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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[rubbernecking]

[ 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?

[ino]

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.

[rubbernecking]

[ 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?

[ino]

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.

[rubbernecking]

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?!

[ino]

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. ]

[rubbernecking]

If you leave here, you really forget everything?!

Everything?

[ino]

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

[rubbernecking]

[ 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? ]

[ino]

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.

[rubbernecking]

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. ]