[ Hooboy, this feels more than a little bit like sneaking into the boss's office, even if she's trying to help. She'll settle herself within her Mind Place before she looks up to ask the question, though she'll start with the assumption that he might hear her. ]
Admiral, this is Saga Anderson, one of your wardens.
We're currently on the Narrenschiff and our life support systems are, uh... not doing great. No one knows why. Regardless of that, we're having some concerns about when you're showing up... and if we're going to be allowed to go back to you.
Jesse got your message, though. So...
Coming. Help. Wait.
Do you need help? Or are you coming to help us and we should wait?
[he's angry: it's a fiery, active sort of anger, flaring up in showers of golden sparks like static at every shift in his thoughts and half-obscuring the whispering presence beneath.
There's no clear image of face or form, just a bulk of presence. Wearing a smart naval hat.]
coming to get / stolen stolen how dare / my passengers deserve better
[ The vehemence of the response tells her a lot, but the important parts that come through are both a relief to the part of her mind that has been prickling with suspicion... and an alarm.
She doesn't know if the Admiral is hearing her, but she hopes he is. There's an absent thought that she should have used some of her lingering phone battery to play The Sea of Night while she did this, but too late. She doesn't want to chance losing whatever this is.
Business time.]
Admiral, be advised: the Narenschiff has weapons aboard for naval combat. They're pirates. And good at it.
[ Focus on the question, Anderson. ]
Do you have an ETA? Should we prep for fight or flight?
[ It's a new and unique feeling, to have the connection slip away. She can't say she likes it, and if she wasn't trying to do this subtly, perhaps she'd fight harder. But the benefit here is that she's getting information that hopefully the Cap'n and his crew won't know about so they can prepare. That means letting the connection go, and she'll let it go without saying anything else. Instead, she's got work to do. ]
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makethestory) wrote2024-02-23 11:51 pm
The Admiral (Narrenschiff Plot)
[ Hooboy, this feels more than a little bit like sneaking into the boss's office, even if she's trying to help. She'll settle herself within her Mind Place before she looks up to ask the question, though she'll start with the assumption that he might hear her. ]
Admiral, this is Saga Anderson, one of your wardens.
We're currently on the Narrenschiff and our life support systems are, uh... not doing great. No one knows why. Regardless of that, we're having some concerns about when you're showing up... and if we're going to be allowed to go back to you.
Jesse got your message, though. So...
Coming. Help. Wait.
Do you need help? Or are you coming to help us and we should wait?
Re: The Admiral (Narrenschiff Plot)
There's no clear image of face or form, just a bulk of presence. Wearing a smart naval hat.]
coming to get / stolen stolen how dare / my passengers deserve better
Re: The Admiral (Narrenschiff Plot)
She doesn't know if the Admiral is hearing her, but she hopes he is. There's an absent thought that she should have used some of her lingering phone battery to play The Sea of Night while she did this, but too late. She doesn't want to chance losing whatever this is.
Business time.]
Admiral, be advised: the Narenschiff has weapons aboard for naval combat. They're pirates. And good at it.
[ Focus on the question, Anderson. ]
Do you have an ETA? Should we prep for fight or flight?
Re: The Admiral (Narrenschiff Plot)
[The presence is already wavering, the fire going gray-toned and the sound shifting from crackling to a hiss of white noise.]
gonna show him/остопизденеть
Re: The Admiral (Narrenschiff Plot)