A call in the dark

[thespaceopera]

[It won't be long before the Marsiva leaves the system. Not once has the fleet's Host Ship gone near the green, mysterious planet, choosing instead to keep it only at the far edges of her reach. All the while, the party deck has remained open and welcoming, tempting passengers to stay and try their luck for last-minute prizes.

And just when it seems like the fleet may leave the Lagan system without incident- a sudden rush of energy flares out across the green planet's surface and beyond, rippling far past its atmosphere until it reaches every ship in the fleet. The energy buffets the hulls and scrambles the instruments for one or two very dramatic minutes - just as it had before, but much more powerful in its reach. The wave is still invisible, save for a confusing warp in the way light describes shapes, but those who are sensitive to various energies--psionic, magical, life-force, or otherwise--will be able to feel an overwhelming force comb through their entire being, before the phenomenon passes over and ends.

However, unlike last time, this wave of energy is not silent. Across both the speakers of every communication device and console, and in the minds of anyone sensitive to the energy, comes the message:]

Yei equoa seh ouat ti unduo ti akun. Yiat deht quoi yiat seh kiskhan. Yiaht seh yesui ti yiat seh enduan, tal yei vissai atuav yei ti esat yiat lehir hanui. Esat yiat lehir evess. Esat yiat lehir illua tal giskat deht. Wes sahat lehir enila yei, wes yei vissai seh nan sahat ista, sahat yayet quoi adaht woru vitsahn. Hanui gisketi ideht yesui ti tokia gisketi ideht uaru, tal adrifa deseht adtah.

[Those who had been investigating the wreckage's systems may notice that this message is the very same as the one coded in the distress signal. Perhaps the Virsua was trying once last time to communicate.]


[OOC: Feel free to use this post as a mingle--either for broadcasts over the network or in-person interactions. The Marsiva is still within range of the planet for another day or two, so any in-person threads can be on the planet's surface, aboard various ships or stations, or in the Marsiva's party room.

For those who had learned a translated word before, now is a great chance to put that knowledge to use!

While the mods continue to sort out the upcoming happenings with the Drift Fleet, we thought a final themed mingle would be fun to play with in the meantime. Enjoy!]

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[wolfuncaged]

[Everything is creepy and weird and he hates it. It sets his markings on edge, but he can push past the pain. He's dealt with worse. ]

You look awful.

[So romantic.]

Where are you?

[ofkirkwall]

[ She chuckles, lifting her head from her hands. Slowly, of course, as any movement too fast only makes things worse. ]

I think I like this look, pale and sickly and moments away from hurling.

[ Very romantic. ]

Sitting in the Space Bar. Trying to stay very still.

[wolfuncaged]

It does not sit well on you, I am afraid.

[He'll be getting up with a sigh.]

I am on my way. Do you need anything?

[ofkirkwall]

You're terrible at this, you know? You're supposed to tell me I look amazing and I wear it well.

[ But she does adore his blunt honesty sometimes, part of the charm. ]

A pillow would be nice, but I can just use you for that.

[wolfuncaged]

Would you believe me if I said as such?

[Come on, Marian, you know he's a terrible liar. ]

It is comforting to know how vital my presence is to you.

[Still, there's amusement in his tone, and as promised, it doesn't take him long to get to her, taking a seat beside her. Look. The Grumpy Pillow is here. ]

[ofkirkwall]

No.

[ It's true, he is terrible at lying. ]

Your presence has always been vital to me.

[ While waiting she had taken to resting her head on top of the table, eyes closed as she waited for everything to calm down. The nausea, the dizziness, the headache, all of it. Sensing the lyrium in his skin and hearing the soft footfalls of bare feet she knows he's there, immediately lifting her head to instead rest it on his shoulder. ]

Hey.

[wolfuncaged]

I shall bear that in mind.

[He's been good enough to take off the armour, so she doesn't end up poking her eye out on the spikes. He's still the worst comforter regardless, but he will turn his head to watch her. ]

Have you been to your medic?

[ofkirkwall]

[ His shoulder certainly isn't the most comfortable shoulder she has ever encountered, but it's better than the wooden table. She cracks an eye to look at him briefly before closing it again. Maybe she could use his lap instead? It would be considerably more comfortable though may be hard to accomplish. ]

Nope. I've been here the whole time.

[ She decided moving was a bad idea, which for the most part it was. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He doesn't seem like he'd mind all that much, in all honestly. He exhales, one hand moving to brush though her hair. The movement is a little robotic, unpractised, but it's an attempt. ]

Hm. Do you need something to help with the- whatever it is?

[Whatever is making her look this sick. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ It's an awkward motion but oddly comforting in it's awkwardness, enough to make her relax there against him. ]

A new head. [ Haha jokes. ] I think an elfroot potion might help, I think I have one on me.

[ No, she hasn't really though to check the small pouch on her belt. It wasn't on her list of things to do once the pulse hit. ]

[wolfuncaged]

Have you not looked?

[He sounds amused, at least, under the concern.]

What brought this on? Was it the message? I felt it in the brands, but that was it.

[ofkirkwall]

Not yet.

[ Lazily a hand moves to the belt on her help, blindly looking for the pouch in question. ]

I felt it in my head. It was like someone had dumped my head in a vat full of lyrium. And there was a voice─ it was bloody loud and it hurt.

[wolfuncaged]

[Well. That's creepy as all hell. ]

...A voice?

[He visibly tenses. Vengeance was let out recently. Had it returned? Somehow escaped from the Fade?]

Like a demon?