driftfleet | At least there's no elevator music...

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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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[Well, Nightingale was making an actual proper breakfast, but now she's stopping when she has to consider this.]

Considering how powerful the Atroma seem to be, can't they just make eggs out of nothing?

Yeah, that's what I was guessing. Which means - probably no space-bacteria, right?

[She slides off the counter, giving the spoon another (rather jokingly-suggestive) lick.]

[Not commenting on that licking, at all. Don't do it, Nightingale.]

Unless they made the bacteria, too. Think someone getting sick is good for ratings?

I don't know, it hasn't happened yet.

[That's for the best.]

Like, all my rating's have come from generally being an annoying shit with bad music tastes. You never know what pays.

Yeah, I still have no idea how I'm getting any ratings. Or if I am at all. Is there a baseline you get no matter how badly you're doing?

Either way, I wouldn't risk the sickness. I'm not nearly good enough at healing magic for that sort of thing.

Dude, you have healing magic? I'm pretty sure that's way fancier than anything I can do.

Huh? Oh... Sort of. I have one spell, basic HP resto-

[Wait, no, that's one of those things that makes people call her world a game.]

Basic healing of wounds, and not very powerful. I'm way more suited to offensive magic.

Wait, so, are you a witch? Wizard?

Mage, with a amount of those spells, and then a tiny bit of Healer, with just the one from that.

... Yeah, okay, that sounds way different from my world.

... Probably. I haven't ran into many other people from worlds like mine.

[Of course, lots of people know about worlds like hers, but she doesn't feel like starting the whole 'my world is not a video game' argument.]

How does yours work, then?

I just come up with a spell for whatever it is I want to do, and then it happens.

... For anything you want to do?

Pretty much. And sometimes stuff you don't want to do, if your spell isn't clear enough.

What about, for example, a spell to drag the Atroma to us?

Atroma would block it, unfortunately. [She gives an apologetic shrug, and gestures to the ship around them.] The bastards kind of put a damper on my magic. I can't affect anything outside of the ships' hull.

So they've set a limit to range and targeting...

[She's already lost in thought, the gears turning in her head. Something that versatile must be able to be used...]

Can you tell me in more detail how it works?

[Alex starts to form a sentence, but instead just decides to show her. She reaches down and pulls her wand out from her boot. Taking a breath, she points it at a paper tower someone's left sitting out on the counter.]

This paper towel should say goodbye,
I'd like to turn it into a... fly.

[And simple as that, the paper towel seems to shrink in on itself with a little whoosh, and a tiny mayfly buzzes away in its wake.]

There.

[... Okay, that is just met with a long, blank stare. For a good while, in fact. She seems too stunned to even respond, until...]

What the fuck?

Yeah, it's pretty much just a free-for-all.

... So you do a little rhyme and you can basically control reality around you? Do you have any limits?

Well... I once accidentally almost erased my family from existence. So basically, I haven't figured that out yet.

... Honestly, being erased from existence isn't that bad, it's what comes afterwards that's the huge pain.

[Making a shitty joke about the situation is the only way she knows how to cope with this. What the hell is going on. Why does this person have unlimited cosmic power. No wonder Willow wasn't afraid of sharing a dorm with all of those other crazy assholes, she was probably the most powerful of them all.]

You can erase people from existence, you can transform things, you say you don't know if you have limits... But you can't do a basic cure spell?

[Because Disney, that's why.]

I mean, they exist. There are wizard doctors, wizard dentists, all that stuff. But I never made it that far in my lessons.

Lessons? So there's more active components to it than just the rhyming? Or is it just like how to use it effectively...

[She trails off, her manners finally catching up with her.]

Uh, sorry. I studied magic a lot at home, so I'm interested. If you'd rather not answer, you don't have to.

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