driftfleet | 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!

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I'm fine. I wondered when the waking up in weird surroundings bullshit would start. Took longer than I expected.

Not dead or crazy yet?

[Look, he cares.]

I was hoping we were done with that myself.

[So much for that. And aw you do care.]

I'm fine. Just a little cold.

Someone, I hope it's not space zombies again.

[What he REALLY hopes is that it's not the Event Horizon again, but he's made a great effort to Never Speak Of That Again and he doesn't want to ruin his streak. ]

You'd think they'd offer up some heating.

[Yeah he's not...even going to answer that. No chance of jynxing anything if you don't speak.]

Probably too busy kidnapping people to think of that.

[OKAY SO HE MIGHT BE A LITTLE SALTY RIGHT NOW]

[Wise choice, Allen. And the saltiness it completely and utterly justified. Crowley gives a soft, annoyed snort. ]

Be on your toes. Not that I need to tell you that. Least we have experience on our side.

[An unspoken 'we need to be ready because half the Fleet haven't experienced Paradisa bullshittery' is there, but even now his pride stops him from saying it.]

[Even if his pride stops him from saying straight out, he can tell what Crowley means. And it was true. He was a lot more used to this than many of the fleet- maybe that's why he wants to get in contact with everyone]

I will be. You better stay out of trouble too.

[No..going crazy on him okay]

[Better prepared than not. But this is why he loves Allen so much, he knows he doesn't need to say any of it. Allen will understand. ]

I aim to get absolutely bladdered and avoid any and all forms of trouble.

[If he's drunk out of his skull, then maybe he can;t be turned into a crazy monster again. ]

...I'll hope there's liquor for you.

[Yeah Crowley idle and wasted is probably the best for everyone. No one needs him to be a crazy monster ever again]

There is, I just need to get the old man to actually give some of it up.

[Or he'll just take it when Rick is sleeping. Old guys sleep a lot, right? ]

Old...man?

There's someone older than you here?

Oh, heck no.

...At least I'm pretty sure he isn't.

He's just a man. Who is of the elderly bent. For a human.

Assuming he's actually human. I'm still fifty-fifty.

[...]

You're not calling him an old man just to feel young, are you?

...

...

No.

....

Wow. I'm completely convinced.

I was using my most convincing tone.

I can hear that.

[There's a pause. As fun as it is teasing Crowley...]

Hey. Could you humour me and send me a message every day while we're here? It could be as annoying as you'd like, just...

[Well, he just wants to make sure his uncle stays alright]

[Crowley understand why and honestly he really, deeply appreciates it. More than he could ever explain. He absolutely does not want a repeat of the Event Horizon under any circumstances, and it's not like they have holy water to hand to defend themselves here.

It's still Crowley, though, so Allen gets a long suffering groan. ]

UGH. Fine. If it will stop your whining. But I retain the right to be on a sliding scale of obnoxiousness.

[And he knows. And he's relieved. He's trying to remain more optimistic than some of the others, still...he can't help but worry]

Fine, fine. If that's what'll take.

That's exactly what it will take.

[He has a right to be worried. Crowley's worried. ]

Beam me up

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