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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[deshabille]

[Brave little lad.]

[The thought comes to her unbidden, in someone else's tones - Polly's, of course, the voice of her conscience when she's quite likely to forget it. It comes overlaid with reproach and implication: you are not a bully, you are better than this, even silly boys deserve respect.]

[Slowly, she raises her hand, a gesture of surrender, and backs away.]

I believe that you're afraid of nothing. Keep your secrets, then.

[Mm.]

I'm sorry.

[nextlineis]

[Is that really that? Should it really be that? Joseph looks momentarily indecisive because you're supposed to forgive people when they are sincerely sorry. Or that's what he's always been told. You're not supposed to hold grudges. He mumbles something, somewhere along the lines of forgiveness, and turns away from her to go back to his toys rather than trying to figure this stuff out with her.]