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Military Log 001 - [Video] | User: mhughes

And...yeah I think that's right...

[The camera feed starts at an odd angle. Maes holding the communicator in such a way that it's clear he's very new to using it. He is looking intently at the screen and then back at the directions held clearly in his other hand. Yes, he's actually using the friendly directions to help. He doesn't seem to notice at first that he's gotten it to video mode though, which probably gives his audience time to notice that he's in the recovery ward. Honestly how different can hospitals/medical bays look in space? Even Maes realized where he was as soon as he opened his eyes.

Speaking of, he's now turned his gaze back to the screen and seems to finally realize that the camera is recording. He smiles -- though if anyone really knew him they'd probably be able to tell it's about as strained as they come. As he starts to speak he manages to adjust the angle so it's not as crooked.]

Oh hello. Lt. Col. Maes Hughes reporting. I just woke up and they told me I can't leave the recovery ward yet, but that I might enjoy passing the time getting to know other people on this ship. I hope you all don't mind, I'll try not to poke too far back in the logs or anything. I'm not even sure I'd know how, honestly.

[There isn't a lot for him to do since he's been ordered to stay in the recovery bay for a little longer. He might even appear a little pale now that people watching can see him more clearly.]

I have to say now though that I'm not even really sure where to begin past giving my name. We don't have anything like this where I'm from so usually conversations would be a bit more immediate. You know, face to face or over the telephone. But I guess I could look at it as writing a letter...except that's not really accurate either, is it?

[He shakes his head. Focus, Hughes.]

Right, so who wants to swap stories? I apparently missed out on the real fun of orientation around here. Really just anyone can talk about anything...just get my mind off of the fact that I'm stuck in a hospital in space.

[The camera shakes a little in Maes's hand, but he steadies his grip. Come on, Maes, you're better at keeping your composure than that]

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You're really missing out on the party happening out in the rest of the ship. Forget orientation, it's fun all day every day out here.

[Ignore the fact that the scene behind him is a quiet and boring alien foodcourt.]

So do you not have smartphones at all where you're from or have they not yet made it to watch form?

How would a hospital planetside be any better?

[Is he missing the point? Yes. Yes, he is absolutely missing the point.]

[He glances at the username first, noting that it's one he hasn't seen before, and then the rest of the message seems to confirm his suspicions.]

You got injured already? [There's obvious concern in his voice.] I could show you how these wrist communicators work, if you want.

Would the recovery ward allow visitors for you right now?
_{[ who tf is this.... ]}

[Someone who comes close to being as unfamiliar with technology as he is? Consider Emil intrigued!

And a bit concerned.]

You're right, it is a lot like writing a letter! There are even letter buttons, if you want to do that on here too. These things can do almost everything, it's really cool!

But... if you need healing, maybe I could try to help? My name's Emil, and I want to use my magic to help people, if I can.

Yeah, you look like you're having the time of your life.

[Maes matches with his own dry retort. He probably wouldn't be so snippy if he wasn't 50 percent freaking out and 50 percent irritated at his circumstances. It's a difficult spot to be in.]

Considering I'm not sure what you even mean by smartphones.

[Maes is intelligent enough to pick up on the 'phone' part...and the implication here is that "smartphones" are a lot like these communication devices they all seem to be given upon arriving (or waking up in his case). Maes shakes his head.]

You have technology like this where you're from?

[Maes is thrown for a loop on that question. Is this like...a riddle or is he being sincere? His response is a little flabbergasted.]

I...don't know? It wouldn't be in space for starters.

[He frowns slightly, not sure if he missed something.]

Although, based on what I've seen and have been told, I probably wouldn't have had quite the same luck if I hadn't been brought to this one. So there is that.

More like arrived with an injury.

[Calling it "an injury" sounds so polite. Like he hadn't just dropped out of a wormhole, bleeding all over the place from a gunshot wound. Injury sounded so tame, but probably correcting him on that would not be the best first impression.]

It hasn't been too difficult to figure out--their instruction manual is pretty helpful and I've always picked up on things pretty quickly.

[Pause]

But at this point I wouldn't turn away company either. Before I got this thing working the only other person to talk to in the past few hours was made of metal and didn't really have much use for small talk.

I'm just under observation and recovering from an injury I sustained before getting here. It's not like I'm in quarantine.

[pause]

But who are you and why do you want to visit some random stranger in the hospital?

Because.. regardless of who you are, I wish for you to get well soon. It is not fun being separated— isolated— from other people, as it can get rather lonely. You have something in common with all of us, and it is you have been brought here.

I believe the only key for our success is unity.
_{[ he's also a bold motherfucker, too. There's that. ]}

Hello, Emil. It's nice to hear a friendly voice.

It certainly seems that way...though I've mostly been looking at the communication functions personally.

As for your offer...I'm not so sure that's necessary. They've got me all fixed up, they just want to keep me in for observation for a little bit to make sure everything is good to go.

[Mostly they're making sure he isn't anemic from all the blood loss and that he gets some rest, food, and fluid to help build his blood back up. But he doesn't need to share those details since that will only lead to more questions.]

I appreciate it though, thank you.

If it's company you want, I don't mind giving it. Arriving here without an injury is stressful enough.

[Yuuri hums quietly as he considers what to do.]

Have you eaten anything yet? I could stop by the Shopping Centre on the way and pick something up for you.

Sure, no problem! I bet the physicians here are really good.

[He's actually audibly relieved he doesn't have to go. He would have if he meant he could help someone, but it's fine by him that someone's already taking care of Hughes.]

What happened? Did you fall out of those weird tubes we all woke up in?

Sure, it's colder out here. It's just space.

[Just space says the one who'd been stuck on a planet and fantasizing about it for nine years of his life, but...then again, it's the flying he gets a thrill out of, not the tedious travel in-between.

He shrugs. It's difficult to consider that anyone may have come from a landlocked planet when they're so rarely seen or heard from. So he shifts gears.]

Anyway, what kind of luck is that?

Are you okay, [ What do you call Lieutenant Colonels? Lieutenant? Colonel? ] sir?

Sorta. Little less advanced for now, but I give it a year or two.

[Jughead shrugs. For all he knows some people (Veronica) are using communication devices like the ones the crew gave them as he speaks.]

Smartphones are just phones you can do other stuff with. Send text messages to people, watch videos, surf the magical network of intangible books and diaries known as the internet. Welcome to the future, enjoy taking pictures of literally everything.

Well aren't you just the motivational speaker.

[Still, he's a little touched and also curious about everyone who is out there.]

But, sure, if you've got nothing better to do I'm not going to turn away some actual company.

Heh. I can only imagine.

[He decides not to go into his own stress. Another reason they'd kept him under observation, he'd had a hard time adjusting to the shock of being here and that had only made his injuries worse. He was still a little shaky, but talking to others was helping. Focusing on something else was a good thing.

The mention of food though, well, damn he hadn't even had dinner before everything that had gone down when things were still normal in his life. If you could call what he left behind normal.]

Actually I haven't. Even before I got here things were a little crazy. A meal that isn't fluid from an IV sounds amazing.

What kind of food do you want? There's a few good bakeries on board. Some sandwich places... um, well you could probably find things similar to whatever you want on here.

[He gives a soft huff of amusement.] A lot of it's alien substitutes, but so far they've all tasted pretty good.

No. This happened before I got here. Apparently whatever anomaly brings us here had good timing.

[Or terrible timing, because if it had shown up a few minutes earlier he wouldn't have been shot in the first place. Although, either way he was a LONG way from home and he didn't want to quite start thinking about what that would mean.]

[He doesn't want to admit it, but he's still fairly shaken about the turn of events that just occurred to him. Mostly he's avoiding talking about it, but it's hard to do when you're in the medbay and making posts. Maybe he should have thought that out more.]

As much as I hate to admit it...it might have been good luck that I came through to here when I did.

I've had better days, no doubt about that.

Also, it's not really necessary to call me "sir" in text.

_{[ a bunch of hot girls are out here...........
but you're gonna get a loser instead. ]}

The comfort of others is something of utmost importance that I can pencil in my schedule.
_{[ his schedule of looking at himself in the mirror the longest.... ]}

Oh! Were you in trouble when you got here, too? So was I!

[What a weird thing to have in common. Emil himself had been a few seconds from destruction, so he understands. It's really jarring, suddenly being somewhere else but still not being totally sure you're safe.]

Well, I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly. And this place is really nice, once you get used to doing everything on these weird little computers.

Sometimes it's hard to know what to say about yourself - we come from so many very different worlds, how much is someone else even going to understand?

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