driftfleet | out of one prison & into another

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out of one prison & into another

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

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[ She doesn't quite have a grasp of what's going on. That could be someone with a hangover or someone new who has no idea what's going on. It could be a lot of things. Either way, there's ways to prod for more information without going into the teasing territory right off the bat. ]

... Polo.

...Repeat?

[He's honestly not sure how to respond to that. Perhaps he'd missed something by zoning out.]

[ No, that's just Misha. Going so far ahead that even going two steps back isn't enough to get back on track. She huffs slightly, laughter, before she explains. ]

Polo, as in Marco Polo. Someone is out here. Hi.

..Someone else had to be.

[It doesn't take much to categorize this person as nonthreatening. At the very least, he couldn't find it in himself to feel threatened.]

Exactly. So your "hello" was a Marco to call for the other person.

Anyway... you're on the Marsiva right now, probably. How long you been there? Just wake up?

Affirmative. I am unsure how long I was incapacitated.

That part doesn't exactly matter right now. We're completely cut off from our own homes at the moment, so it's better to try and focus on the now.

Have you heard about the show yet? All that?

No. When I woke up, I was aware of certain things.

[Being in space, not being at home, certain mechanics.. How to talk to people? Not so much.]

But not the current situation.

Yeah, that's what I thought. Well. Surprise, we're all on TV right now. So they say. Our current "goal" is to get as many "ratings" as possible (good karma or something) and then we'll win the show and be sent home.

Unsurprisingly, this whole debacle is under debate by the people participating because we've never had an open line of communication with anyone who has anything to do with the whole thing. [ Beat, a sigh. ] Right now, we're in orbit of a beachfront planet so at the very least, you won't be wanting for fresh air when you get off the Marsiva.

What do you mean by ratings? [It definitely sounded like a mission, and those were things he could do so long as he had the proper information.]

Has anyone ever succeeded in it?

Ratings, like... performance evaluation? If the viewers like what they see, we'll get good ratings. So we have to play it up to the audience.

Not as far as I know. Theoretically, sure. This is apparently not the show's first season, but... I get the feeling the whole entire crew gets cycled out each time no matter what, so no one is left to pass on info to the guys who come next.

..What is regarded as 'good'?

[He can't say he's not used to an audience, though in a vastly different sense. It still doesn't sit right with him, though he won't voice that particular thought. Unwise to voice opinions that stray.]

[ Silently, she sighs to herself. It isn't this guy's fault, but it's also a damn shame that anyone so adrift has to be part of this, too. She knows the feeling of being without a focus or a reason or understanding. ]

Um, like... appealing? Making friends, forming alliances, rivalries, working together... drama and sweet stuff alike. Look, I can start simple and help you out, okay? Mutual benefit.

I'm Misha Hunt. Nice to meet you.

I don't--

[Don't what? Don't want to? Don't know how? Don't want to fail? What even happens when you fail something like this? His blood runs cold as the thought of the cryotube pops up a bit unwillingly. No.

Not here..

Would they change what they didn't like? He's not sure how long he was caught in that train of thought before he jerks back to alertness again.]

I.. acknowledged, Misha.

[ Her voice softens at the cut off, the pause, the uncertainty behind the clipped words. ]

Hey, don't worry. We're all in the same boat here. How do we do people, right? I mean, if you don't get something, people kinda like clueless, too, as long as you aren't a jackass about it.

What should I call you?

I'll try to respond accordingly, then.

[Why is everyone asking him this question? It shouldn't bother him, it's just so they have a moniker.. So why does it make him feel wrong? Like something is lurking just outside of his peripheral, waiting for a moment of weakness.]

Asset is the most commonly used.

You can practice with me if you want. Anything come to mind you want to ask?

[ That's a pause. Her mind quickly cringes away from the idea. Whereas with Commander, it was a title that he'd claimed for himself and made his own. "Asset" is a descriptor for someone unnamed and it sounds to Misha like it isn't for anonymity's sake, but one of simply having nothing to himself. God, it sits wrong to just accept something like that. ]

Asset... Hm. Well, that could get kind of confusing considering the modern use of assets and how we're all kind of clambering to refill our empty lives with meaningless physical things. [ Beat. ] That was a joke. Rebuilding our assets. Uh. Anyway, could I maybe... call you Set or Seth or something? Or is that too presumptuous?

No.

[It wasn't that he didn't have questions, but it would probably be best to figure them out on his own.

His frown deepens as she lists off potential names, none of which feel quite right. They're her names, so he shrugged it off.]

Whatever you think..

[Whatever she chose, he'd have to work to remember it properly, anyway.]

None at all? Well, that's fine.

[ Not the best response, but she still doesn't feel right calling a human being an asset. Urgh. ]

What I think is that I'd rather you be comfortable than just saying yes for my sake.

If you insist..

[The idea of 'comfort' is foreign to him, so in the hopes that it's dropped, he merely agrees. Give people what they'd like and their guard drops.]

[ That would normally work if it wasn't coming from such a weird place. ]

Okay. Hey, you mind calling me once you're shipped off the Marsiva? You'll get your own ship soon, and I said I'm going to help, so I will. That okay?

If you want me to.

[He didn't understand fully how she intended to help, but he would let her if she wanted to. He still didn't detect any sort of threat with her.]

I do. I'm on the Golden, and this code you're about to get is my private code. Like a phone number.

I'm only a pilot, so I'm not super-useful, but I have my ways, too.

[How is a pilot not useful? They're in command, aren't they?

Better than the augment he woke up with. Lab Support. What the hell was he supposed to do with that?]

...The Golden. Alright.

[ It's the same as what she did at home. Not a captain, not a commander officer, just the getaway driver. She fits into the role well, but has no illusions about where it is in the chain of command. ]

Excellent. You get a look around yet?

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