First Stripe; Audio

[sandpaperbreath]

[The voice is just above a whisper, raspy and familiar to some. The tone is unimpressed. Could be entirely possible he was put up to using ShipNet at all. That’s right-he doesn’t like your comms, Redd.]

I’m looking for information. ‘Bout this ship, the crew, yourselves.

…Name’s Torn.

[And he’s very wary aboot this whole social network thing.

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[shadesofeco]

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... Torn?

[sandpaperbreath]

...Jak?

[Ashelin hadn't mentioned this. Ashelin, you hadn't mentioned this!]

[shadesofeco]

[Holy shit it's really Torn. Jak's a little out of breath, taking a break from frolicking in the snow.]

You just got here?

[sandpaperbreath]

Apparrently.

How long have you been here for, then?

[yousoundblue]

Torn! You're back!

[She's at her cheerful-est, which is pretty damn cheerful. Lika loev Torn ♥]

[sandpaperbreath]

Back?

[He is beyond unimpressed.

Who are you and why does he like your voice?]

[yousoundblue]

Yes! Back! It's probably a recording from a different mind-state that doesn't remember me, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends again!

[Jak, please explain to Torn that Lika is a loon, but harmless.]

[sandpaperbreath]

...

Was that even English?

Look. Lady. I'm new here. If yer gonna start spewing jargen do me a favor and explain it before you go on a frikkin' tangent an' leave me behind.

[nottheaveragekg]

[Ashe is still trying to piece things together. She doesn't have words for this just yet, but she's at least listening, and keeping an eye on you.]

[sandpaperbreath]

[Torn is making funny faces at his comm and snapping at people. Isn't he just the model of social? I bet you wish you could make friends as easy as he is, Ashe.]

[nottheaveragekg]

[She finally has something.]

Look who's Mr. Popular.

[sandpaperbreath]

Most of it's jus' frikkin' weird.

[He lets the comm fall into his lap, looking back at her.]

[shenghuanzhe]

You're on the MS Elegante, captained by none other than Captain James Wolfgang Redd himself. I'm Kage, his First Mate. Our voyage's destination is the Golden Shore. As a passenger, th'details of the trip aren't really fuckin' relevent to you, so fuck 'em.

Just relax. Any questions?

[sandpaperbreath]

Yeah. I gotta question.

Why aren't the details 'relevant'? I can guess why y'don't what us knowin' them, but wording it like that.

Smells like bullshit.

[ecopiracy]

[Torn's name has caught his interest. It's unique enough that this is very likely the same person that had kept coming up in Ashelin's thoughts. He hadn't pressed the issue then, but now...

Well, why not find out about the man straight from his own mouth?]

Phoenix. Captain of the Phantom Blade and formerly from Aeropa. This ship and its crew are bound on a voyage whose purpose no one seems to deem fit to share, but if you're looking for the man to blame for your presence here, his name is Captain Redd.

[sandpaperbreath]

Aeropa?

Why does that sound familiar?

[It may be nothing, but he slipped that in regardless. He's still under the impression that everyone is from his world, even if he's already heard otherwise. Hard conviction to shake.

Lucky for him, he has heard of Aeropa. You should jog his memory, Feenie~]

Phoenix. How long have you been here?

[ecopiracy]

It's a city on the Brink.

[He knows that feeling intimately. He's still adjusting to the fact that most people here are not from his world, even if they say things that make it sound like they are. In this case, though, he knows that Torn is almost certainly from Haven, and so he feels no need to elaborate on what "the Brink" is. Torn should know well enough.]

As for myself, I have been here for roughly two weeks. Far too long, if you ask me.

[sandpaperbreath]

The Brink?

[Yuppers, that's where he remembers that name from. Fuckall, that's retarded. No way.

...Ashelin's look is saying 'Way.' Oh damn it all to--]

Never heard anythin' substantial about that place really existing.

You're sayin' it does.

This boat is full of surprises.

[If he thinks that's surprising, he's in for a long haul, huh, Feenie?]