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!

Comments

[jamminshield]

[He cheers.]

You did it!!

[admirably]

Indeed. May I ask you a few questions, now?

[ what is this cinnamon roll child ]

[jamminshield]

[First, Steven raises his hands and then moves them up and down as if holding some invisible scanner. Then he nods.]

Alright. You're clear to go!

[admirably]

Ah, yes, well. Thank you for the clearance. [ He clears his throat. ] Have you been a part of the fleet very long? I must say, I'm a little surprised one as young as yourself was recruited for the fleet.

[jamminshield]

I'm not that surprised! [He leaves it at that.]

It hasn't been that long at all. Just a month! ...Unless you count the time I was here that I don't remember at all!

[admirably]

[ Come again? ]

What do you mean by that?

[jamminshield]

Wellll, I just got here at the time that I said! But a bunch of people here who I never met before recognized me and knew who I was. I was here before and I was gone and I don't remember it at all!

It's pretty weird, right? It used to worry me a lot, but I think I'm over it. Now I'm more worried over how much I miss Pop-Tarts.

[admirably]

[ what the actual hell is a pop-tart, some kind of peasant food ]

It is a little strange, yes. Aren't you concerned about your lost memories?

[ He definitely would be. ]

[jamminshield]

Nope! [He shrugs.] It might have been another me, and not even I wanna mess with my own funky flow. It's probably better off that way.

[He casually remembers watching a horde of time duplicates of himself dissolving.]

I just feel bad about the people who remember me but I don't remember them!