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At least there's no elevator music...

[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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[WELP. SUSPICION CONFIRMED.

Nnnnnnngh. He really should just walk away, probably.

...

Nnnnnnnnnngh.

He slides down the wall instead, then pulls his knees up and rests his arms on top of them. He won't go in the room, at least, and he can always run if things get dicey, but.]

You're confused, aren't you?

[There's a bit of silence from the room, as if he's yet again staring at the door. Before he remembers...he should probably answer.]

...Yes. I am.

Has anyone told you anything about this place yet?

[Because hey, every other person gets an explanation whey they show up. Might as well offer the same thing to this guy.]

No.

[His voice sounds irritated, because no that's what he's been asking for ALL ALONG. Clay can hear the faint flutter of what sounds like Timcanpy's wings- like hey man I tried it's just hard when you can't talk.]

[....]

[...Okay he can't stay mad at you Timcanpy. Have a head pat.]

No wonder you're so mad.

[He gives a half smile and a shake of his head before he gets down to business. He can hear Timcanpy in there - Hopefully he's too cute for the demon guy to do anything to him.]

This place here is new. It's called the Marsiva, and at first, we only woke up here before they sent us out to our ships. We're all assigned to a different ship, one out of seventeen, and our whole goal is to explore the universe that this place, Atroma, set us out on.

Also? We're on reality TV. If you don't know what that is... Basically, all of your time here is being recorded for people to watch at home.

Recently, we were all suddenly pulled here - to the Marsiva, for some kind of "calibration" thing going on. It's been a few weeks now.

[Wow he would never do anything to Timcanpy. Rip out your spine? Maybe. Probably best you don't go in that room. But harm his precious Timcanpy?? NEVER.]

[But he'll listen to the explanation. Which...no, he doesn't understand a good chunk of that. But at least he can pull one thing from it: He is on a ship, somewhere on the universe- being recorded.]

...You have to be joking.

I wish I was.

[Like, okay, he loves space, he loves the job he's got here, he loves a lot of it. He doesn't like the thought of being recorded, and he hates that some people who want to go home are still being kept here against their will.]

That's the basics of our situation right now. They say we'll get to go home if we "win", but we're still not sure what it means to actually win here.

[The highest ratings? Fan favorite? Who knows?]

[Nea was starting to feel a smidgen of hope at the start of that sentence- that there was a way home. But then...he finishes the sentence]

You don't?

[How the hell were you supposed to win if no one knows how?? Nea certainly wasn't good at winning in the first place! He'd still have his original body if he was! And so he groans, grits his teeth and puts his hand to his forehead as the Noah of Destruction begins to, yes, whine.]

Ahhh- dammit. This was not part of the plan. What the hell..?!

[... Wow. Clay's never heard a demon whine before. Granted, he's never even heard a demon speak before. Or seen one. Or... anything. But whatever! It's still mildly funny considering everything!]

Yeah... a lot of peoples' plans got short, so we're trying to find a way out of here. But it's probably going to take a while to actually get anywhere... We don't even know where in the universe we even are.

I can't believe this...

[What the hell Allen!? Wasn't the castle enough!? He surely thought he'd back on Earth when he woke up again! How can he keep his promise if he's lost somewhere in the universe??]

[Wait, maybe-]

- Is anyone from- [er, what did they call it in the castle?] - my world here?

Just the little guy in there with you.

[He inclines his head as if the demon guy can actually see him doing it. And, well... he doesn't know for sure if there's anyone from Allen's world, but he's also pretty sure Allen would've told him if that was the case.]

Damn...

[He throws his head back. There goes that plan. Sure, there was the chance this guy didn't know certain people were here- but well, there'd be no way everyone wouldn't know if his brother was here if they knew Allen]

[This sucks. He knew the plan would have obstacles along the way, but this???]

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[But slowly, he collects himself. Right. Okay. So the plan is on hold. Again. But it sounds like maybe he'll get home sometime. Allen certainly would want to return home too, right?]

[Finally, he picks Timcanpy from his lap and holds him up before his face, smiling at his friend and speaking with affection]

Tim, make sure we get home, okay?

It's not a good time for me to be awake yet. Not until we get back to Earth. But we will meet again. I promise.

[And then? There's a chilly and uneasy silence as he looks back at the door, contemplating what to do about the person on the other side. Killing him would be a valid option- it'd make sure nothing no information could get leaked.]

[But he knew his powers were limited by this thing behind his ear. And he remembered the castle. It had that nasty tendency to revive people after two weeks, and there were people with all sorts of powers here. Starting fights when his own powers were so limited and the person could be back in two weeks anyway was a troublesome notion...]

[Might as well go with the next option]

...Thank you.

[Manners.]

Edited 2015-11-05 19:18 (UTC)

[... Did he just hear a Pet The Dog moment in there -

Clay turns his head towards the door, but doesn't do much else. He's... not sure if he should leave at this point, or what's going on in there. Not a good time to be awake yet? He's not getting his hopes up or anything - What can a regular human do, after all? But that does sound different than what he expected.

Just when he's thinking he should get up to leave, and even picks himself off the floor to do so, he hears the next part.

...

Did he just get Pet The Dog'd here -

It's weird, hearing someone so dangerous say stuff like this. But if there's one thing he learned from being best friends with a lawyer, it's that even the most black-hearted of villains can show fondness, affection, and politeness to others. It can be chilling and confusing, but it's what makes them people and not monsters.

So Clay looks back at the door, and:]

You're welcome.

[Manners.]

[Look, even if his morality is horribly up for question, he wasn't raised in a barn! He knows manners. And what not]

[But okay, with that out of the way and nothing for him to do...he'll relinquish control. There's no point in him being awake right now. He isn't interested in getting tased a third time.]

[Except since Allen had still been sleeping when this was happening? Relinquishing control to Clay will sound like a loud "thud" sound like a body hitting the floor. Welp. ]

[Oh shit -]

Hey -

[Automatically, Clay opens the door. It's as soon as it opens that Clay thinks "You really shouldn't have done that", and he takes a step back, ready to run -

But then he actually looks inside. There's Allen on the floor, looking... normal? No gray skin like Ino said he'd have, and he's just lying there...

He hesitates... but he slowly steps inside, crouches by Allen, and tentatively reaches out to poke his shoulder.]

[Yep just lying there, with Timcanpy rolling off into a corner from the fall. Life's hard when your body shape is "ball"]

[But he'll start to move when he gets poked in the shoulder, making a groaning sound because ow crashing on the floor hurts. He'll turn his head to look up at whose poking him, his usual gray eyes looking up at him in dazed confusion]

...Clay...?

[While Allen's waking up, Clay will go ahead and glance at Timcanpy, then reach out to roll him right-side up, then give him a couple of pats on the top side. There you go, little buddy.

But when he hears his name, Clay's back to paying attention to Allen, and...

Look man, he has no idea what the protocol is for which one is demon guy and which one is Allen, he wasn't told much about this. But he... guesses... it's safe? He'll still be cautious, crouched in a way that he can get to his feet and bolt if he needs to. But for now...]

Allen?

[Clay you're such a nice guy. Timcanpy gives a few thankful flutters of his wings before he lifts himself off the ground to watch what's going on]

[Allen meanwhile, seems confused as he's starting to get his bearings straight. This looked like the room on the Marsiva, and he was on the floor still in his pajamas (and with bedhair). But Clay was also there, dressed, looking cautious and....]

Yeah it's-

[...Asking who he is like he wasn't sure]

[Shit. Fear immediately flashes across his eyes and he starts pulling himself up]

Did something happen? Is everyone alright?

[... Okay. Definitely Allen. Clay relaxes a bit, only to reach out to place his hand on Allen's shoulder, not pushing him down, but trying to placate him.]

Yeah - Everyone's fine, you were in here the whole time. Well, "you"... I mean.

[He sits back fully now, the caution pretty much gone now. It's a relief to see Allen be himself again.]

I heard the, uh... demon guy? He was yelling about something in here.

[Meanwhile for Allen, this is very much not what he wants to hear. He sits on the floor with Clay, fully sitting up. Nea took control? And he was yelling?]

Oh God- I'm so sorry.

[He didn't want Clay anywhere near a Noah. That's why he warned him the moment this started happening, to keep him away. The past few mornings he hadn't any missing time, so he was really hoping Nea had just given up and gone back to sleep. So to hear this now-]

Are you alright? He didn't try to hurt you, did he?

[Well he did contemplate killing me but

Nah, Clay reaches out to take Allen's hand in his own, trying to let him now that yes, he's okay, he's not hurt or anything, and - maybe to show his own relief over Allen being Allen now.]

No, I'm fine. I didn't try going in here until I heard you fall.

[He ducks his head, his thumb stroking along Allen's knuckles.]

I know I was supposed to stay away from him. But it sounded like all he wanted to know was where he was, so I told him about this place. [He covers his chin with his free hand, thinking back to the conversation they had.] He also wanted to know if there was anyone from your world here, and I told him no, just Timcanpy. Then he... told Tim that it wasn't time for him to be awake yet? And he... thanked me?

[Seriously, that was kind of bizarre.]

Edited 2015-11-06 06:49 (UTC)

[Allen's hand feels clammy, like someone who had a fever that just broke. He listens to Clay, his shoulders slumping with relief. His eyes dart at Timcanpy, who suddenly seems very interested in the floor. Right, maybe he can talk Tim into showing him the feed later, but...]

Thank God...

[He takes a couple breathes in] Maybe that means he'll stop.

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