Beam me up

[thespaceopera]

[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.]

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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!

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Comments

[geonomy]

Yeah, I'm fine... I just don't like it here either. It reminds me of hospitals. [And he... doesn't like hospitals, and it probably shows in the uncomfortable frown he gives, our maybe that's because of what he says next.] Kind of worried about everyone else. I mean, here we are, all gathered in one spot, and we don't know why yet... Being back on our ships sounds really good by now.

[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.

[save_the_souls]

Ergh...you're right. I hadn't thought of that but I can see it. [He gives a little empathetic shudder. Yeah, he's picking up those signals- and he can't blame him, for whatever reason he had. A hospital was no one's favorite place to be really.] Everyone from the castle has been pointing out the similarities to that...I'm trying to hope they're wrong about that.

[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?

[geonomy]

[His frown deepens as he nods on agreement to that. He doesn't know much about Paradisa, but from what all he has heard... Yeah. He hopes they're wrong about that, too.

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.

[save_the_souls]

[ Okay that actually manages to get a genuine smile out of him - probably the first he's had since waking up. He wraps the coat around him tightly ]

Thank you. You're really sweet.

[geonomy]

[Aaaand that gets him to pause as he feels a blush come across his cheeks, then give a sheepish giggle, a hand coming up to run through his hair. It pretty much just flops back into place as his hand passes through it.]

Haha, nah... I mean, you were getting goosebumps, so...

[save_the_souls]

Well it is cold! It's like they're trying to save money on the heating.

[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.