Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2015-10-18 03:20 pm
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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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Confused and worried, but all accounted for.
I just wish we knew why we're here.
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[He uses Allen's shoulder to tip his visor back (of course it came with him, he'd be so much more frazzled if it didn't), then leans back, but only just enough to touch their foreheads together, still keeping his arms where they are. ]
Are you okay?
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[How was he? He...hadn't taken the chance to think about it much. Wouldn't let himself think about it. The moment he had woken up in that cage of a room, he'd been acting on his first instinct to move. It's why he hadn't noticed the items in his room, hadn't bothered to change his clothes. He had focused solely on getting out of that room and finding everyone. But now that that part's over with...]
I'm alright, but...I don't like it here. [It reminded him too much of places he'd rather forget] I'd rather be on our ships. And it's cold and I think I'm hungry.
[Allen. You're always hungry. But he'll pull his head away so he can look at Clay properly]
What about you? Are you okay?
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[And you know what, much as he'd like to stay cuddled up, he's going to go ahead and pull back enough to shrug off his jacket, then set it around Allen's shoulders. It's okay, he's got a long-sleeved shirt on underneath. Someone actually took the time to look around and found clothes much better suited for the environment.] Here, take this.
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[And that it's all just an unfortunate coincidence. Come on Atroma, don't let them down and murder them]
[And oh, he wasn't expecting Clay to offer up his jacket. It is warm, not to mention pretty big on Allen since he's much skinnier] Eh? You sure?
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The next part, however, gets him to smile as he runs his hands down Allen's arms in an effort to warm him up further.]
Yeah, I'm sure. You look like you need it more than I do right now.
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Thank you. You're really sweet.
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Haha, nah... I mean, you were getting goosebumps, so...
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[But still, it was sweet! He steps over and gives Clay a kiss on the cheek, to show how much he appreciates it]
Have you seen what else is in this place? I've only seen the rooms in this hallway.