am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?

[got_it_memorized]

Who: Axel and anybody
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Tourist kitchen if anybody wants
When: Thursday afternoon, 21May

[Axel looks caught somewhere between deep contemplation and outright indignation. He's also occasionally prodding at a shiny new eyebrow piercing he got on one of the waystations; it's his newest fidget, it seems.]

So is anybody else just dying to know whatever it is we shouldn't do no matter what? 'Cuz, I mean... I think that's a pretty important detail, and I personally would really like some clarification. Just to be safe, I've quarantined all the teriyaki anything on the Tourist.

[Actually, he took a page from Fenris' book and jettisoned it out the airlock. Can't be too careful.]

Has anybody's kitchen exploded or anything? Ugh, the teriyaki was the best flavor, too.

Comments

action for the kitchen?

[peacockherald]

_{[ Vanyel came into the kitchen just in time for this little announcement, intent on making himself a light packed lunch to take down for another go at the planet - during the day, of course, he did not wish to be caught again past nightfall. At least the ache of Gating was gone now, replenished by the magics of the sphere that was causing so much of their troubles. ]}

Should our kitchen exploding be a concern for the foreseeable future, captain?

action!

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[Axel turns when a voice pipes up behind him, and he gives Vanyel a thin-lipped look.]

I hope not; I kind of like this whole being separated from the freezing vacuum of space thing we've got going on in here.

[He leans on the counter then.] How're you settling in?

Re: action!

[peacockherald]

_{[ He chuckles at the joke, though it was somewhat morbid in his estimation. It still struck him as quite odd, traveling through space in little more than a tin can. ]}

I was more worried about how we planned to feed ourselves if it did, but that is a valid concern too.

_{[ He crossed his arms casually, leaning back against the door frame leaning into the kitchen. ]}

Well enough. Space is still daunting, but I am adjusting. I've added some charms around the ship I hope shall help in the case of another attack, but perhaps I should add a few more in case of kitchen explosions.

sorry this is so late!!

[got_it_memorized]

Charms? [He looks intrigued.] So that's like... luck magic, or something?

All good!

[peacockherald]

It is magic, but not quite luck. It is an encouragement for something to perform as it should or better. Armor will repel steel better or arrows shall fly wide. They are limited in their ranges and uses, but I thought it best to give our home as much advantage as possible in the case of emergency.

I... hope that is acceptable? I can remove them, if you think I should.

[got_it_memorized]

Huh. Never used any magic like that, myself. Sounds handy!

[He shakes his head then.]

No, no, it's fine! I'm all for encouraging the ship to survive any future attacks, so go for it. [He gives him a curious look.] So there's magic where you come from too, huh? What sorts? We don't have anything like those charms where I grew up; I kinda like hearing about other worlds, it keeps things interesting.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He settled against the counter, wondering how best to explain the rules of magic in his world. ]}

In my world, "magic" is more often called "Gifts". Different Gifts allow someone to perform a different skills. The magic I perform is called the "Mage Gift", but I have all of the Gifts known in my world - Mage, MindSpeech of both kinds, ForeSight, FarSight, FireStarting, Healing, Bardic, Fetching, Empathy, and Projecting. Usually a Herald has only one, but I am... unique.

_{[ It is not said with a bragging tone, merely a factual statement of the way things are for him. He had never wanted what it was he had become, but the Goddess had dealt him his fate, and he had come to terms with that. ]}

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel looks impressed as Vanyel explains, and when he's done, he just gives a low whistle.]

Real Renaissance Man, you are. I can guess what most of those do, but... 'both kinds' of Mind Speech? [He makes a gesture near his temple.] I mean I can kinda garner that's like telepathy of a sort, but there's two kinds?

[peacockherald]

Would you believe me if I told you it was all an accident?

_{[ It really was, Axel. Seriously. A terrible, horrible accident, but an accident. ]}

There's sensing thoughts and there is projecting thoughts. I can do both kinds - read a person's mind as well as send my own thoughts into theirs. If someone shares a similar gift we can speak in such a way. I only use it if I have permission though with those without such a gift, or if there is no other option in an emergency.

[got_it_memorized]

[He looks a little surprised.]

Must'a been quite the accident, to get the whole ball of wax like that.

[And then he frowns a bit, almost comically so, and brings his hands to cover his ears like that might stop his thoughts from being heard. He pulls them away then, when Vanyel says he never reads minds without permission, but he still looks a little unsettled.]

One mind-reader is weird enough... Trust me, you don't wanna hear my thoughts. Most of the time, I don't even wanna hear 'em.

[They usually involve him feeling like he's the worst of the worst for making all the mistakes he has, for lying to his friends, for making bad choices. Inside Axel's head is a tangled mess of self-deprecation and guilt complex; not exactly good reading material.]

[peacockherald]

_{[ He chuckles, not seeming offended. He understood the worry - he had had his own brain ransacked once by a dark wizard, and never wanted to have it done again. ]}

Frankly, I don't want to hear anyone else's thoughts either. Not to mention such an invasion of privacy is completely unethical, and just... wrong. As I said, I only force my way in if there is a true cause - such as there not being any other way to communicate in an emergency over distance.

_{[ He could be there with you on guilt, Axel. Guilt for the death of his life-bonded, though recently he had found healing for that guilt he'd carried so long. ]}