001 - Video/Action - Welcome to space?

[helladoomed]

Who: Chloe Price and open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental
Action: For people on the Marsiva, if they like!
When: Right now! And on until shuffle

[There was a young woman with blue hair passed out on the floor of Marsiva. She looks maybe nineteen or twenty, her clothing seems to be a tad damp, and she shifting occasionally as if having a nightmare of some kind.]

-on't you forget about me..

[The words come out in a mumble against the floor, and maybe it's the way they sound in a spaceshiip that yanks her out of her sleep, but a second later her eyes flare open and she sits up in a shock.]

WAIT I- What? [Whatever she was expecting, the Marvisa was clearly not it, and after a quick, panicked look around, she scrambles to her feet.]

Okay, calm down. Maybe this a good thing. Okay. Okay [She is clearly talking to herself, with no idea anyone is watching. Trying to calm herself down, probably.] Still alive. What does that even...

[She finally seems to have noticed a nearby window and the void of space beyond it because she freezes, then immediately darts over to it, staring out for a long breath, one hand coming up to press against the glass, making sure it was there.]

...What the fuck. Am I in space?!

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1/??

[timelapsed]

[ Just another quiet, normal day. Get mysterious cargo, dock at a space station, have your bank accounts frozen.

And new people are still showing up.

Max takes a moment to browse through the communicators. But it's not like there's ever any---- ]

2/4

[timelapsed]

[ --HOLD UP. Rewind for a second here.

Are you fucking serious right now? ]

3/4

[timelapsed]

[ Max has been here for damn near six months now. The entire time she's been wishing for Chloe to show up.

But now that she has she's unsure how to proceed. She thought about this, but she didn't think it through. ]

[ Video ]

[timelapsed]

[ But shit, this is Chloe, she's not going to give herself any more time to think about this. This warrants immediate Max Action. ]

Chloe! Shit, I can't believe it's really you. [ Caught somewhere between a wide grin and a worried frown. Both at once? Good luck figuring that one out. ]

[ Video ]

[helladoomed]

Max?

[Okay, Max's voice coming from...somewhere. Chloe hasn't noticed the screens yet. But her voice gets the older girl to turn away from the window at least, looking around, frowning.]

Max, where are you? What the hell is going on? Did we mess something else up?

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[droprate]

Got it in one, not bad.

[ Because what she needs now is slight sarcasm. ]

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[helladoomed]

[She notices the texts on one of the screens and just rolls her eyes.]

Oh great, sarcastic text messages. That's just what I was hoping for.

[Also, she'll flip off the screen while rolling her eyes. Oops?]

[droprate]

Then today's your lucky day.

[ Maybe she also doesn't know how this works yet. ]

Also, if you do that again, you're going to get lasered to death by this thing.

[Video]

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt was taking a break in the Huntress when he heard a familiar voice over the network. It was a voice that he heard before without actually meeting the owner, and when he looks into the screen, the image makes it all come flashing back.

The statue, the brochure - Chloe Price. Max's friend, the girl who died several times. Who had to be saved. Suddenly, she was right there on the video screen.

The blue German mutant, with a look of astonished surprise, looks right back into the video feed.]

Oh man...! [He exclaims in his surprise.] Chloe?!

[And he just blurted her name without thinking...]

[Video]

[helladoomed]

[Woah. Blue person. Blue person who...knows her name? What.]

...Yeah. That's me.

...

Who the fuck are you?

[Oh right, anger.]

[Video]

[digthefuzz]

[...She is definitely not a happy camper, and now Kurt looks more nervous in the face of her question.]

I- I'm Kurt. [...Then he finally realizes his folly in saying her name and tries to think of a fix.]

I'm a friend of Max's!

[neverknight]

Close. You're in a space ship. If you were in space, you'd be dead right about... [Wait for it....] Now.

[helladoomed]

[His screen gets flipped off too. Hello!]

Everybody else knows what I meant, man.

[neverknight]

[He... has no idea what that gesture means.]

It was a more interesting way of saying yes. It helps you're familiar with the concept. A lot of people who turn up here aren't.

[stefanged]

You sure are. Now, if you wanted to know what galaxy we're in, you'd be better off asking a pilot.

[Stefan shrugs, though his expression's apologetic.]

Um... setting that aside, you okay?

[helladoomed]

[She'd gotten most of the low-down from Max, but this is new.]

I am not at all okay, man. I am hella not okay.

Did you say galaxy? We're not in the milky way?

[stefanged]

Yeah. [He nods, biting a little on his lower lip] From what I understand, we're millions of light years away. If we're heading back towards Earth, we won't get there anytime soon.

I know it's a lot to take in, and I can't do a lot from here, but uh - if you have any other questions, I could try to help.

[video]

[delincuente]

Yep, the one and only.

[The girl who pops up on the screen looks quite a bit younger than Chloe - and the frankly ridiculous T-shirt doesn't quite help - but she seems to be broadcasting from one of the FS Starlight's less trafficked bars. An alien with two heads is performing a jazz duet on the stage behind her, and the drink in her hand seems to be glowing just a bit.

Welcome to space, Chloe.]

- Hey, wait, do you know Max? Max Caulfield?

[video]

[helladoomed]

[Chloe probably should've been more focused on the girl speaking, but that bar. And that drink. Holy shit. The blue haired girl couldn't help but stare a bit, her eyes wide, and it took a good fifteen seconds for what was actually being said to hit her brain.]

What? Uh. Yeah. I know Max. ...Is your drink glowing?

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[alwayscomeback]

Sure are. Congrats, you're one of the latest contestants on the super fun reality show, The Drift Fleet. You can tell from my tone how super lucky you are joining us.

[No. Wait. Opposite of that. ]

Super. Lucky.

Video

[helladoomed]

[Well she immediately likes his attitude, at least.]

No way. Tell me how you really feel.

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[familyremains]

[ For his part, Dean is plastered next to the wall where the window ends, sweating bullets. He watches the girl freak out and yeah, sister, he's been there. He's even thinking about saying something, you know, comforting when she's running up to the freaking window and-

Dean leans off the wall, just his shoulders, just enough to crane his head and look at her with his back and his palms still against it for stability. ]

Did you just touch that?!

[ God, she touched it. She touched the glass. Dean drops his head back against the wall and raises his eyes like he's looking for salvation. ]

If you break that glass, I swear to God, I will haunt you like freaking Swayze. Without the romantic crap.

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[helladoomed]

[Man, and Chloe thought she was freaking out. She kind of stared over at him for a minute, then back at the window, then at him again.]

It's glass in a space ship, I hella doubt I could break it.

[Just for good measure, she knocks on it with her knuckles a couple times. Also to be mean.]

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[heavenonearth]

[ yeah not everyone has the same reactions to appearing in space, it seems, but hey, it's not like he can blame her. ]

Yeah, you're in space indeed, chickadee, but it looks like you've already been brought up to speed, anyway. [ he cocks a brow. ] You feeling better?

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[helladoomed]

[Chloe has taken to wandering around the hospitality deck, the feeds following her on all the monitors. It's kind of handy but also kind of annoying.]

...Sure, why not. [She shrugs, then frowns.] ...Chickadee?