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driftfleet2015-12-16 11:40 am
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first {if the honey don't get me, i know the beehive will}
Who: B + U {open}
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio
Action: Marsiva
When: Nowish
[B wakes, and he isn't where he should be.
Caught, his first panicked thought, followed closely after by failed - but no. This is a cot, but it's not a prison cell. He's been detained, rerouted - that much is certain - but he hasn't failed. He hasn't finished. The landscape of the game has simply changed.
It's still an unnecessary detour; it still makes his blood boil. B allows himself a long, silent moment of pure fury over his current predicament - forcibly prevented from finishing his masterpiece, halted from placing the final piece of the puzzle into place, how dare, how dare - but only that, only a moment. He's still him, and he does next what comes naturally for his brilliant mind in any situation - always observe. Make an analysis; collect the clues; form a conclusion.
B sits up, swings his legs over the side of the cot, plants his feet on the floor. Picks up the device set next to him, slowly turns it over in his hand, examining it. Somehow, he already knows exactly how it works. Interesting.
A move has been made against him; the only viable response is to launch a counterattack, a test. He clicks on an audio broadcast, and for several seconds, there's only the almost-silence of dead air - quiet breathing, a faint hum of background noise, nothing more. Then, he speaks: calmly, evenly. Perhaps unnaturally so, give the circumstances.]
Misora ... please respond.
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio
Action: Marsiva
When: Nowish
[B wakes, and he isn't where he should be.
Caught, his first panicked thought, followed closely after by failed - but no. This is a cot, but it's not a prison cell. He's been detained, rerouted - that much is certain - but he hasn't failed. He hasn't finished. The landscape of the game has simply changed.
It's still an unnecessary detour; it still makes his blood boil. B allows himself a long, silent moment of pure fury over his current predicament - forcibly prevented from finishing his masterpiece, halted from placing the final piece of the puzzle into place, how dare, how dare - but only that, only a moment. He's still him, and he does next what comes naturally for his brilliant mind in any situation - always observe. Make an analysis; collect the clues; form a conclusion.
B sits up, swings his legs over the side of the cot, plants his feet on the floor. Picks up the device set next to him, slowly turns it over in his hand, examining it. Somehow, he already knows exactly how it works. Interesting.
A move has been made against him; the only viable response is to launch a counterattack, a test. He clicks on an audio broadcast, and for several seconds, there's only the almost-silence of dead air - quiet breathing, a faint hum of background noise, nothing more. Then, he speaks: calmly, evenly. Perhaps unnaturally so, give the circumstances.]
Misora ... please respond.
audio
his natural talents for detail and context lent themselves pretty well to the job. this broadcast catches his ear, for example, because of how calm it is, but also because "please respond" is an incredibly formal way of asking for someone. over a talk-box like this, it's usually towards organizations, teams, code names at the very least. he ticks through the other public responses, hears that it's supposed to be someone's name.
most people don't match a familiar name with a formal request in a voice as calm as that. it's hardly telling of anything, and already heavy on assumptions--but the little phrase creates enough mystery for him to turn his own device on and reply in a voice that's equally calm.]
What's that the name of?
[like he didn't just hear his reply to someone else.]
audio
It's not a what, it's a who. [His tone is bland as he makes the correction.] Someone I've been working with. A colleague, you might say.
audio
Ah, I see. I suppose I was thrown off by the formality. [and then he picks not to bother saying he hasn't heard of any "Misora" here, in favor of moving forward.] Welcome to the Drift Fleet, friend.
audio
[And he could go into further detail, about how it's customary when dealing with someone who's Japanese to be formal at first, but - well. Details. Not salient to the situation at hand.]
Thank you for the welcome. But I haven't even told you who I am yet - are you sure it's wise to consider me a friend already?
[There's an unspoken test here - do you know who I am?]
audio
Oh, wisdom has nothing to do with it. It's probably incredibly unwise.
[so, he knows nothing. probably. or maybe he does.]
audio
Yes, you're probably right. However, I am not opposed to being considered a friend, even at this early stage of our acquaintance.
[He's flexible.]
Though I think it would be easier to consider you a friend if I knew who you are.
audio
[a statement which is both flat and entirely false.]
My name is Robin, like the bird.
audio
Nice to meet you, Robin-like-the-bird. You may call me Ryuzaki.
audio
audio
[That is, not in person. He doesn't seem overly bothered about it, though.]
What is the Drift Fleet, exactly? Other than the obvious.
[The obvious being a fleet of some sort.]
audio
[which... does lead nicely into that second part. exact, huh?]
The Drift Fleet is hard to define, unfortunately. There are a few theories, but very little proof one way or another. There are a couple of announcers who claim we're constantly being observed and recorded for some kind of reality show, and that there's a large audience we need to keep entertained... But no one's found any recording devices, nor have we ever seen the program itself. The whole setup could be a lie to keep us complacent, or pass us through some kind of intergalactic regulations I don't know about... But it seems too absurd for that, in my opinion.
[keeping with what he's said so far, he sounds very well-versed in this. it's like he thinks about it a lot, or something.]
Whatever it is, I can tell you for certain that you're on the Marsiva, the host-ship. You'll soon be moved to a smaller ship in the fleet, which will be forced to follow the Marsiva around as it goes from planet to planet.
audio
You're quite knowledgeable about all this. I take it you've been here for quite some time?
audio
Since the beginning, actually. I was here when this so-called "cycle" of the show started. I didn't even start on the Marsiva, they put me and some others straight onto our ships and turned the lights on.
audio
audio
[he haaaaaaates that fucking ship. haaaaates.]
audio