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driftfleet2015-10-18 03:20 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-18 03:20 pm
Entry tags:
- !atroma,
- !event,
- !mingle,
- ahsoka tano,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- asteffiel,
- beverly crusher,
- clay terran,
- cole,
- cullen rutherford,
- daria morgendorffer,
- davesprite,
- dorian pavus,
- elecman.exe,
- elize lutus,
- felix harrowgate,
- haruka tenoh,
- isabela,
- james buchanan barnes (au),
- james buchanan barnes (ou),
- jennifer keller,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- kurt wagner,
- lea (axel),
- leanne,
- mordin solus,
- nami,
- octavia blake,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- remy lebeau,
- richard castle,
- rick sanchez,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- simon tam,
- sokka,
- souji seta,
- stefan salvatore,
- steven quartz universe,
- syeira,
- the vision,
- toph beifong,
- vash the stampede,
- wanda maximoff,
- yuuki konno
Beam me up
[The weekly Shuffle doesn't happen quite as it should. No new passengers appear on the ships, and no message is sent in from the hosts. The usual day comes and goes without a stir.
And then, on the second day, another one of those surges of static comes in over the speakers, breaking apart for a voice in the background. It's Diamond, and she sounds too far away from the receiver. She also doesn't sound quite like herself-- her tone flat and cold. Disappointed.]
--I know. I can't. [A pause of empty air, before a short, decisive sigh.] ...Yes. Bring them in.
[A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. They have never seen this room before, but those familiar with the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva might recognize the style of decor. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well--clean and chrome--but this set of rooms have never been ventured into before.
Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers.]
ooc info:
Happy belated birthday, Drift Fleet! This is the first official mingle for the Season Finale event. As always, this is very backtag friendly-- including the Hosts section below. Take a look at the event information, then jump in and enjoy!
Event information → Here!
And then, on the second day, another one of those surges of static comes in over the speakers, breaking apart for a voice in the background. It's Diamond, and she sounds too far away from the receiver. She also doesn't sound quite like herself-- her tone flat and cold. Disappointed.]
--I know. I can't. [A pause of empty air, before a short, decisive sigh.] ...Yes. Bring them in.
[A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. They have never seen this room before, but those familiar with the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva might recognize the style of decor. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well--clean and chrome--but this set of rooms have never been ventured into before.
Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers.]
ooc info:
Happy belated birthday, Drift Fleet! This is the first official mingle for the Season Finale event. As always, this is very backtag friendly-- including the Hosts section below. Take a look at the event information, then jump in and enjoy!
Event information → Here!
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Crusher, here. [It's always easier to default to her training, in a situation like this.] I am uninjured, but I just woke up. Have you heard from the rest of the crew?
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Beverly- thank goodness.
And no. Not yet. You're the first so far.
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[A pause, and then there's the faint sound of beeping and then a gentle swoosh.]
At least the doors work. [Yeah, hi, she's standing in the hallway in her skimpier-than-usual pjs, no one look.] Our names are written on them, so we should be able to find each other.
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[They better B( ]
Names written on the door... [That takes him back.] I'll see if I can find you, okay?
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[And sure enough awhile later, there's a knock on her door and a voice that can be heard through it]
Beverly?
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Allen! Come in, come in. Have you found out anything yet?
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[But he'll step in, relieved to see Beverly alright]
Not so far. Jennifer believes it to be Atroma. From all the names on the doors, it's like the entire fleet is here.
Sokka's trying to get in contact with Atroma again.
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[So worried. Give her time, she'll react to the other stuff in just a moment.]
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Oh, good. [She huffs out a short sigh of relief.] I'll have to go talk to her later. But you said Sokka was trying to contact Atroma? How?
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But he seemed to think he could, or at least talk to Beau and Diamond. And he sounded normal too.
[So you know, not Sokka being nutso]
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[He considers]
I know they've been having technical troubles since the nebula. Think that has something to do with it?
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[He rubs the side of his head, thinking it over, before saying a bit dryly]
Huh, I wonder what a group of kidnapping slavers could've done to anger another fleet into attacking.
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It's a real mystery. Atroma's so charming.
[Then more seriously:]
Their ships are similar to ours... you don't think... could they be from a previous cycle?
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I hope not.
[Not that shit again please, honestly]
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