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Who: Count D; absolutely open!
Where: The deck, elsewhere
When: Today, mid-afternoon onwards
What: Gettin' acquainted with the Barge.
Note: Multiple threads encouraged! D's going to be wandering so feel free to bump into him in pretty much any of the public areas.
Since the jolting, unpleasant displacement between the Earth and the Barge, D was coming to get a feel for the strange ship. His journal, a tome previously little-used other than to record the petshop's business, now spoke with the voices of dozens - and they had been quite informative. So. Given that he had arrived without knowledge of the where and why, he was apparently an Inmate. He had possibly died, something which he did not recall happening. Most notably his purpose was to be retrained; redeemed.
The hallways had felt claustrophobic but the deck was, if anything, too much in the other direction: an infinite black space, glittering with distant worlds, like nothing he had ever seen from Earth. For the time being he was content to stand at the bow and watch, long fingers woven together on the railing. His appearance betrayed none of the displeasure he felt: his expression was settled into a neutral half-smile and the long, intricate silk robe he wore was flawless.
He was trapped on a ship that travelled without boundaries and dispensed justice. It struck him as a joke, albeit in quite bad taste. If he had done wrong, then by whose judgement? Who was the 'Admiral' to make these distinctions?
A minute frown crossed his features before he let his hands drop from the railing; he stepped away and turned, reviewing what life there was on the deck. It would be best to take stock of this new environment, he supposed, before his ignorance might cost him.
Where: The deck, elsewhere
When: Today, mid-afternoon onwards
What: Gettin' acquainted with the Barge.
Note: Multiple threads encouraged! D's going to be wandering so feel free to bump into him in pretty much any of the public areas.
Since the jolting, unpleasant displacement between the Earth and the Barge, D was coming to get a feel for the strange ship. His journal, a tome previously little-used other than to record the petshop's business, now spoke with the voices of dozens - and they had been quite informative. So. Given that he had arrived without knowledge of the where and why, he was apparently an Inmate. He had possibly died, something which he did not recall happening. Most notably his purpose was to be retrained; redeemed.
The hallways had felt claustrophobic but the deck was, if anything, too much in the other direction: an infinite black space, glittering with distant worlds, like nothing he had ever seen from Earth. For the time being he was content to stand at the bow and watch, long fingers woven together on the railing. His appearance betrayed none of the displeasure he felt: his expression was settled into a neutral half-smile and the long, intricate silk robe he wore was flawless.
He was trapped on a ship that travelled without boundaries and dispensed justice. It struck him as a joke, albeit in quite bad taste. If he had done wrong, then by whose judgement? Who was the 'Admiral' to make these distinctions?
A minute frown crossed his features before he let his hands drop from the railing; he stepped away and turned, reviewing what life there was on the deck. It would be best to take stock of this new environment, he supposed, before his ignorance might cost him.