01 - Action/Video

[dualcross]

Who: Dracule Mihawk and Anyone else.
Broadcast: Video - Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva.
When: Now.


[It's the annoying chill that stirs the swordsman from sleep, already frowning as he pulls back the sheets and cracks his neck once. Chill tends to stiffen one's body and bones. Now, as her rubs his face with a long yawn, Mihawk peers around at the unfamiliar space, the even more unfamiliar clothes, and his scowl only seems to set in place. He's not unfamiliar with being dragged from his home, his world and thrust into a whole other one on the whims of whatever nonsense that sees fit to haven him there, but there is one thing that is lacking the confined space he finds himself in.

One very large and exceptionally important thing.

At the very least his clothes and his cross necklace (doubling as a small, concealed knife) are inside the chest. After dressing, he sweeps up his communicator and easily flicks it on. He's had previous experience with gadgets like this, after all. He doesn't care where he is, how he got here, what his purpose for being here is. Mihawk has not a care about that frivolous bullshit, he just wants to know--]

Where is my sword?

[Later, after Mihawk has heard enough, he's gone to explore and to look for his sword. Regardless of what he's been told, he's not parting with Yoru so easily. One way or another he's getting it back. He doesn't look any angrier than usual as he prowls through the halls like a stalking wildcat, but the sheer presence of him, the sharpness that hides in the edges of his golden eyes...it's obvious Mihawk's not at all pleased with this so-called fine print. Not in the least.]

Comments

[mikangirl]

I don't know the full range. But just before I arrived, the fleet apparently got driven into a nebula-- uh. Kind of a storm in space, I guess. Feedback from it caused a lot of people to have headaches, mood swings, that kind of thing.

[Thus far she doesn't know how bad or extreme it could really get. She figures the possibility is there, though.]

[dualcross]

That would imply these devices give off a sort of electric signal...and entering anything that would interfere with that signal could indeed be...problematic.

[If he's right, and boy does he not want to be right, Mihawk assumes the devices are also tracking them somehow. Pulses could be sent to from the machine in their heads to alter thought patterns and any number of things. He does not like this one bit - the machine in their heads could imply so many things and he really doesn't want to go down the list of possibilities. The symptoms don't seem too detrimental, though, just like any other mild illness.]

Any reports of more aggressive conditions? Things worse than those symptoms?

[mikangirl]

That's the conclusion I drew.

[Which means she's been tempted to attempt shorting it out for good, but she only has two ingredients for such a dangerous course of action. One of them's her captain. 8|]

I haven't heard of anything. But then, I haven't been here long. It's better to ask one of the people who've been here long term.

[She glances across his other responses, and then hums.] Ino might know. She's been here a while.

[dualcross]

[There's a low hum, more like a frustrated grumble as Nami confirms his worst fears. Mihawk closes his eyes, but it's easy to see he's not pleased with the news in any sort of way. His brows knit together as he thinks hard - perhaps there's something aboard the ships, a device that reads and relays those impulses...and sends them through the network? Why else would they all be forced onto these ships against their wills? There was more than enough space on the mother ship...

If he can maybe find the source, but then again, ripping out wires and flipping switches in a spacecraft is a whole lot different then peers under a few loose floorboards or something.]

Mm? Ah, yes, the other young woman. [He already...forgot...her name.... 8'Da]

[mikangirl]

Yeah. She's pretty smart, and been here a lot longer than I have. [I-no, Mihawk. REMEMBER IT.]

There's also a girl called Nightingale who's putting together an information pack on this place, so if you run into her, she'll be happy to give it to you.

[Just, you know. Try not to intimidate her through the floorboards.]

[dualcross]

[You know? You know what? 8|a

But oh, a go-to-guide of information seems like just the kind of thing Mihawk would enjoy having as a back up reference. He's normally one to seek out things for himself and ask his own questions, but sometimes the best way to get what you want is to take the easy way. There's no shame in that, especially when the "issues" are, quite literally, ingrained.]

I will remember that name. [That one, anyway.] That packet she has created... It is hard-copy?

[mikangirl]

I think so. She's made a copy that she sends people on this communicator, but first time she talked about it she had a whole bunch of papers with her.

[Look at these pirates talking about hard copies like they're all tech savvy. Damn you, augments.]

[dualcross]

[For serious, it's almost criminal how easy these technological storage systems are once one gets used to them. Convenient, too! And considering his cabin on the Marsiva isn't all that large, being able to store everything in one place is very useful. Though he'll always prefer the novelty of reading things in paperback, of course. Old habits and all that.]

To be frank, I'd prefer the digital copy. It can be easily delivered, shared, and received. For now, however, I do believe I have enough in the ways of information.

[mikangirl]

Fair call. We're all stuck on the same ship right now, so if you need anything else, you can look me up.