguely to her own head.]

video

[innercactus]

[ Thinking, thinking, thinking! Why is it complicated. Wait. Didn't he talk to someone and it was something similar? ]

..Oh!

[ Cheery grin and wave. Definitely wearing plants. ]

I am a Sylvari. It means instead of being made of flesh like a human, or an elf, I am made of plants. But I still eat all the things humans do!

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Sylvari, [she repeats back with a small nod.] We don't have any of those where I'm from.

[She's also not going to correct him on the assumption that he likely has that she's human.]

Are there a lot of you? Here, I mean.

Video

[onlyanapple]

If He has anything at all to do with this, I'm sure He's having a bloody good laugh about it and probably not inclined to help.

Video

[forgetyourusedtobe]

It was more of a figure of speech, [she mumbles, half-aware she's even saying anything at all in the first place. Numb and overwhelmed are good ways of describing what she's feeling right now.]

Video

[onlyanapple]

Good to know. Over, what? The view? The sudden realisation you're a reality TV show star?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Is there an all of the above option?

[onlyanapple]

Sure, why not? Better be thorough.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Thorough and feeling completely at a loss on top of being helpless to do anything about it. It's not a good day today.]

My name is Elena.

[hellofist]

That's what I did. [A beat.] Looked at the stars. They're weird this close, huh?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

That's a nice word for it.

[She's not exactly about to have a panic attack, but this is really, really unsettling.]

[hellofist]

It gets less weird. Just... takes some time, that's all.

I'm Cass.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[If she's honest, Elena doesn't really want to necessarily stick around long enough for it to get less weird. But she keeps the comment to herself.]

I'm Elena. How, uh... [She doesn't really want to know due to the aforementioned not wanting to get used to it, but she has to ask.] How long have you been here?

[hellofist]

[If only any of them had the choice when it came to staying or going.]

A few months. Not as long... as other people. It's not so bad.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Her brow furrows a little.]

I... That's good. [Her brow un-knits itself.] I guess.

[She's not really sure he's already ready to settle for "not so bad."]