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[tattoofists]

[Comm clicking on and the sound of fumbling hands. This is closely followed by a slightly disgruntled, muttered voice.]

What the hell is this? The damn Communicator is a relic. Am I going back in time or what?

[Realization that yes, the comm is on and yes, what he’s saying is being heard by whoever might be out there.]

Uh, hello! This is Cliff Fittir

Comments

[rdmcatpaw]

Don't burn yourself!

[...Real obvious there Cat.]

Um, the deck underneath you has a lot of luggage that you can pick from incase you need more clothing.

[tattoofists]

I don't plan on it!

[There's a casual glance around to see if anyone's watching. Cliff may or my not of had a hand extended to the fire. Just testing the heat. Really.]

Whoa really? That'll be handy.

[Pause.]

Wait, did you say luggage? Doesn't that belong to people?

[rdmcatpaw]

That's good.

Well, the crew said that it'd be okay to take anything we want from it.

[tattoofists]

Did they now?

Huh. It still seems a little strange though. Kinda like theft.

[rdmcatpaw]

Yeah, its weird at first but where else can you get clothing that fits? Its not like this boat stops anywhere -- well except for the odd time.

[tattoofists]

Whaat? No stops?

Realistically it's gotta stop at some point. I mean, what about supplies and fuel and letting people on and off?

[rdmcatpaw]

None, except for two. Both when there was something wrong with the boat.

I believe it has to do with magic, but I may be wrong.

[tattoofists]

...That's handy to know.

[If the boat won't stop, he'll make it stop. Unless he can get someone to port him out. Perhaps he could rewire his comm to send an SOS out to Mirage.]

Magic? Eh, I'm still not sure about that.

[He's seen it done. Symbology, Runology, but whatever it is, Cliff still finds it hard to believe. Not that he doesn't appreciate it.]

This might sound a little strange, but what planet is this?

[rdmcatpaw]

Um, I wouldn't know and I don't think anyone else knows either.

[Her voice takes a small detour to sadness.]

Besides, the worlds we come from have been destroyed. The first mate told me so, when I exchanged him a frog for an answer.

[tattoofists]

No way! Not all of them. We stopped that!

[Did they fuck up? Had their fight been for nothing? Cliff sure as hell isn't about to believe that. There's a definite note of defiance in his tone.]

Look I know you mean well in telling me this, but it's wrong. The First Mate? is wrong.

[rdmcatpaw]

I thought the same but... I guess I still hope that everything is alright. Sorry for upsetting you.

[Uh, subject change... Subject change...]

You use a linkshell as well?

[tattoofists]

I'm not upset or anything. Just...

[Going through a rough few months. He softens his voice a little.]

Just yesterday I was out there, with people and civilisation and the Federation bugging me to go meet with them.

[Stupid Federation.]

Maybe, just keep the lid on that kind of info until you're a hundred percent sure it's true, okay?

[There we go. He's back to his optimistic self.]

Linkshell?

[rdmcatpaw]

Still, I'm sorry for mentioning it.

Its a device used for communicating, you don't have one?

[tattoofists]

S'alright. Don't sweat it.

Oh this? Yeah I found this one in my room when I woke up. It's pretty old though. I'm surprised it still works.

Otherwise I've got my standard Compact Communicator. Just the same as everyone else out there that travels as much as I do.

[rdmcatpaw]

Oh, so its more like this thing I'm talking you through instead of a pearl.

[But she still calls it a linkshell, even if it has more than just audio.]

[tattoofists]

Yeah, kinda. Think of a super ungraded version of this one.

[Cliff's comm is totally better.]

What's a pearl? I've never heard of that brand before.