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[empireofmymind]

Who: Ken & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now!

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Excuse the sudden intrusion. Does anyone have a toolbox?

Thank you.

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[ Ken has managed to detach a section of the Marsiva's wall paneling and is setting it carefully on the ground. There's something moving in the walls that he hadn't noticed before. Did it just start, or had it always been there and his eyes had been shielded from it...?

Either way, he's determined to get to the bottom of this. His Digivice is out but not reacting to anything in the wall...

...Well, that only proves to him this isn't part of the Digital World. There's no reason for the Digivice's mysterious powers to work anywhere else.

Please watch your step in this hallway or you might bump into one very focused young child. Who happens to be in the process of dismantling the ship for (depending on your augment and glitch) the hell of it. ]

Comments

[unfulfilledpotential]

You know, I'm not a hundred percent sure.

[It's a good question, and one Shawn wishes he knew the answer to.]

I've never seen the cameras, or the fan letters we get, and we were never recognized when we went to other planets... but there's not a lot of evidence against that idea either. We get sponsor gifts, and our salary depend on our "ratings," so it's like... I think it's a TV show? It's just run really weird.

[empireofmymind]

If that's the case, then we've been selected for this cast for a reason. [ Nobody would create any kind of "entertainment" without being meticulous about that. ] Maybe even for our ships....

[ Their ships, of which they've currently been deprived. Ken is curious if he'll ever get to see his, and whether the group dynamic will make anything clearer. ]

[unfulfilledpotential]

Oh yeah. It's more like why we were chosen, out of everyone in the universe. [Shawn nods sagely] Earth's got like, seven billion people, and we're in outer space, so it's like, you have a bajillion people. So why US?

Everyone's reasons are different, probably, but there's gotta be a good one.

[empireofmymind]

[ He gets it. Shawn gets the kind of things that Ken thinks about almost every day. ] It's overwhelming.

[ But they still have to move forward, so he might as well pursue his only current way of sorting the people here. ] What was it like on your ship?

[unfulfilledpotential]

Sorry. [He means it too. As much as he likes Ken, the guy's a little young to be here in Shawn's eyes.]

Tiny, cramped... but still kinda nice. I got to work alongside cool people every day, and I got to learn new things from them. I didn't talk much to some of them, but I knew their faces an' stuff.

I don't know when we're going back, but I hope your crew'll be as awesome as mine.

[empireofmymind]

[ Ken smiles self-consciously. ] I'd like that too.

[ Except...now what? Examining the wall was inconclusive....He looks away to think. ]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Shawn hums for a second, staring at the wall. Since that was a total bust...]

You know, I'm kinda hungry. Searching deep panels makes me wanna eat something more substantial.

Wanna grab something with me?

[empireofmymind]

Eh? [ Ken doesn't follow. Not at first, anyway.

...Then, with a brief rush of embarrassment that it took him a moment, he smiles. ] I do hear these kitchens are better.

[unfulfilledpotential]

They sure are. We've got real meat and everything.

[Would Ken object to Shawn slinging his arm around his shoulders? Because Shawn might be trying to do that right now.]

So come on. I'll cook you something decent, and then we'll go marathon Jaws or... you know, let you do whatever you need to.