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[gotyourwallet]

[The comm comes to life with a loud crack. The device just got dropped accidentally. Vie’s muttered voice is heard.]

This is great. I’ve no idea where in Kellos I am and now I’m breaking items that I can’t even start to decipher.

[The comm is picked up and she turns it in her hands. Vie’s voice is louder with the device closer to her face.]

He could have warned me at least before--

[Whatever strength was in her tone dies out and she falls quiet. A second later, sobbing is heard. It takes her a moment to get back under control.]

Dammit. [Muttered] He's gone Vierren. Hold it together.

[The girl is unaware the comm is on, or really what it is.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Her attention is jerking towards the comm. Excellent. Now she's hearing voices.]

Where?

[There's a sound as she cautiously picks up the device and listens.]

I'm not crying, voice of... whoever.

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay... good. I jus' thought I heard, like... I don' know, don' mind me.

So yer new, right? Well, jus' so y'know an' ain't confused later, m'Sal, not whoever. Who're you?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, really. You need not worry, Sal.

[Her tone is carefully masked to hide what she's really feeling. She's not doing as good a job as usual.]

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure where I am. Or where you are for that matter.

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

I'm in m'room. An' if yer anythin' like anyone else on th'boat, yer in yer room, too.

Well, yer new room. Welcome to yer new room!

oh my god he's adorable. <33

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

So I'm on a boat in my new room, hm.

Do you know where this boat is going?

its natural <3

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Nooot really. Well, kinda. Th'Golden Shore, 'parently, s'what I heard. But I ain't got a thought in th'world as t'where that might be.

Don' mightily wanna go, m'self, but... well, we really ain't got a choice.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of The Golden Shore. What do you mean, 'no choice'? Are we prisoners--

[Pause.]

I never told you my name, Sal. Sorry, my mind isn't working quite as clearly as usual. My name is Chelle Vierren. [Go go strong accent.]

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Not... prisoners, per se. Well, some people would per se, but I feel pretty free here. Tha's jus' me, though. Y'got free roam of pretty much anywhere but the real lower decks. An'... don' go t'deck 'leven 'less yer fire proof.

...hey, y'got a nickname? [You don't want to hear Sal butcher your name, trust me.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Fire on... deck eleven? How big is this boat exactly? Where I'm from boats have on or two decks, if that.

[She laughs a little. Sal is doing a good job at distracting her from her thoughts.]

You can call me Vie, if that's easier. [Rhymes with high~]

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Bigger'n a boat should be, from what I gather.

Hey, Vie? Fer real? I got a sister named Violet, we call 'er Vi fer short. S'a good name y'got there. [And now he's homesick, but this is no time for that business. He can mope later.]

Well, Vie's much easier, an' I'll 'member it, so tha's a plus fer both've us.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[That just earned a smile. Thanks Sal!]

So it seems, yes. And you have a sister, how lucky. It's not a common name back home, so I'm a little surprised to hear of another. Then again, your sister is Violet and I am Vierren, so I guess that's similar enough.

[Oh look, she's babbling. Vie stops herself from continuing and resumes question time.]

Are there many people on this over sized boat?

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

[He's got eight sisters, actually, so... whether one interprets that as lucky or not is probably an individual decision. But he keeps that to himself, no need to burden this lovely girl with useless information about himself.]

Ah, I think there's somethin' like a hundred people maybe? Or somethin'. 'Round that number. In any case, s'a lotta folks.

An' not all of 'em human, mind you. Giant robots an' th'like. Elves, demons. Y'oughta be prepared. I had no idea when I first got here.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[There is a pause while she gives the comm a confused look.]

Erm. I've never heard of any of those... titles before. If you don't mind my asking, what are you, Sal?

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm as human as they come. Well, kinda. I'm awful tall, but I ain't a real giant. Not that giants exist where I come from, but I would guess they exist somewhere.

M'I safely 'sumin' that yer a human yerself, Vie?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Human. [She's sounding out the word, getting a feel for it.]

I am Valei, Sal. [Pause.] And there are no giants where I come from either.

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

...y'know, I'm real sorry if s'rude, but I ain't real versed on other worlds. Wha's a Valei?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Ah... You know, I've never been asked that before. And it's fine. I've no idea what a human is either.

It's a little hard to explain. Centuries ago the Valei were tall, graceful beings. Two arms, two legs, lean bodies. Mostly hairless save for what fell from their heads and ears with a distinct point at the end. Two eyes, a nose, mouth, eight fingers and two thumbs, ten toes.

[She laughs a little, feeling silly for the description.]

Now we are much the same, only lacking the graceful movement that my ancestors had and my ears are short and rounded. I hope that was some help.

[Please Sal. Don't be a shifter.]

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Well, sounds t'me like what I call human, you call Vallee or whatcha said. I think we're th' same thing, jus' got diff'rent words for it. An' humans ain't never been diff'rent than we are now. Never had pointed ears or nothin'. But seems we're basically th'same.

'Less'n you have magic powers, I ain't got none'a that.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Definite sigh of relief goes here.]

I'm glad to hear it actually. Where I come from there are others that aren't so kind. It's a comfort to hear that we are alike.

And no. No powers or magic for me either.

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Then I guess we're th'same, huh? Whattya mean other that ain't so kind?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Ones place in the world is determined by clan, or race. My kind sit on the bottom of the ladder. The shifter clans and beasts hold the upper ranks.

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Fer real? Dang, where I'm from, humans are the top rung. 'Least, so far as we know.

Well, no worries. Everyone's equal 'round here, so y'can relax. Yer free as y'please.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Again, your words are a comfort. Thank you, Sal.

[You have no idea how much she means it.]

Free to roam but not allowed to leave. I guess I'll take what I can get.

[conquistasal.livejournal.com]

Yer takin' this mighty well. M'sumin' y'din' leave much behind?

Ah, y'don' gotta answer that if s'personal. Jus' the pattern I seen with people who take 'rivin' here as smoothly as y'are.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Pause. She's taking a moment to compose herself so that her voice doesn't break when she replies.]

There's nothing to go back to. I can only move forward.