Fragile

[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]

I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.

[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]

What I want to know is wher--

[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]

What in hell is that!?

[End transmission.]

 [Persons on or passing by Deck 12 might notice the Valei woman standing outside her room, the door wide open and a troubled look on her face. She paces back and forth, evidently bothered and continues to look from inside the room to the hallway outside. After a pause, she vanishes inside, moving carefully and when she returns, it's with a leap that she lands back on deck.

Comm in her hand, Vie clicks it on.]

Everyone, it's been a long while since I've spoken. For that I am sorry.

[Get to the point Vie.]

Are any of you having issues with your sleeping quarters? Mine appears to of ah... half vanished. The left side of my room is gone, entirely, taking with it half of my bed and a rather large amount of my things.

[Things that shall be mourned once she figures out what the hell is going on and if anyone else is having an issues.]

Stay safe.

[Click.]

[The video feeds kicks in with the fast blur image of the library. It would seem the comm has taken a leap from the hands of it's owner and is plummeting from the top of a bookshelf to the floor. A voice cuts through the air, speaking in a strange language.]

1Ta! Suto'nmi-- Merce!

[With a thud, it lands, completely undamaged and left to lie with it's lens facing upwards to where it fell from. Perched on the top railing of a ladder with her foot resting on the edge of a shelf is Vie. She leans over to peer down at the comm, hand still outstretched from holding it only seconds before.

There's a short moment of the woman just... looking, expression slightly worried that she might of broken the comm. She nabs a rather thick book from the shelf that her foot rests on and in a swift motion jumps from the top of the ladder. Vie lands lightly and reaches to pick up the comm. Anyone watching will see her turn the comm in her hands and hold it up for inspection. Spying no damage, she smiles before realizing that the video is active and that she's broadcasting to the entire boat.]

Ah... sorry!

[She can't not laugh as she shuts the video feed off.]

(ooc: 1Ta! Suto'nmi-- Merce! means 'No! Come bac-- SHIT' in Vie's native tongue. She's in the library, eager to do some research on some, or rather one of the races she's just met. Can anyone say 'Vampire?' Vie's encounter with Eric has left her determined to know her target and not fear him. Godric has left her plain curious.)