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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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They say the point is to be the most popular "character" on their show. If you have the best ratings, you supposedly get to go home.

Okay..!

[ He crosses his arms, squares his shoulders, stands right there in the middle of the hall like he means to make the declaration of his goddamn life, and it's not 'I'm going to be Pirate King', seeing as his ambition's on hiatus. ]

I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna get the best ratings, save my friends, and take us all back home!

Whatever it takes!

[ ... Yeah, except they have no idea if Atroma is lying about all of that or not ...

Still, he just got here. She doesn't want to kick him while he's down. ]

Yeah, yeah.

[ ... So she'll just round the corner into the kitchen instead, gesturing for him to follow and to have a seat at the nearby table. ]

Here -- it's gonna take a few minutes to cook. You like steak, right?

[ Why not? Gather enough money, they'd said. You could buy a ticket home from the aerospace port terminal, they said.

Except people vanished in droves, and not enough shuttles ever left the station to account for even a fraction of them all.

It wouldn't be the first time those winds have been taken from his proverbial sails. One might say anyone hailing from the same circumstances, deep down, expects it. He drops himself into a seat, pulling off his straw hat to have it rest in the cradle of his hands. It probably should alarm him that she's already known, but he's still kind of reeling. When he was an Elite, he didn't have to care about politics or popularity, had to learn a little. Now, he doesn't have a choice.

It's sink or swim now!

He looks up again, suddenly, but isn't asking about the steak. ]

Do you know if we can send messages?

[ She blinks. She was kind of expecting him to get excited about the steak ... ]

Uh --you mean to other people in the fleet? Yeah, you can use your communicator to do that.

[ With one elbow on the table, he plants his cheek in his palm. Sure, any other time he'd be jumping with joy at the prospect of steak -- and give him a day on the ships with nothing but gels or tofu and he'll be even more enthused!

But the conversation's left him feeling something... not new, exactly, but rare, and it's withered up his appetite for the time being.

Once he smells cooking meat, though, that's bound to change. ]

...I meant to people back where we came from. [ It's hard for him to care about the strangers he's about to get to know, right now. He's still thinking about who he left behind. ] Guess not.

[ Seas...

Have Law and Vivi started their day already, only to discover he's nowhere to be found? Have they filed a missing persons report with the Chrome... broken to Sanji and Perona the news? What about his other friends? Ryuko, Anders, Zuko, Iori... what about his brother, Sabo?

Is this what really happens to the ones who disappear? --Wait... he lifts his head from his palm, blinking owlishly. ]

Did you say there's steak?

I mean ... you could try -- but I think the network only really works between all of us on the ship. Right now, anyways.

[ He might be able to try sending out some messages once they get back onto the ships ... if they ever do, but. For now ... ]

Yeah, I was just asking if you liked it. I'll make some?

[ He lifts his cheek from his palm, and with the other hand, scoops his hat up off his lap and plops it back onto his head, his grin visible from beneath the brim of his straw hat. ]

Yeah! Steak's my favorite!

[ Sounds like he really means that, too, but... hey, Ino probably knows all about that, huh? There are few things that can stand between the captain of the Strawhat Pirates and his love of red meat.

Unfortunately, losing people important to him just so happens to be one of them, but only for a short while. ]

You can cook?

A little bit.

[ She'll be retrieving some meat from the fridge, starting the stove. ]

I'm not a professional like your cook, but enough people seem to like it when I do, anyways.

[ Fondness and pride roll off him like warm sunshine, and he starts to grin. ]

Yeah, Sanji's really--

[ His face blanks out with surprise. Once, he wouldn't have cared, but where he's been has really made him more suspicious of people with unexpectedly intimate knowledge of his history. ]

First you know my name, then you know one of my crew. How do you know this stuff?

You told it to me.

[ She doesn't look up from the pan, setting the meat inside it. ]

I met you in a different place, one you don't remember. Your memories get erased when you leave, usually.

So... like how you don't remember us meeting outside Dana Burn?

[ That explains a few things, opens up a whole other world of questions in turn, but along with his initial confusion there's also a sense of relief.

Maybe it'll take him a while to shrug off suspicion for the sake of one's survival, but at least for now he doesn't have to worry about some kind of ulterior motive! ]

...Okay. [ And Luffy just accepts that, that she's from Somewhere Else that isn't Amoi, and that's fine. It's the other part that makes him look up at her again, sharply. ]

What?!

That's right.

[ But she does turn to look back at him at his exclamation, waiting for him to elaborate on what he's questioning, exactly. ]

If you leave here, you really forget everything?!

Everything?

Not here -- a different place. Like the place you came from to get here.

[ Hello chair, he's going to sag back into it now in sheer relief, sighing aloud. ]

Good! Man, that would've been the worst!

What kinda place wipes your memories anyway?

[ Hey, Luffy, wasn't yours doing that too? Just... more slowly? ]

A shitty one.

[ She doesn't bother to sugarcoat it. Paradisa was the Worst.

The meat in the pan is starting to sizzle, though, so she turns back to pay attention to it ]

We don't know exactly what happens when you get sent back here, yet.

Wow... you probably don't wanna go back, if it was that bad.

[ He's straightened up again, though whether that's because he's drawn by the smell of sizzling meat or the subject matter-- oh, they both know how Luffy rolls, it's absolutely because of the meat. ]

It's not like they could come back and tell us all about what happens, right? I wouldn't wanna come back.

[ Unless he...

You know. Tries to make friends with a whole lot of people and then feels like he can't leave even a single one alone. Again.

Story of his multiverse-trotting life, apparently! The chair squeaks as he gets up, meandering over to the stove, sniffing at the air. ]

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