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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Allen... You can't just whip that out like some party trick.
If you're gonna go for it, you've gotta give it a hundred and ten percent.
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And what do you mean a hundred and ten percent? It's not like I can summon a top hat!
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[In the blink of an eye, Stefan's holding a mug of freshly brewed black tea.] If you're gonna take that stereotype to its full conclusion, you can do the next best thing.
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[he laughs]
Talk about instant tea!
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[He's teasing, a little, as he holds it out for Allen.] You do like tea, right? I've got enough people married to coffee in my life.
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And I do! I actually...well, it's not very British to say, but I'm a fan of both coffee and tea. Just depends on my mood.
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I don't think we can be friends anymore, Allen. [Except, he's struggling to keep that dead serious poker face, and his eventual smile betrays the mood he's going for.] It makes sense. The only kind of coffee I've liked is the kind my family makes, but...
[He shrugs] I can't say I miss it much.