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!))

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SS Three Twins | Action & Open to Network

[goldenglasses]

Action for SS Three Twins

[The first moment Vash is awake he's a bit panicked. Why was he inside? The air, it didn't taste right, it tasted like-- no. He didn't want this dream right now. He had to focus on what he was going to say to Knives when he finally found him. Being a reasonable man, Vash slaps himself across the face.]

OOOWW!

[Huh, dreams don't usually hurt and he usually wakes up. This just couldn't be real. He becomes even more unsettled as he realizes any weapon he usually has is gone and missing. Even the one usually hidden in his arm and boot.

Feeling exposed (and if no one comes to check on the idiot hitting himself) Vash will cautiously be exploring the ship. Was this a ship that didn't crash? Was Knives playing some sort of twisted game still with him? How did he get here? When the chime suddenly plays and the voice starts speaking Vash YELPS as if he's seen a spider on his face and jumps nearly three feet into the air. Then he listens and rushes for the nearest window once they begin to open.

Space. His stomach drops. This just can't be real. Yet it is. There were people out there that could just teleport others off his home planet like it was nothing? And this was all for a television show!?]

Wait, creepy voice! Come back! [Of course, it won't answer again so the first thing Vash does is get to those files and start reading everything he can.]

Broadcast For All

[It doesn't take very long for Vash to read up on how the broadcast system works. Once he's done reading through the files he decides it's worth testing.]

Hello? Does this thing really work? Ahhh... hello? Oh, man! I really should have thought of something to say first. My name's Vash! Hello! So, ah, space - hahaha. That's pretty weird. So, I haven't ever heard of this drift thing before. Has anyone heard of it?

[aberrant_type]

Not at all! In fact, the first time I understood the first thing about space was when I arrived here! Isn't that fascinating?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, fascinating. I suppose is a word one could use. [He might have gone with terrifying.] So, you've never been to space before, huh?

[aberrant_type]

Not before this! It certainly is thrilling. Although the idea that we're sealed in metal cans with no air outside is a little daunting, I admit!

[goldenglasses]

You seem rather excited by all of this. Do you by chance know how we all got picked or got here? [Maybe she didn't suddenly wake up here. Maybe that's why she doesn't seem as unsettled.]

voice

[blindoptimism]

Yes! It's working. [he's so... rambly. It makes her smile a little] And no, this is all quite new to me as well.

voice

[goldenglasses]

Well, I guess I should be glad it's not just me. But ah, I suppose it would be nice to find someone who know exactly what we should do.

But at least we can talk to each other! [And she sounds super cute! Why wasn't he put on a ship with her?] Hello!

[blindoptimism]

I agree. At least it seems we've all gained a bit of knowledge by coming here... Hopefully we can work together to make progress.

[aha, sweetheart guy. Her voice sounds warmer like she's smiling more] Hello to you too. My name is Nunnally Lamperouge. Might I ask your name as well?

[goldenglasses]

My name is Vash-! [A pause as his mouth hangs open for a brief moment. Heh, just Vash I'm afraid. No fancy last name or title. [A nickname, but as so long as he can keep that quiet he'll be happier for it.]

network!

[amarant]

The existence of space is not surprising, but being here...that is strange.

network!

[goldenglasses]

Oh yeah, well, space is ah... space. That big thing up in the sky. [He knows more than that, but has always preferred playing dumb.] I didn't exactly expect to wake up in it today. Or be on a game? I think it's a game? Or a race?

[amarant]

Someone called it a game. I'm not sure if we are the ones that should be having fun.

I'm not having fun. Are you?

[goldenglasses]

Not yet I'm not. I've never been a big fan of being invited to games without asking or explaining the rules first.

Network

[heresyandlace]

[by then, Tek has had some time to calm down. so, when he answers this little transmission, his voice has settled into a nice apathetic monotone.]

Another clueless soul, I see.

Network

[goldenglasses]

Oh! So do you know what's going on here? I would love some more explanation then what I just read about! [He doesn't even mind being called clueless. Insult him all you want if it gets him home!]

[heresyandlace]

[he could admit to walking into calling himself clueless, or he could kind of change the subject. he opts for the latter.]

Well, a start would probably be--have you ever been pulled to somewhere you shouldn't be, before?

[goldenglasses]

Pulled somewhere I shouldn't? Can't say that I have. Sure does sound painful though.

Network

[onlyanapple]

No, I haven't, and I've heard of most of these reality TV show things. I've had them in the pipeline for years.

Network

[goldenglasses]

Reality TV shows? [That was not on the top of Vash's learning list on the last ship he was on.] Really? People just watch other people... live? Sounds boring.

[onlyanapple]

It's horrifically boring, but people love it. Perhaps it makes their own lives marginally less dull?

[goldenglasses]

I dunno, but I would love to know how I ended up signed up for this and how I get out.

network - audio

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Haha, yeah. Space. Wacky. [this guy sounds kind of... anxious...] Sounds like some kind of intergalactic game show? But I've sure never heard of it either...

network - audio

[goldenglasses]

[He's just a little anxious about waking up on a strange spaceship when he's suppose to be on his way to "take care of" his insane brother. Not to mention the last space fleet he was on crashed horribly. Okay... so maybe he's EXTREMELY anxious.] But I don't WANNA be on a game show! Actually! I'm pretty allergic to them! Haha! Yeah! So I'd better head home now! Which way to the exit?

network - audio

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I, uh, hate to break it to you, but your only exit might be out the airlock...

[oh my god they're trapped like RATS IN A TRAP that's how trapped they are.]

network - audio

[goldenglasses]

The airlock!? BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT THE AIRLOCK! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!