Twelfth Cycle - Season Premier!

[thespaceopera]

[Everything is quite dark as the passengers regain consciousness, with little lights and panels on the walls just now beginning to wink to life. It seems as though everyone and their new homes are rising from slumber together. Even the air is sleepy, and it tastes stale--it must have been a long time since it's been anywhere other than recycled endlessly through this space.

And for a few minutes, the only sounds that aren't coming from the passengers themselves is the omnipresent hum of electrical and mechanical parts surrounding them on every side, and the occasional scratch of vermin-feet in the walls. Then, regardless of where each passenger wakes in their ship, a short musical tune and an exuberant female voice crackles to life over speaker panels in every room.]

--Good morning, honored passengers! My name is Diamond, and on behalf of Atroma and our entire audience, congratulations on being selected to participate in the twelfth cycle of Drift Fleet! We are all eager to get to know you, and I just know you must all be eager to get started, so let's get right to it!

[And with that, whoever happens to be on the bridge of their ship at the time will be treated to watching the solid panels slide away from the windows, revealing infinite black and uncountable stars... and whether or not they've ever been capable of comprehending the concept before, they immediately recognize outer space.]

In a few minutes, the HS Marsiva will come into view through the windows to my left. Please familiarize yourself with her presence.

For more information on your new roles, and of the Drift Fleet itself, please refer to the helpful information files already uploaded to the network. And from here on out, it shall be up to you to refer new cremates to these information files and to make sure that their stays on your crews are pleasant and rewarding!

...Also--speaking of your new responsibilities as crewmembers--I expect captain forms to be filled out and submitted by the end of the week.

[The smile practically drips from her voice at that last point, and there's a little pause before she continues]

And finally-- we won't be approaching our first system for a few days yet, so you are all encouraged to get to know each other and enjoy the ride in the meantime.

Welcome to Drift Fleet, and remember... the worlds are watching!

[and the voice cuts out, but the lines are still open. the network is live and listening.]



((ooc: the Fleet is now live! dive in and tag around! it's a good idea to put whether or not your thread is open to the network, and what ship you're on, in the subject of your reply. to see who is on which crew, please refer to this sheet! have fun!))

Comments

[onlyanapple]

That's better.


And from what I gather, there's little choice in the matter. You're here, might as well make the best of it.

[goldenglasses]

[He groans and holds his head in his hands.] But I don't want to make the best of it. I want to go home.

[onlyanapple]

So do all of us, but unless you can fly your spaceship in the general direction of 'home', you're up Shit Creek without a paddle.

[goldenglasses]

Eww.

[Although...] I wonder if I could...

[onlyanapple]

If you manage it, do send me a postcard.

[goldenglasses]

I can try, but I get the funny feeling there's no mail service out here. [He kids.]

[onlyanapple]

What, you don't think we'll have tiny little astronaut mailmen floating past the window every morning?

[goldenglasses]

I think I may die of shock if I wake up tomorrow to a tiny man knocking on a space window.

[onlyanapple]

And then who would...

What is it that you do again?

[goldenglasses]

You mean here on this ship or back at home? Because I wouldn't say I had a title back home.

Unless, does drifter count?

[onlyanapple]

I meant on the ship.

And no, drifter doesn't really count as an occupation.

[goldenglasses]

Hey! Don't knock it! It's a lot of hard work and practice to be a good and professional drifter!

And apparently I'm a pilot. Not that I've given the ship a spin yet. What about you?

[onlyanapple]

True, but it's not like you get a paycheck every month for all your drifting.

You eve piloted anything before. Communications, which I suppose isn't too far from what I used to do, in very broad terms.

[goldenglasses]

No, that's why you need to have amazing skill to be a successful drifter! [He sounds really proud of himself over this fact.]

I've ah, driven a car? A couple times. It's probably not too different!

[onlyanapple]

Skill in what, exactly?


...Do let me know where to send the poor, crumpled bodies of your crew.

[goldenglasses]

Not starving to death!

Hey! Have more faith in me that that would you?

[onlyanapple]

...I'm not sure how much that counts as a skill when nature gives you things to eat all the time.

Faith isn't my forte at the best of times, I might strain something.

[goldenglasses]

Not if you're wandering in an endless desert it doesn't.

[onlyanapple]

...Ah.

Fair enough, then.