001 ♱ arrival (video)

[planmade]

Who: Mihael "Mello" Keehl & open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva. Hospitality deck.
When: Current.

[Mihael's eyes blink open slowly, then immediately sharpen. He sits up with a jerk, barely keeping himself from looking visibly panicked, from bringing a hand to his chest to feel for a heartbeat. In that split second after waking his mind is flooded with several thoughts at once, the foremost being that he's alive, which doesn't make sense given what he knows about the Death Note and what he's sure he felt only moments before. If he's alive then there's a good chance that Kira is involved, and that wherever he is would be monitored by the enemy.

But then, this also doesn't seem like Kira's style. The self-proclaimed god of the new world just killed people that were in his way, often even when keeping them alive might have served his purposes better. This means that something has to have gotten in the way of that - an unwritten rule, perhaps, or another shinigami. He'd always been ahead of them when it came to how the books truly worked.

There's a chill, but it's not in the air. He feels it deep in his bones, and he laments the loss of his coat. He hadn't been wearing it when he'd "died", and a glance around lets him know that it at least isn't in the room with him. His vest doesn't do much against the cold, though if it's coming from within an extra layer over his skin might not do much anyway. Is this normal? Part of the process of foiling the note? Having this big of an information gap is infuriating. He doesn't have his gun either, but that's the least surprising revelation so far.

He sits up, sliding to the edge of the cot. The room is completely unfamiliar and sterile. If someone is monitoring him, then they'll expect him to check the door. Might as well not keep them waiting. He's not even sure he should be surprised when it opens. Even if it's some sort of trap, whatever's out here has to be able to tell him more than what's in that little room. The attempt on his life has already been made, and it would be a waste of resources to go through all this trouble just to try and kill him again right away.

Leaving the door ajar for a few moments more, he does a final check of the room to make sure he isn't leaving anything behind. He pats himself down, too, as new additions to his person were very possible in this situation. The bump behind his ear gets a deep frown out of him, and messing with it proves to be too uncomfortable. A bug, perhaps. A tracking device. Both. He'll have to watch what he says.

In his pocket is... not his cell phone. Something else. When he flips it open he's met with an unfamiliar interface - unfamiliar, but not difficult. This is something. It's a step toward figuring out what's going on, and he's thumbing through entries as he finally leaves the room.

Some time later, he finally addresses the network himself.]

Disregard any messages from another I.D. of someone with my name and face.

And you. You'll talk to me.

Comments

video.

[enflammen]

[Well, it's not hard to recognize this voice, is it. Still, it sends a chill up Micah's spine, hearing it come not out of his own mouth but through the device. A number of thoughts race through his head - a doppelganger, maybe, or some kind of trick being played by those responsible for bringing him here. A hallucination is always possible, though unlikely; a doppelganger is probably the most likely.

But there's no way of knowing without engaging, and besides, hiding has never been Micah's style. So he turns on the device, openly showing his unsmiling face in reply.]

Will I, now?

[Of course he will; he is. But everything about his tone says he doesn't appreciate being ordered around.]

All right. What would you like to talk about?

voice.

[brokencopy]

And what name is that, exactly?

Video

[passingthrough]

[Well, that's something you don't see every day. Not that people sharing the same face are especially surprising to her. There are various reasons—twins, shapeshifters, and alternate realities. Same name takes care of the first one. Last one seems most likely in a place like this.]

Were you expecting someone else with your name and face or is this new for you?

video.

[truthvalue]

[Souji nearly drops what he's working on when he sees the face on his video feed. It's been months since Melasurei, and - well, he hasn't forgotten entirely, but it's started to fade from his memory, like the other Seta said it would.]

... Mason?

[ video ]

[touchofrogue]

[ Okay. First one and now another, and this one had the sort of attitude she remembered going with the face, but... ]

And why should we do that?

[just because he's not you doesn't make him any less a person to be listened to.]

Closed to the crew of the SS Red Fish

[planmade]

[The following cheerful message is broadcast to crew members only some time after his assignment.]

Red Fish, huh? Looks like I'm your new engineer.

To keep your ship running at peak capacity, you'll need proper fuel. By which I mean I'll need proper fuel.

You get me chocolate - bars, not this protein shit, as dark as you can get it - and I'll keep things running smooth without much complaint. Deal?