At least there's no elevator music...

[thespaceopera]

[At least two weeks have passed since the Drift Fleet passengers woke up on this strange wing of the Marsiva... Some new passengers have even joined the group instead of being Shuffled off to a fleet ship! The large monitor in the central room remains quiet for now, so how is everyone holding up?

Have you been relaxing? Enjoying the Earth media? If you can even remember them, how have Calibrations been treating you? Has anyone started getting a little stir-crazy?

Don't worry... This ship has no shortage of mysteries, and you'll be seeing a few more soon.]


ooc: here's another mingle for the current game event! players can start or continue threads here from any point during the event. the additional setting information is still being postponed due to sickly mods, but y'all are welcome to post additional topcomments for reactions and investigation once it's up!

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[ricksybusiness]

[Rick is getting stir crazy and it's awful. He's taken apart most of the dumb, useless cameras that are stuck around here, and has turned them into various works of slipshod robotics. Which he smashed a few days ago. All of them. There are now a bunch of wires and metal bits in several different places. Try not to step on anything, it's probably worse than stepping on a LEGO.

Rick can be found in various levels of intoxication throughout the Marsiva's wing: sprawled out on the living space floor, using the blender in the kitchen to make something noxious and terrible, probably passed out in your bed. (How did he get in here?)

Maybe once in awhile he just starts throwing things? That happens sometimes. Better duck; there goes a lamp.]

[onlyanapple]

[He'll just be heading into the kitchen to poke around the food offerings to see if anything is even vaguely passable. He'll shoot a smirk at Rick while he does so, though. ]

If it isn't my favourite geriatric.

[ricksybusiness]

Whoa, did you spend all week working on that one? [Rick stops working the blender for a second to pop open the lid and throw in a seemingly random handful of ingredients. Including half of thing of cooking oil and literally a AA battery.]

Gonna have to try a little harder to get to me, dude.

[onlyanapple]

[What are you even going to digest in that battery, man? Crowley rolls his shoulders, moving to sit down with an apple. ]

Who said I was trying? I have better things to do with my time. Just making conversation, is all.

[ricksybusiness]

[Who says he's gonna drink it, huh! Judging by the way the contents of the blender are smoking, maybe he's cooking up some lethal science in here. (He might still drink it.)

Rick doesn't really answer, just kind of eyes the apple that Crowley is holding a little skeptically.]

That's a-a-a little... that's kind of obvious, isn't it?

[onlyanapple]

[Well, if it's science...

He bites into the apple with a hearty CRUNCH. ]

What is?

[ricksybusiness]

[It's so science.

Rick waves at the apple.] Well, you're like "the devil," right. Serpent, apples, blah blah.

[He is making a wild guess, by the way. Rick just tends to be very good at wild guesses.]

[onlyanapple]

I'm the Serpent, yes, but I'm not the Devil. That's a completely different entity, he's my boss.

[And gets all the credit for the apple thing, it's not fair. He has another crunch of the fruit. ]

This isn't the forbidden sort, though.

[ricksybusiness]

Th-that'd explain why you're not crippled by anxiety about your shitty schemes being stupid and dumb.

[Is Rick implying he has met the Devil? Maybe.

He pops the lid back on the blender.]

I'm pretty sure everyone here is too lame to do anything forbidden, anyway.

[onlyanapple]

That would be it, yes. And why I'm not fucking things up by letting people completely unsuitable for a job do said important job.

[Seriously, Satan, if you hadn't given your most rebellious underling the job of GETTING THE ANTICHRIST TO THE RIGHT PLACE your Armageddon would have actually happened. Get your head out of your ass, Satan.]

That or they've done it all before. It's very boring for me, temptation wise.

[ricksybusiness]

[Rick pauses, looks at Crowley, looks out at whoever he can see milling around through the kitchen door, and back to Crowley again. Incredulously, he jabs a thumb toward the door, indicating everyone out there, in general.]

Them? No.

[onlyanapple]

Some of them...a lot of them, actually, have done this inter-dimensional kidnapping thing before. It's a lot harder to tempt people who've been through this gig more than once. Especially when one of those previous places gave them pretty much everything they wished for.

[ricksybusiness]

W-wow. Of course I get stuck in the one dimension that doesn't grant wishes.

[onlyanapple]

To be fair, the wishing came at a price. I ended up losing a memory due to it all. That dimension was a spiteful bitch.

[ricksybusiness]

[Well, wait. Rick pauses, squinting.] A memory?

[onlyanapple]

Yeah. Forgot what this kid looked like back home. He was important.

[He gives a shrug. Dismissive.] It's fine, I remember now.

[ricksybusiness]

That's pretty a pretty specific deal for an entire dimension.

[onlyanapple]

That's Paradisa for you. It knew exactly how to fuck you over in very specific ways.