[Visual, Location : Central]
The feed cuts on to display that nosy, scar-faced vampire again. He's standing in some sort of dimly-lit steampunk wet dream, surrounded by wheels and levers and pulleys, one hand on each of two large nautical steering wheels, one vertical, one horizontal.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and respected others. One of our fellows is being proactive about getting our captors' attention by generously offering to blow everyone's shit up. Fascinating as I'm sure everyone finds this, if you'd like a safe place to not get your shit blown up, I'm bringing the moonship down over the arrival building in Central right now, and you're all welcome aboard. Yes, I'm a vampire, yes I'm in full possession of my soul, and there's a hatch on board, so no, I feel no special urge to bite any of you. The rules of hospitality apply: show respect for my ship and everyone on it, and you'll be safe as houses. Safer, in this case."
Should anyone care to look up outside, they will see that the vast, pierced sphere that is the Uroc is no longer hanging miles above Taxon, but drifting steadily down toward the Sanctuary-of-Arrival. As it comes lower, the sheer size of the thing is more apparent - it's more like a gigantic cruise-liner than a clipper ship.
"All aboard."
"Ladies, gentlemen, and respected others. One of our fellows is being proactive about getting our captors' attention by generously offering to blow everyone's shit up. Fascinating as I'm sure everyone finds this, if you'd like a safe place to not get your shit blown up, I'm bringing the moonship down over the arrival building in Central right now, and you're all welcome aboard. Yes, I'm a vampire, yes I'm in full possession of my soul, and there's a hatch on board, so no, I feel no special urge to bite any of you. The rules of hospitality apply: show respect for my ship and everyone on it, and you'll be safe as houses. Safer, in this case."
Should anyone care to look up outside, they will see that the vast, pierced sphere that is the Uroc is no longer hanging miles above Taxon, but drifting steadily down toward the Sanctuary-of-Arrival. As it comes lower, the sheer size of the thing is more apparent - it's more like a gigantic cruise-liner than a clipper ship.
"All aboard."