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.]

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!

Comments

[thebloodseal]

Yeah... however benevolent they may be, they're still our captors. I won't be able to forget that.

[Al picked at the pyjama top and pants that were sized to fit over his armor- really? why did he need pyjamas? and was quiet as he wrestled with himself. If the Homunculi were here, they'd hear about or see him soon enough, so was it any use trying to hide the truth? The people who could punish him for his transgression back home were already aware of it, so was there a point?]

The armor... it's my body, actually, at least for now. I'm hollow inside. [He carefully lifted his head off to demonstrate.]

[arcanepower]

[There's no judging here. Belth lets out a little gasp seeing as he's... basically seeing a ghost haunting an inanimate object, but there are plenty of things in Azeroth that are a bit like that, so it's not scary. He's just surprised.]

A spirit? [... Oh no. He frowns.] You... sound so young. I-- I am sorry...

[thebloodseal]

In a sense... I'm still alive, but only my soul is bound to this armor. My flesh and blood body still exists separately from me, but I can't access it yet.

[arcanepower]

That is terrible magic. [He knows asking about it would be rough, so he settles with:] If there is any way to get your body back, let me know. My... father is a priest and a mage of far more skill than I, and he might be able to help you, even if your soul is held captive by a warlock.

[thebloodseal]

I appreciate the offer- but it's not quite like that! Do you know of alchemy...? It's sort of like magic where I come from.

[arcanepower]

I am trained in the way of potions and elixirs, if that is what you mean.

[He has a feeling it's not.]

Did you drink something you shouldn't have?

[thebloodseal]

In my world, alchemy involves harnessing power flowing through the earth to deconstruct and deconstruct matter. Brother and I... once attempted to do something we shouldn't have, yes. We tried a transmutation that was far beyond our level, and it backfired.