driftfleet | A call in the dark

[It won't be long before the Marsiva leaves the system. Not once has the fleet's Host Ship gone near the green, mysterious planet, choosing instead to keep it only at the far edges of her reach. All the while, the party deck has remained open and welcoming, tempting passengers to stay and try their luck for last-minute prizes.

And just when it seems like the fleet may leave the Lagan system without incident- a sudden rush of energy flares out across the green planet's surface and beyond, rippling far past its atmosphere until it reaches every ship in the fleet. The energy buffets the hulls and scrambles the instruments for one or two very dramatic minutes - just as it had before, but much more powerful in its reach. The wave is still invisible, save for a confusing warp in the way light describes shapes, but those who are sensitive to various energies--psionic, magical, life-force, or otherwise--will be able to feel an overwhelming force comb through their entire being, before the phenomenon passes over and ends.

However, unlike last time, this wave of energy is not silent. Across both the speakers of every communication device and console, and in the minds of anyone sensitive to the energy, comes the message:]

Yei equoa seh ouat ti unduo ti akun. Yiat deht quoi yiat seh kiskhan. Yiaht seh yesui ti yiat seh enduan, tal yei vissai atuav yei ti esat yiat lehir hanui. Esat yiat lehir evess. Esat yiat lehir illua tal giskat deht. Wes sahat lehir enila yei, wes yei vissai seh nan sahat ista, sahat yayet quoi adaht woru vitsahn. Hanui gisketi ideht yesui ti tokia gisketi ideht uaru, tal adrifa deseht adtah.

[Those who had been investigating the wreckage's systems may notice that this message is the very same as the one coded in the distress signal. Perhaps the Virsua was trying once last time to communicate.]

[OOC: Feel free to use this post as a mingle--either for broadcasts over the network or in-person interactions. The Marsiva is still within range of the planet for another day or two, so any in-person threads can be on the planet's surface, aboard various ships or stations, or in the Marsiva's party room.

For those who had learned a translated word before, now is a great chance to put that knowledge to use!

While the mods continue to sort out the upcoming happenings with the Drift Fleet, we thought a final themed mingle would be fun to play with in the meantime. Enjoy!]

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I've noticed. Doesn't really leave much to be desired, does it? I mean, at least you knew exactly what Paradisa wanted from you, terrible as it was. It wasn't half as fucking shady about it.

I don't know about that. I remember that place being rather vague too. Seems to be a habit in these places.

Oh yes, but at least we knew the basics. Feasting on our emotions-slash-souls-if-we-had-them. This place? Why are we even here? Is it feeding on us, or ...what? I could at least buy the TV show thing if we actually ran into any of our audience. But we don't. Ever.

I suppose that's true...we still haven't run into anyone like that.

But the money has to come from somewhere real, doesn't it? You can't just make fake currency. So there has to be some source of it.

It's weird, is what it is.

Maybe we're all just an unwitting science experiment. You know, like we're being observed in a perti dish. They see what happens when they do X thing or Y thing to us. They're just paying us for our trouble.

Unwitting science experiments don't usually get paid.

[What with those science experiments being amoral and all that. But he sighs and rubs his forehead.]

Crowley, you know basically every language, don't you? Can you translate what's was said?

Maybe they made an exception.

[The demon makes an annoyed tsking sound. ]

No. Believe me, I tried, but it's just a jumble of nothing to me. It isn't even close to anything I've ever come across before. No root language I can compare it to or anything.

[He really doesn't like it when his abilities don't measure up. It's not a common feeling for him, after all. Not outside of his own Hell, anyway. ]

[He frowns, clearly thinking over it as he stares at the message and the translations that are coming up]

It might be some kind of code then rather than a language... the sentence structures seem to be very close to English. That can't be a coincidence.

Of course not. This place seems pretty obsessed with Earth. That seems to be a trend in these kidnapping places. The Earth obsession.

[He finally has a look at those translations, and ugh.]

Well, none of that sounds comforting at all.

No, it doesn't.

A little while ago, I found some written messages from me about the time we were in the Marsiva. Something about sleeping pods.

I wonder if that's the sort of sleeping the message is referring to.

So some of those notes survived, interesting. I just assumed they'd just...gone.

Makes me wonder if there's others, then. We're not the first cycle. Could be there's a whole heap of trapped people who just get knocked into Sleepytime Land the second they stop being useful to Atroma.

Yes, well... I have my own way of preserving things.

It's possible, or we just get reused each cycle and our memories wiped.

That doesn't shock me in the slightest.

...Well, that's a cheery thought.

What? It'd be less expensive than finding new people to kidnap all the time.

True. But that means we'd have actually been stuck here for Someone knows how long, right?

Well...yes. I never said it was a good scenario.

...Good point. Still. Yeesh.

Yeah. "Yeesh" is a good way to put it.

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