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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[notkittenaround]

[ It is beyond irritating to be trapped in this place, forced into a maddening and institutionalized routine. But Magpie - Marhi - has already decided to make the best of it. If she cannot hunt, or use her best spells, or unleash the fury down on their captors with an unholy but goddess sanctified amount of violence, then it is best to keep herself fit through other methods.

Which is to say, she's in the gym. A child's plastic toy fishing rod does not make a good copy of a Dragoon's mighty heft, but she's making a go of it anyway. The dramatic, overly fancy and easily higher than her own body jumps of the Dragoon.. don't quite suit the weak plink of pink plastic against the gym bags when she spears them. ]