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

[mortalcoil]

[and Coil may not have spent the same constant, saturating kind of time around him that he used to, in quite some time... but being sensitive to these kinds of shifts is not a skill that has grown lax.

if anything, living with Robin has made him more aware of tiny, telling mannerisms.

so, after a minute of feeling this tide roll in, he looks over and raps a knuckle against the hollow metal of the floor. just something to get his attention and interrupt the cycle in his head.]

[theboogieman]

[it works. some of the tension drops just from his return to the present. more of it goes when he realizes that Coil is looking at him. the look he gives back is a questioning one.]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil just lifts his chin a little, questioning him right back.

because who's the one who is clearly having a harder time with this, hmm?]

[theboogieman]

[he doesn't want to, but... he can admit that. he looks back down at his device, listens to the absent noises, tries to think of something to explain. so many of his thoughts are dangerous ones. he doesn't want to admit how much trouble he's having. it's a gaping weakness, one he's not even comfortable sharing with Coil.

but... there's one thing he knows he'll agree with. he brings his hands up to sign.]

'We need to go back.'

[mortalcoil]

[Coil nods. he knows. he's had well over a year to dwell with that very thought.

so, all he responds with is the thing he's told himself a million times, whether he'd lost hope over it or not.

'we will.']

[theboogieman]

[he nods back. he knows it's true. it has to be true, he can't accept any other alternative. it's just... slow and confusing, and gives him a lot of things to worry about. he could talk about his thoughts, what he intends to do, what he's worked through so far, all his theories and concerns...

but he just... looks back at the communicator. sighs quietly, under the weight of it all.]