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[stickupherforehead]

Who: Pearl and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/19 till shuffle

[sleeping Pearl kinda looks dead. If anything, it's probably because she's not moving at all. Or breathing, for that matter. And when she regains consciousness, it's all at once. No gradual waking up for her.

In fact, as soon as her eyes pop open, she's scrambling out of the bed, getting tangled in the bedsheets, and falling onto the floor right onto her face with a loud thud.

A hissing intake of breath, and then Pearl is turning around and staring in surprise at...the bed.]

Sleeping? But that's not...I've never -

[and then she finally sees the giant windows and more importantly, the fact that she's in space. Oh and also that she's probably been kidnapped or something like that.

..............]

GARNET! AMETHYST!!!

[and she's tearing off the bedsheets and scrambling to her feet. Don't hyperventilate. Stay calm. Don't freak out. This doesn't look like Gem based technology. Then again, she barely knows what modern Gem technology looks like. But, but it could also be some completely unknown alien species who had somehow kidnapped her and taken her hostage and of which she knows absolutely nothing about!!

.....] STEVEN!!

fourth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video
Action: Starstruck, if you want
When: Today!

[Felix has commandeered the communications station today. He doesn't have the augment, but he'd spent enough time hovering around Mattias here to perform a basic broadcast. He appears on screen hunched over, both hands planted on the station in front of him, somehow both serious and nonchalant at once.]

I can't speak to the wisdom of poking about strange ships full of hostile alien creatures we know nothing about, but I'm not here to dictate how some of chose to spend your time. I would, however, like to bring up the issue of defense. While many of our likely more combat oriented personnel are ashore, if that's the proper term or not I'm not sure, some of us are sitting here rather vulnerable. And need I mention that those same ships that nearly shot a few of down a few months ago were seen nearby. Personally, I'd rather not suffer a repeat.

Firstly, I'd like to mention that the Starstruck is currently without a pilot or security officer, both of which would be vital if we were attacked again. I realize we may gain one after the next shuffle, but if anyone with those augments would be interested in transferring, or perhaps loaning their services temporarily, there is room on board for you. Otherwise, I'd be grateful if any of the ships that do have weapons to watch our backs, as it were...

Secondly, I'm working on a project to help safeguard the ship but I need some supplies. I'm in need of a large piece of worked stone or mineral, about this big [He picks a hand, the fingertips of which appear to be dusted with a find layer of chalk, something which may be telling to people of a magical background, and mimes a shape in the air] - about the size of a skull, I suppose. Or larger. In any case, if you find anything like that on the ship or on a waystation, please let me know.

[He moves to shut the feed off but pauses] Oh. And to those I spoke to about a meeting of those with magical talents, my apologies for the delay in scheduling. It's been a distracting month or two. [He smiles brightly by way of apology and takes a seat at the station to wait]

ϟ o1.

[tayori]

Who: Yu Narukami
Broadcast: nada.
Action: Marsiva hospitality deck.
When: backdated to 6/17, all the way up to the shuffle.

( when he first comes round to consciousness again, there's an immediate feeling of wrongness. nothing feels right; the chill still lingers, shivering through him in tiny little tremors as he pulls himself into a sitting position and rubs a hand over his face, internally pulling at the strings of his memory to recall what had come before.

this isn't the plane – and this most certainly isn't his home back in the city. well, there's one thing to try that might give him a clue as to what precisely is going on, and it certainly goes to show the things he's gone through if his immediate thought is to try to drop from his own reality onto the astral plane which, strangely enough, had come to serve as more of a home than he's willing to admit.

( it had been easier for him and yosuke to meet there than it would have been for either of them to travel. with the added bonus of time stopping for both of them for the duration. )

we could go into great detail about the attempt at dropping from reality – how it should have been effortless, how he should have found himself staring at a starry floor instead of the muted surface beneath his feet – but the long and short of it is simply that it doesn't work. he remains sitting on his cot, blinking at the floor, his hands as they remain curled around his knees, brows furrowing above gray eyes in confusion.

and then in brief fear.

if this isn't the plane, then where –?

where is yosuke?

where is the rest of the team?

… what's happening?

it's then that he stands, pushing his hair out of his eyes, and takes a look around. the communication device goes ignored, for the most part, in favor of the massive windows all around him, giving a more than decent view of the even more massive void beyond them. space, he's used to. space, he can handle – which, what does that say about past experiences, hm?

it's the flickering television screens around him that give him immediate pause, uncertainty. a niggling little voice in the back of his mind insists that this could very easily be the beginning of another venture into the tv world – even if it doesn't have the same feel to it. it feels different, of course it does, and none of it even comes close to the horrifying familiarity of where his friends had been forced to face and accept the worst parts of themselves.

yu breathes out a small noise, mouth pulling into a thin, firm line. well. he isn't going to find any of those friends if he doesn't start looking, right? right.

and thus, the search begins. )