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shellphones2025-03-05 01:53 am
emet_sulk) wrote in shellphones2025-03-05 01:53 am
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Join the Raiders of the Lost Arts
Type: Video
Sender ID: emet-sulk (Emet-Selch)
To: Public
Subject: Join the Raiders of the Lost Arts
Warnings: Extremely cringe/cheesy theatrics maybe
[ It's been a little while since Emet-Selch has had cause to put on a performance. His last one - half-hearted one may argue but no less sincere - had ended satisfactorily. The curtains falling on a bittersweet end and the night passing its baton to the dawn of a new day. This performance isn't nearly so dire nor so serious. But Emet-Selch takes it seriously regardless.
After all, there's not much point in a research vessel when there's hardly any researchers to fill it.
When the video feed switches on, his smile is already in place: thin, bordering on a smirk, yet congenial. For those who know him, this is a lot more life than most of them will have seen from him in the past year. ]
Greetings, newcomers and latecomers. I am Emet-Selch. Acting captain of the Raiders of the Lost Arts crew.
[ He's holding the shellphone in true 'selfie' fashion. The vacant deck of the Phantom Moon can be seen behind him, fin-like sails furled. Keener eyes may recognise it as being docked in Eltrut. Their crew are on the island somewhere enjoying some time off.
With a grandiose sweep of his arm, he turns the camera away from him so that people can take in the ship. It's largely in the style of a Chinese junk (credit to original captain's player for the image). ]
We're currently seeking some intrepid people to join our little band. As you can see, we have ample room and quarters...
[ The camera moves towards the inner corridor, pausing in front of the kitchen, the workshop laboratory, and one of the empty cabins. ]
While research of the old and unusual is our little crew's aim, we will gladly welcome anyone who feels their niche interests are unsupported by their circumstances. [ Emet-Selch leans back into frame briefly here to wink. ] Be you poisoner, cook, or mad scientist: don't worry - we shan't judge.
[ At that moment, a strange creature pops its head up. It opens its beak and tries to bite Emet-Selch's phone and tug it away from him. There's soft cursing in a harsh, unrecognisable language before one can hear him calling to someone. ]
Professor, your bird is at it again!
[ There's some tussling and the feed cuts out briefly (although there is still the sound of two men negotiating with the robot bird). Once the image returns, it is steady. The creature is presumably being manhandled away from the camera. Emet-Selch clears his throat. ]
Ahem! Besides the usual facilities, we have a garden in which you may take your ease should your work grow too tiresome.
[ He moves towards the back of the ship now and points the shellphone camera at lush-looking smaller personal ship that functions as a floating garden. After ample time, the camera pulls back and Emet-Selch's face returns to the screen as he walks back to the centre of the ship. ]
Should you desire a more quiet, private setting, however, you may also make use of our island base. Alas, that is a place whose location I cannot divulge unless one is a part of the crew. So should you be interested, do come find us at Eltrut. We shall be docked here until tensions settle.
Ah! Speaking of which, we care not which armada has claimed you. All intellectual curiosity is welcome.
[ With one last smile and a trill of his fingers, the feed endsand Emet proceeds to lie down in embarrassment for an hour. ]
Sender ID: emet-sulk (Emet-Selch)
To: Public
Subject: Join the Raiders of the Lost Arts
Warnings: Extremely cringe/cheesy theatrics maybe
[ It's been a little while since Emet-Selch has had cause to put on a performance. His last one - half-hearted one may argue but no less sincere - had ended satisfactorily. The curtains falling on a bittersweet end and the night passing its baton to the dawn of a new day. This performance isn't nearly so dire nor so serious. But Emet-Selch takes it seriously regardless.
After all, there's not much point in a research vessel when there's hardly any researchers to fill it.
When the video feed switches on, his smile is already in place: thin, bordering on a smirk, yet congenial. For those who know him, this is a lot more life than most of them will have seen from him in the past year. ]
Greetings, newcomers and latecomers. I am Emet-Selch. Acting captain of the Raiders of the Lost Arts crew.
[ He's holding the shellphone in true 'selfie' fashion. The vacant deck of the Phantom Moon can be seen behind him, fin-like sails furled. Keener eyes may recognise it as being docked in Eltrut. Their crew are on the island somewhere enjoying some time off.
With a grandiose sweep of his arm, he turns the camera away from him so that people can take in the ship. It's largely in the style of a Chinese junk (credit to original captain's player for the image). ]
We're currently seeking some intrepid people to join our little band. As you can see, we have ample room and quarters...
[ The camera moves towards the inner corridor, pausing in front of the kitchen, the workshop laboratory, and one of the empty cabins. ]
While research of the old and unusual is our little crew's aim, we will gladly welcome anyone who feels their niche interests are unsupported by their circumstances. [ Emet-Selch leans back into frame briefly here to wink. ] Be you poisoner, cook, or mad scientist: don't worry - we shan't judge.
[ At that moment, a strange creature pops its head up. It opens its beak and tries to bite Emet-Selch's phone and tug it away from him. There's soft cursing in a harsh, unrecognisable language before one can hear him calling to someone. ]
Professor, your bird is at it again!
[ There's some tussling and the feed cuts out briefly (although there is still the sound of two men negotiating with the robot bird). Once the image returns, it is steady. The creature is presumably being manhandled away from the camera. Emet-Selch clears his throat. ]
Ahem! Besides the usual facilities, we have a garden in which you may take your ease should your work grow too tiresome.
[ He moves towards the back of the ship now and points the shellphone camera at lush-looking smaller personal ship that functions as a floating garden. After ample time, the camera pulls back and Emet-Selch's face returns to the screen as he walks back to the centre of the ship. ]
Should you desire a more quiet, private setting, however, you may also make use of our island base. Alas, that is a place whose location I cannot divulge unless one is a part of the crew. So should you be interested, do come find us at Eltrut. We shall be docked here until tensions settle.
Ah! Speaking of which, we care not which armada has claimed you. All intellectual curiosity is welcome.
[ With one last smile and a trill of his fingers, the feed ends
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[ Sort of. He imagines the intent was to research actual ancient artifacts but why stifle people's interests? ]
Are you a soulseer as well? I believe you're the first I've spoken to who has an interest in spirits.
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I can see a lot of things that other people can't. Including spirits.
And they're not all bad. Spirits, I mean. It just takes time to start understanding them.
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If you wish to research them then you are more than welcome to. I am rather busy of late but I can offer my advice or my eyes if you ever need them. Our crew aims to support everyone's interests.
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it's a good thing that this is a text conversation because momo has to stop herself from unleashing an onslaught of questions on this unsuspecting stranger.
what the fuck is the aetherial sea? but she'll wait until they actually meet. )
Count as me interested!
Plus one more, my friend Okarun. (*ᗜ*)
My name is Momo.
Are there any requirements to joining?
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[ For formality's sake, there's a record of their members (ooc sign-up). ]
If you need assistance then do not be afraid to ask for it as well.
Once you have time as well, I should like to meet you face-to-face. You and your friend. If you're to join our crew then we shall have to assign you both cabins on our ship.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up!
We get cabins on the ship? Both of us?
How's your ship? Fancy? Stylish?
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The ship itself is larger than my little recording would make it seem, I suppose. It has to be to tow the garden behind it.
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It's... It's just a relief! Okarun is the only person I know here, but we're on different armadas.
It's been a real pain trying to spend time together like we used to. And I really don't like being that far apart in case something happens.
Heh! It feels a little like the solution just fell into my lap with this.
We'll serve you loyally! O' captain, my captain.
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Needless to say there will be no armada rivalry tolerated whilst on the ship. All of us who sail on the Phantom Moon are knowledge seekers. Brethren of inquisitive minds. Keep that to heart and we shall have no trouble at all.
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Fuck that armada shit!
I don't like my rivals or enemies or whatever decided for me.
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