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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[admirably]

[ She does sound rather serious. And it's a little alarming. ]

I beg your pardon, but - "imminent torture", Miss?

[experiencepoints]

Oh. Okay, you're that new. And it's Nightingale, by the way.

Well... It's more mental torture than physical, at least. Mostly. Sorry, you showed up at a really bad time. Since you're new, maybe they won't bother throwing you into everyone's heads, but don't count on it.

[admirably]

Miss Nightingale. [ Yes, he'll keep sticking that "Miss" on there. It's only polite. ] A pleasure. My name is Hans.

[ He'll withhold the "prince" title for now. ]

What do you mean by "throwing me into everyone's heads'?

[experiencepoints]

You really don't need the 'miss'.

[It's dragging back the memories of high society in the worst ways.]

Well... We used to call them 'heart games', before. They're a little different, but they're similar here. Imagine ending up in an area that's sort of... a representation of a person's heart.

[admirably]

Alright, just Nightengale, then.

[ He'll roll with whatever she prefers, tbh. ]

You mean as a physical space? It's a little hard to imagine.

[experiencepoints]

You get used to it.

... By walking around in other people's memories, reliving some of the worst ones, and knives are still knives, even if they're also weird heart metaphor things.

If you want my advice, as soon as you find yourself in a weird place you don't understand, assume you're in someone's heart, sit down, and don't touch anything.

[admirably]

[ Yes, definitely alarming, then. Would that happen to him? Wandering around inside people's hearts could be beneficial to him, but he certainly didn't want the opposite to happen. ]

Ah, I see. Has that been happening to everyone, then?

[experiencepoints]

As far as we know. Every night, when the implants knock us out.

[admirably]

[ Well, that's just great. ]

Well then, I suppose I'm in for a rather eventful night.

[experiencepoints]

It might be possible to avoid it if you can figure out how to avoid sleeping, but.. Well, when the thing wired into your brain decides it's time to sleep, it's pretty hard to argue.

Good luck... uh, Hands, you said?

[admirably]

[ ...HANDS, SHE SAYS. ]

Hans, actually.

[experiencepoints]

Right, sorry. Hans. Nice to meet you, I guess? Considering the circumstances.

[admirably]

It's quite alright. And I assure you, the pleasure is all mine, Nightingale.

[ Have a SWEEPING BOW. ]

[experiencepoints]

Uh- There's no need to bow, really.

[Unless you're just trying to get down to her level, since she's short as fuck.]

Is there anything else you needed help with? I can tell you what it's supposed to be like here, but there's no real guarantee we're... ever going back to that.

[admirably]

[ Maybe it's a little bit of both. ]

If you could possibly oblige, I'd be in your debt. Whether or not we return to it, this world is very different from the one I left and I should like to know as much as I can.

[experiencepoints]

Right. How different are we talking here? Do you know about TV?

[admirably]

[ He hates feeling ignorant, but he can't pretend otherwise in this case. ]

I'm afraid I do not.

[experiencepoints]

Okay... Um, imagine a few billion omnipresent voyeurs watching everything we say and do for entertainment. That's the short version.

[admirably]

[ ...that's TV? ]

Come again?

[experiencepoints]

Well, that's what we're told. I don't believe it. But that's the line we're fed- We're here as entertainment for viewers across the universe.

[#helping]

[admirably]

What makes you think that's a lie?

[ No actually, that would be quite helpful information. ]

[experiencepoints]

They've given us no proof- They occasionally read us 'fan letters', but there's no reason they couldn't have made those up. They also haven't given us any incentive to believe... well, anything they say, really. And we've never seen cameras to record us or anything. It's more likely they just tell us that to keep us in line, I think.

[admirably]

They think we'll behave if we think someone is always watching?

[ Oh, but that's where they're wrong. ]

[experiencepoints]

Well, no one's going to try to murder people if there's eyes constantly on them, right?

[admirably]

[ You'd be surprised.

But he just smiles. ]

I should hope there wouldn't be murder going on regardless, but I suppose that extra precaution makes sense, if a bit invasive.