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driftfleet2015-10-18 03:20 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-18 03:20 pm
Entry tags:
- !atroma,
- !event,
- !mingle,
- ahsoka tano,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- asteffiel,
- beverly crusher,
- clay terran,
- cole,
- cullen rutherford,
- daria morgendorffer,
- davesprite,
- dorian pavus,
- elecman.exe,
- elize lutus,
- felix harrowgate,
- haruka tenoh,
- isabela,
- james buchanan barnes (au),
- james buchanan barnes (ou),
- jennifer keller,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- kurt wagner,
- lea (axel),
- leanne,
- mordin solus,
- nami,
- octavia blake,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- remy lebeau,
- richard castle,
- rick sanchez,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- souji seta,
- stefan salvatore,
- steven quartz universe,
- syeira,
- the vision,
- toph beifong,
- vash the stampede,
- wanda maximoff,
- yuuki konno
Beam me up
[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.]
ooc info:
Happy belated birthday, Drift Fleet! This is the first official mingle for the Season Finale event. As always, this is very backtag friendly-- including the Hosts section below. Take a look at the event information, then jump in and enjoy!
Event information → Here!
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.]
ooc info:
Happy belated birthday, Drift Fleet! This is the first official mingle for the Season Finale event. As always, this is very backtag friendly-- including the Hosts section below. Take a look at the event information, then jump in and enjoy!
Event information → Here!
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[At some point through his searching, he'll approach Stefan whose reading some fiction book in oe of the nooks. He's still wearing the Atroma-issued pajamas (yeah, he probably still hasn't figured out where his room is), but at least he's got a a blue coat over it that looks suspiciously like Clay's. But most importantly, he seems to be hiding something behind his back]
Hey. I found something you might like.
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Hey. [He glances over behind Allen, as if it'll reveal the great mystery. It doesn't.] What exactly is it? Because I don't think a lot can beat the tea.
[It's got milk! The little things in life.]
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Ha, I'm not sure about that. [But fine! He'll remove his arms from behind his back to show him. It's two copies of the Qur'an: one in English, and one in Arabic]
Ta-dah!
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Stefan doesn't have to stare at those long to know exactly what those are - he immediately rises to his feet, tentatively reaching out to them as if they'll disappear on him at any second.] H-how did you...?
[It takes him a second, but he reaches out for the Arabic one first, flipping through it quickly for little mistakes since he's memorized the damn thing and-- right. Manners.]
Thank you. For uh, taking the time to even find this.
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It was luck, mostly - or, as if God wills, I suppose.
[That's how that expression goes, right? He'll lower his hand with the english one. He only grabbed both since he wasn't sure which language Stefan had studied it in]
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[If Allen wasn't holding a holy book, Stefan would've hugged him, because holy shit. Stefan can't honestly remember the last time he's smiled like this - it was definitely before the Fleet. Had to be.]
Think we can arm-wrestle Atroma into letting us take these back?
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Can't hurt to try! I think they'd be in better hands with you anyway.
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[He sets the Arabic Qur'an down on the couch, and caves into the urge to hug Allen. Stefan's not much of a hugger. As in, he's been raised in a super affectionate family who hug him way more than he reciprocates the action and-- well, he doesn't normally think about initiating it.
Except now.] If they've got the Qur'an, then maybe... they've got a lot of other religious texts here too.
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Yeah, that's what I'm thinking! If we can bring them back to the fleet, it'd be great for the center!
hover for translation!
But yeah, it's worth a shot. If they're going to the trouble of bringing things like our diaries, they might as well let us take back stuff too.
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[He gives a reassuring smile as he pulls away, pocketing his red hand before Stefan can get a good look at the back of his hand]
And yeah, exactly. It's not like it's being used here.
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You know the Fleet. Their taste tends to run in the exact opposite spectrum. [Gesturing towards some people watching Sharknado.] Why look for holy scripture when you've got every terrible movie out there?
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Or books about teenage demigods?
[You're as bad as the rest of us Alesci.]
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Fair enough.
I just... I don't know, I was never much for movies growing up.
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Mm...where I'm from, they'd only just been invented. But I got a bit hooked on them while I was in Paradisa.
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[He blinks, staring at Allen as if he's just now realizing something from the first time...]
If movies were only just invented for you, that would mean you're from the early 20th century? Or uh, the turn of the 20th?
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1899, actually.
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Wow.
Yeah, I... I wasn't even born until 1992. [Or 1847, when he feels like identifying more with Salvatore.]
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But really! People can come from any time period here.
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It's just, I would've never guessed you were from 1899.
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Why not?
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[He shrugs, furrowing his brow as he thinks about it.]
Dumb assumptions, probably - unless it's obvious you're from a different point in time or a different planet, I don't think much about it.
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I see. I guess next time I'll remember to wear a monocle.
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[He's totally laughing in return, and it's honestly the first real laugh he's had since he arrived, so he flashes Allen a grateful smile.] But seriously, don't. I wouldn't know where you'd even get one here.
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See? [He gives a huge grin, and holds out his arms as activates his curse eye so a lens appears over his eye. Like a monocle] Ta-dah~!
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