Voicetest; canon is the Leviathan Trilogy by Scott Westerfeld

[walksthestorm]

Pardon me, Ms. Mundane, but don't you think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself? You still have one final book to read, after all, and I suppose you'll want to look over the aeronautics manual as well.

Even more importantly than that, what are we to do in one of these games while there's a war being waged across Europe? It may be true I'm little more than a "waste of hydrogen" aboard the Leviathan at the moment, and yet I'm afraid I don't see how leaving the continent - or perhaps more - is going to achieve anything.

Comments

[mistersharp]

You aren't much of a waste of hydrogen, anyway. [Deryn smirks mischievously at him.]

[just]

{ --Bloody fabs. } The Leviathan is your airship, yeah? I've met a midshipman of yours on the Thor. The lad's name is Dylan; don't know if the name would ring a bell to you.

[walksthestorm]

Thank you for that, Mr. Sharp. [Despite the attempt at humor, he sounds vaguely exasperated.]

I suppose it doesn't make as much of a difference when dealing with these Mundanes as it does with hydrogen breathers.

[walksthestorm]

[Godless abominations. He still can't get within arm's length of a fléchette bat without shuddering.]

Well, it isn't my airship; it belongs to the British. But I am familiar with the Leviathan's crew.

You know Dylan?

[The Thor sounds like another ship of some kind.]

[just]

{ Finally someone who understands! --lol bracket text. }

You serve on it, is what I mean. { Even though he looks young, but.

And he nods. } Good bloke. Someone ought to keep a leash on him, though.

[walksthestorm]

[[Just imagine what his reaction would be to Babelfish and Vogons. *Shudders*]]

Oh...yes of course. [Not exactly. Alek's a horrible liar, but explaining everything (and after that ordeal with Eddie Malone)...]

[Alek smiles.] That sounds like him. Dylan's the best airman I know.

babelfish forever living in your ears. beautiful.

[just]

{ Very convincing, sir. Good thing Edmund's in no mood to pry. or to make a quip on how Alek must not know many airmen if a boy's the best he's seen }

You're good friends with him, I'll take it.

You mean detestable, don't you? How would one get it out?

[durchlaucht]

[Well, he really doesn't know many; it's true.]

Friends and allies, yes. But how is it that Dylan came to be on another ship? [As far as Alek knows, Dylan would never leave the Leviathan willingly. A transfer, perhaps?]

GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO FIGURE THAT OUT ON YOUR OWN HUH <33

[just]

It's a space-ship, first of all. I don't reckon anybody knows how they get there in the first place. You just sort of do wind up there. It's more a case that there's no real way to get out.

Pffffttt.... "Get stuffed!"

[durchlaucht]

[A "spaceship". Well, that explains everything.]

[In other words, it explains absolutely nothing.]

You're telling me that this ship of yours travels through outer space, and that the officers won't allow any passengers to disembark?

I hear firecrackers in your ears are an easy way to draw it out.

[just]

You certainly can, but you'll stay in a world were the air and water and soil's all booze, instead of where you were taken from. Those are the kinds of worlds the ship docks in.

Easy way to get killed, too, I suspect.

[durchlaucht]

That's madness...

[He's not even sure if this explanation can be believed.]

Are none of the worlds sensible and orderly? [Not that the real world is sensible, but at least it isn't made up entirely of alcohol.]