Beam me up

[thespaceopera]

[The weekly Shuffle doesn't happen quite as it should. No new passengers appear on the ships, and no message is sent in from the hosts. The usual day comes and goes without a stir.

And then, on the second day, another one of those surges of static comes in over the speakers, breaking apart for a voice in the background. It's Diamond, and she sounds too far away from the receiver. She also doesn't sound quite like herself-- her tone flat and cold. Disappointed.]

--I know. I can't. [A pause of empty air, before a short, decisive sigh.] ...Yes. Bring them in.

[A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. They have never seen this room before, but those familiar with the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva might recognize the style of decor. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well--clean and chrome--but this set of rooms have never been ventured into before.

Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers.]

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[save_the_souls]

[He had agreed to watch movies as a way to calm down and get his mind off of all the scary possibilities that kept popping up in his mind about what's going on. He had also made the foolish agreement to let Clay pick the movie as he went to get them some food. So he comes back, food in hand (and still wearing Clay's coat) in time to see what movie Clay has picked out]

[Which man, after having heard the guy watch Galaxy Quest...]

...Clay, sweetie. That movie has cartoon animals on the cover. I really don't think it'll be any more scientifically accurate than that last movie.

[geonomy]

[And, like with Stefan, Clay's smile turns into a wide grin, all too happy to subject yet another person to the wonders of this dumb, atrocious movie. He looks at him with that expression, but then it fades to a happier looking one as he sees the food Allen has.]

Oh, good picks! [Then he reaches up to tug lightly on the jacket to tell Allen to sit next to him.] And come on, this movie isn't about scientific accuracy. This one's so terrible and aged so badly that it's great.

[He has a fondness for awful, awful movies, man.]

[save_the_souls]

[He'll let himself get tugged, being careful not to spill the food everywhere as he sits down next to Clay. Which man....he really is excited about this terrible film.]

Really? So you're saying you've seen this before.

[geonomy]

Plenty of times. I've even got the theme as my ringtone.

[And he should probably change it when he gets back, but every time he thinks of doing so, he ends up changing his mind when he's about to do it. It's worth it to see everyone either groan loudly (Apollo) or sing along to it (literally everyone else).]

This is like, my introduction to bad movies.

[save_the_souls]

[Wow Clay. He gives a laugh]

Alright, well then if it's an important part of who you are today, then I'll gladly watch this terrible movie with you.

[geonomy]

It's extremely important. Almost as important as Sharknado.

[Now that Allen's beside him, he'll go ahead and wrap an arm around his shoulders. He knows he's been a bit stressed due to their location, so he'd like to assure him as much as he can in any way.]

[save_the_souls]

[And you know, it helps. He'll lean against that arm and Clay might even be able to feel his shoulders relax a little]

Shark- what?

[geonomy]

Sharknado.

[He nods as if he's saying something profound, meanwhile tracing his fingers up and down Allen's upper arm.]

A tornado made of sharks. It's about as bad as it sounds.

[save_the_souls]

A tornado made out of what?

[He laughs, using his free hand to touch Clay's knee]

We need to watch that. Please.