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Who: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, & errbody.
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)

( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]

The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?

[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]

Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.

Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?

[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]

( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.

Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]

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Welcome to outer space! You've had a small machine implanted into your head by powers unknown to give you more information about your circumstances, and you've been brought here to be on "television" and entertain others.

[She sounds totally cheerful about all of this.]

[ he'd switch to the same channel the voice was on, but doesn't really bother to now that they'd most likely seen him and jill. video on their end it is, then. ]

Yeah.. [ fighting the urge to run a hand down the back of his head, instead pressing to lean agasint the console controls like a cool guy. though the voice is the second person he's run into with that much Enthusiasm. ] Figured when I woke up with some vague understanding of space. Shuttles, stars, and light years? Something jammed into my head, was it?

[ though now it made sense as to why they'd woken up in the hospital wing. ]

It's partially external! You can feel it on the back of your head if you touch around the nape. You'll feel distress when you try to handle it, so don't be alarmed, that's normal... well, more alarmed than you are when you touch it. You know what I mean!

[ don't touch it, bro. don't do it, bruh. he touched it. taking a second to flex and crack his gorilla neck, feeling it move under his skin. a little unnerving, but he likened it to a tendon cyst than anything. finding it easier to see the mini-machine in that light. ]

Don't mean to be blunt, but you hardly seem worried by some of this.

Well I've been here about a month so I'm accustomed to some of it... and I prefer to look on the bright side of things! Rage and alienating potential allies won't help you very much, after all!

[ that nets a short laugh out of him, albeit something more clipped and huffed. ]

Wish I could run with that sort of outlook on things from time to time. [ though he'll just let them do so in his stead. with so much hype in one person. ] My name's Chris. Thanks for filling me in.

It's something you can work up with practice. [She's been on both sides too, after all.] The name's Zoe Hange, Captain of the SS Red Fish! Welcome to space, Chris.

If it were that easy, sure. [ shooting the feed a wry smile, but his tone remains light. maybe in the next life, since it doesn't help with pta, ptsd, or his substance abuse. still, he thinks he's got a good handle on things. (air quotes around ''''good'''') though the drop of her name gets some recognition at least. ] Ah, I'm guessing that makes you Nunnally's captain?

[Don't give up!!! She never thought she'd be anything besides a fritzing live wire that nobody wanted to work either, but here we are. She's a scientific genius that lots of people want to work with but no one can put up with!]

I sure am! Nunnally's a good girl and my communications officer. We have Skull, too, but I doubt you'll see him around to say hello.

[ with enough hot-blooded protagonistas, it may be possible!! wow tho, hange, you're starting to sound like global sauration senpai. hopefully it never comes down to bioweaponry... fry squints... ]

It's nice to meet you then, Captain Hange. [ that sad smile of his sticks for a second before falling away. he was a captain back home, but look where that got him. hahah.. ] Nunnally said you were pretty enthusiastic. It's good to meet you, despite the circumstances. And she mentioned Skull, too—A quiet guy?

[you know she'd love to make promises like that

but tbh we'll have to seeeeeeeeeeee

Anyway, you know, she spots that sad edge to the smile. It's not an expression that's entirely unfamiliar, anyway, so she mulls it over and then makes an abrupt decision and switches to video. He can get the full load of her megawatt grin.]

A really quiet guy! Who paints a skull on his face! He doesn't like to talk much, but he can. Ah, I think the crew's doing all right, though!

[ headshake emote. although the switch to video on hange's end is met with a light laugh with a small wave, the megaton smile nets some genuine reaction from him. ]

I know it's not in my place to really say, but do try and look out for 'em. One of them's pretty keen on you being the captain. [ crossing his arms again. ] Otherwise I'd say you were doing a pretty good job handling your crew and the new guys.

That must be Nunnally. [She lets the grin subside to a more normal person level, looking this guy over more keenly now that they can both see each other. At least he seems to be taking things with an even keel so far.]

I suspect you're on the big ship for the moment. So far, people get sorted on to small ones on a weekly basis. You might not get stuck with your companion, so plan for that.

[ Off-screen, Jill shoots him a pointedly concerned look. ]

Right. [ nodding, as he reaches off screen to give the pardner a small pat on the back. ]

And, yeah, we've run into two others on here who've told us the same thing. [ confirming what they needed to know (repeatedly) might be what settles their nerves in this case. ] If we're split up then one of us needs to sign a bit of paperwork to change, right?

So far as I know! I haven't changed ships since I arrived, but the process doesn't seem to be overly involved... the two of you just might be our test case, if that happens.

I see. I suppose I've gauged that much, but it's still just a bit surreal.

[ Jill is still reeling from everything that's happened over the past several months and the suddenness of all of this. She could adapt, sure. It's just... being there and being here. It was like a punch to the back of the head.

And the implant unnerves her. Seeing it on Chris, seeing it on her. An accidental touch sends shockwaves through her system. What if. ]

If entertainment's what they -- him, her, it? -- is after, then they're barking up the wrong tree. Being taken here against my will isn't really incentive to do a dog and pony show.

Well, if just getting by is all you want to do, there's enough resources for that on your ship... but they're pretty skimpy, I'd say.

[Aw, well, she switches to video. Might as well be face to face with these two.]

What's your name, Miss?

Depends, though. What else is there to do beyond "just get by"?

[ Surely there muse be other things to do? Whether it be work or otherwise. ]

I'm Jill Valentine. [ Straight to the point, though she appears to be waiting for an introduction back. ]

So far, there doesn't seem to be much! Maybe that'll change, hm? No one knows exactly what we're getting into.

[She'd like a job to do, in reality...]

Zoe Hange, captain of the SS Red Fish.

Could you be more specific about that? Past experiences, if possible. I don't really have a lot to go on outside of what I've seen here.

[ Jill is a busy-body herself. She doesn't feel useful unless she has work to do. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain.

[Working dog lyfe, welcome to the club, Jill.]

I can't be, but it's not because I'm reluctant to share information with you: we genuinely don't have many experiences to go off of. So far, we've been settling into our ships and crews. We stopped at one waystation, but it was empty besides us.

What did you do before, Jill?

[ It's the life she prefers, frankly. Doing nothing drives her nuts. ]

I understand. I guess it's still pretty early to ask about that sort of thing, from what I've gathered, but I thought it couldn't hurt.

[ She isn't sure how specific she should be with what she does, but there's not really much a reason to hide it. She just doesn't want to be saddled with more difficult work or to be forced into a situation just because she has experience with it. ]

I'm a member of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance -- better known as BSAA -- which is set up to prevent bio-organic and viral outbreaks, stop the selling of them on the black market, and to fight BOWs -- short for Bio-organic Weapons.

[She hums with lips closed, thinking about that. Some of the jargon she doesn't get, some of the jargon throws off sparks of knowledge in her head - knowledge implanted into her by the augment, activated when Jill talks about it. Some of it, she can draw conclusions from with her own native intelligence. Well, to draw the lines very clear:]

A soldier, then.

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