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[magiktouch]

Who: Clay
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva!
When: Jan 20th

[ It's odd waking up, mostly because Clay doesn't actually do it all that often. In fact he's fairly certain to date he's only ever woken up proper twice before now, and he doesn't recall having run out of power. He's actually doing quite well with that, but as he pushes himself up in bed he still reaches up unconsciously to lay a have over his chest to feel the warm thrum of the core within. Everything appears to be normal.

Everything but his surroundings anyway because those don't make any sense either now that he's starting to pay attention to them. Clay runs a hands through his hair out of reflex (he'd check for bumps or bruises if he thought he was capable of having them), takes a moment to let his lips purse at one side of his mouth, and then stands with a clap. ]

Guess I should see if anyone's home. [ Because he figures he must have been collected again somehow. Funny how that always seems to keep happening. ]

Hello~? [ Come out come out wherever you are... While he starts inspecting literally everything and anything he can get his curious hands on. ]

Comments

video.

[misconceived]

Hey, over here. The console. Whichever one is on for you.

Congratulations, I think you've got the whole ship to yourself right now. I haven't heard of anyone else showing up since the last shuffle.

video.

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[ Well that's...a voice! One he doesn't recognize, but then again Clay really doesn't know that many people to the point of familiarity yet. It's not an unpleasant-sounding voice though, and he blinks as he looks around a little, searching. ]

...Thank-you? [ Now what on earth does he mean by console, he's quite sure aside from some confusion that he's fine. ]

[misconceived]

[ If my not-unpleasant, you mean possibly-twelve-years-old, sure. This poor man. ]

You're welcome. [ Pause while he sees the guy still isn't finding him. ] This way. Your left.

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[ FFFFFF ]

My left... [ At least that's clarified! Clay turns left, but he still sees a bunch of...nothing. Just more of those strange, metal-looking walls and 'cabinets.' ] Are you tiny.

[misconceived]

[ Chris has his head resting in a hand now. ]

No. I'm on a screen. I thought people got cliff notes on these things with their augments?

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What are cliff notes? [ Mister moving-picture, you. It helps to find Chris when his attention's finally drawn to the right location. But he still thinks it's a moving picture here because knowing basic-technology only goes so far when your world has almost none. ]

[misconceived]

Rundowns? One-two-threes? Long stories short?

There. Finally. Hi.

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Well, I am rather partial to stories regardless of their length. [ But yes. He digresses. ] Hello.

[misconceived]

Not what that means. Anyway. Welcome to the Drift Fleet.

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And what exactly is that? This doesn't look like the inside of any ship I've ever seen before. [ He's never even been on a boat. ]

[misconceived]

It's a TV show, apparently. Like... a play people can watch from their homes. We're in space right now.

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...I know what space is. [ And Clay sounds vaguely surprised to declare that, because he's pretty sure not even Mina or the old collector knew what "space" proper was. Why does he know what space is. This is weird. ]

Why do I know that?

[misconceived]

They put something in your head that tells you stuff like that. Don't try messing with it.

[magiktouch]

"They"? [ More importantly, ] What did they put inside of me? [ He's fairly certain his "skull" can't be cracked, so what is going on. Unsure. ]

[misconceived]

The people in charge of the show. Atroma, I think? Anyway, it's an augmentation. Everyone gets one.

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And it teaches you about space. [ That seems. odd. ]

[misconceived]

Space and other technology. You might have a new skill you didn't have, too.

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Like what? Generally I prefer to learn things myself... [ It's weird just having it there. In fact everything about this is weird. ]

[misconceived]

[ Chris agrees, and his family is magical as fuck where everything is weird. ]

I don't know. Apparently I'm a rare one who knew about a lot of this stuff already. Look around, see if you recognize anything you shouldn't.

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Hmm... [ Clay'll take a gander of the room's layout and sort of peer around from his spot, but nothing too significant jumps out at him in particular. Just general stuff. ]

I think I know how to use some of the items in this room. Not very helpful, that.

[misconceived]

Yeah, you won't really get to do much until they push you onto a ship later in the week. Not that you're missing out on all that much.

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"They" being the ones that brought me here? I'm still wondering about that... I don't recall having taken a nap.

[misconceived]

Neither do I, but that's what happened. [ He shrugs. ]

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That's pretty unbelievable you know. Beings capable of something like that.

[misconceived]

Really? That's unbelievable to you? Not that you're in space or you know what it is or dealing with all of this going on right now, but that someone might be behind it?