Let the games begin!

[thespaceopera]

[several days late, as has been the trend lately, the Shuffle's transmission plays for the Fleet.

...or, it tries anyway. the music doesn't even make it--just a punch of static with sad, scattered pieces of musical notes trying to struggle their way through.

when Diamond's voice is finally heard, it's only intelligible in three little bites.]

--Three disappearing from-- ... --new faces, so-- ... --Captain Halliwell--...

[and then the music blends strangely with other sounds, like someone flipping idly through broken radio stations. it takes some time for anything to come in clear, and every frequency turns up the same interference. it isn't until several minutes later that one signal suddenly stutters into clarity, and music begins to play.

wherever you are, they are playing your song! and if there are multiple people in the room, maybe the speakers nearest to each person are playing different songs, each specific to the closest passenger. and after the signal connects, the speakers will continue to play whatever song they started with, even if different passengers move toward or away from them, and will only play something else when the controls are messed around with. and the signals and machinery will continue to behave in this way sporadically, all through the month.]

ooc: the musical madness has begun! feel free to use this post as a mingle for interactions relating to shuffle day and the ensuing musical chaos. if you have any questions, please post them to the January ooc post!

→ Shuffle ooc post
→ January system ooc post

Comments

[misconceived]

[ That is not the reaction he wanted, Varric. Chris stands dumbfounded for a moment before he shakes his head and follows Varric inside where he can see what kind of weapons they have. They're not really his thing in general but it's always good to know what's available. ]

Do we even have guns on the ship? Like, if something doesn't beam on and try to kill us in our sleep or anything.

[merchantprince]

[There's a big automatic gun of some kind, which Varric takes for himself, and three armored spacesuits, as well as three smaller handgun-looking things. There's also a dwarf-sized suit of flex armor, but Varric passes on that. He doesn't want to wear it unless he has to.]

Yep. We're prepared for space... battles. If it comes to that.

[He turns around, careful not to point the bad end at anyone, and loads the thing. It makes a satisfying noise, and Varric lets out a low whistle.]

Not bad. Heavier than my usual, but I'll take it. [He leaves the safety on, then slings the rifle over his shoulder.]

[misconceived]

[ Chris inspects one of the handgun things for himself. He discovers it's a goddamn phaser but at least it works like an automatic with some kind of energy cartridges. He shifts it around until it fits in his hand, points it at the speaker still throwing out that song that is slowly driving him insane, finger off the trigger the whole time. He sighs and sets it back once he makes sure it isn't primed any longer. ]

Your usual?

[merchantprince]

My crossbow. My beautiful, one-of-a-kind repeating crossbow. Bastards confiscated it when they kidnapped me.

[He inspects the intensity switch, but doesn't flip it over. Non-lethal is good for now.]

I'll come for you, sweetheart. Just you wait.

[misconceived]

[ Chris raises a brow, then brings a hand up and a crossbow appears with a bolt already loaded. He looks down the shaft while holding it up to the wall while turning to see Varric's reaction. ]

You want one of these over one of those?

[merchantprince]

Andraste's sacred ass! Did you just conjure a bow? You just conjured a bow.

[He looks at it. Looks at his gun. He just can't win here.]

Thanks, I think, but I don't want the lady to get jealous. Besides, you just pulled that out of your ass. I've had bad experiences with that kind of thing.

[hearsthesea]

[Shirley comes rushing in then, still holding a pair of tongs she forgot to leave in the lab a moment ago.]

Both of you hear that singing, don't you? I'm not imagining it?

[That song playing - she'd know Relares anywhere. They'd taught her this one early on in her old village, before everything happened...but surely there aren't any Ferines here?

Then she notices the crossbow and all the other weapons.]

Are...are we being attacked?

[misconceived]

That is definitely not where I pulled this.

[ Chris scoffs, lets the crossbow hang off his finger from the grip and it drops, disappears before it even touches the ground. He turns when Shirley appears in the doorway, brows raised. ]

Maybe, maybe not. We're just being careful. [ He swallows, turns to glance at Varric. ] It's still the same song, right? Baby Mine? Is that playing through the whole ship now?

[merchantprince]

Not yet, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared.

[Yeah, no. Varric is not going to use some FAKE MAGIC WEAPON instead of Bianca. He adjusts the carrying strap on the rifle. It's solid, and it's going to stay that way.]

I think we're all hearing different things. What did you hear, Roses?

[hearsthesea]

[Roses? Her? ...Well, it's no Shirl, but she can live with that.

Shirley frowns at the question; she's not sure what Baby Mine is, but it's sure not what she heard earlier. She tries to listen to the song again to confirm the words, but now that she's paying attention to the music in here she's sure that it's different from what was outside.]

I heard something different from this in the lab. It's an old song I learned when I was little, about two people swimming together.

[She also eyes the weapons wondering if they really are going to see battle, although there's nothing there for her. Her quill's already lost, but at least her eres still work.]

[misconceived]

[ It's okay, Shirley. Chris will call you by name. He's not the type for nicknames. He runs a hand through his hair and glares at Varric for the lack of an answer before he crosses his arms as if to keep himself in control while another voice, female this time, starts to sing along with the first during the chorus. His head bows involuntarily as if to hide. ]

Something old to you. Something religious to Varric. Something... [ He shakes his head. ] ... something old to me, too. Are they just things from our past?

[merchantprince]

[Sorry, he just doesn't like answering questions.]

If they wanted to mess with us, they're doing a pretty good job.

[Chris is obviously having a hard time. It sounds like a lullaby to Varric, and that can only mean one thing: total fucking pain. His own parents were kind of assholes, but he knows issues when he sees them. As promised, though, he doesn't say anything-- he just reaches out to set a hand on his arm.

It's a brief thing, and he lets go after a moment.]

I'm thinking we should get the hell out of here. We already left that snow planet, but there might be something else. Like an outpost. Let's go back to the bridge and look.

[hearsthesea]

Do we know which way the music is coming from? We don't want to fly closer to it right now.

[Shirley has to admit she's actually a little interested, but it would be better to have more information first. This could turn out to be malevolent as easily as not.]

[misconceived]

[ There's a small flinch of surprise when Chris looks to the hand on his arm, then he... doesn't pull away. ] Yeah. Yeah, I'm sick of this place already.

Knowing where the music is coming from wouldn't help help us get out of the way. None of us here can steer the ship. [ Trust him, he's tried. ]

[merchantprince]

[Welp.]

I think we need some kind of special... whatever for that. We can use the shuttle if we decide to bail.

[Varric shuffles out into the hall. They can talk on the way.]

[hearsthesea]

[Shirley follows, looking behind them just in case. There's nothing there, but a quick double-check doesn't hurt. Everyone's here, one two three, and--oh.]

How many shuttles do we have ready?

[She didn't take note of the exact number before when looking around, but it certainly wasn't many for what's supposed to be a five-person ship.]

[misconceived]

Two of them.

[ Chris follows almost a bit eagerly when they leave, hands moving in front of him as if to toy with a ring he isn't wearing. It's a nervous gesture. ]

One's enough to hold two people from what I saw and this thing in my head says I know how to fly one, so we should be fine.

[merchantprince]

[Varric glances over his shoulder.]

Really? You're not going to make a crack about how we can probably fit two and a half in one shuttle?

You continue to surprise me, Prickly.

[hearsthesea]

We have enough, so let's just go. It's good that we only have three people right now. I should be able to take the other one, unless you have more experience.

[Addressing Varric there, of course.]

[misconceived]

[ Chris gives Varric a Look. One for encouraging their joke war, and also because prickly? Are you trying to imply something there, shortstuff? ]

Hold up, Shirley. Where would we even go? Besides, you should probably drive. I'm not sure Varric can reach the consoles.

[merchantprince]

I see you've replaced the stick up your ass with that crossbow. Good to know.

[He flips his collar and continues down the hall.]

Let's check the bridge before we go anywhere.

[hearsthesea]

[This really is starting to sound familiar. If Will were here he'd probably smack them and get moving, but Shirley has neither his discipline nor his physical force so she just lets them be instead.

...Actually, nah. Shirley does go on towards the bridge, but she also tosses in a teasing comment.]

You two are having fun, aren't you? But maybe it should wait a bit.

[misconceived]

[ Chris looks at Shirley, a bit surprised and thrown off, then he huffs and shoves his hands into his pockets to both rid himself of the gesture and metaphorically put the snarking away. ]

Right, you're right. Let's see if we can get an idea where all this is coming from. Any of you played with the bridge controls yet?

[merchantprince]

[Varric nearly calls Shirley a spoilsport, but he decides a long-suffering sigh is probably just as well. He's not about to give her shit when it's a potentially serious situation, not if he doesn't know her that well yet.]

Nope. I didn't want to blow anything up.

[hearsthesea]

[Hey, it worked! Will would be proud.]

Me neither. I've spent most of my time in the lab. You haven't either, Chris?