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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[That's too long to be a glitch. Well. Shit.]

And you have no idea what caused it. Didn't stick your nose into any weird business?

You mean more than the usual?

To be honest, I figured it was probably just... me? I'm not the most well-put-together person around, so. I thought maybe it was just my usual supernatural headcase stuff.

[Welp. She can't help with magical shit, and her frown is distinctly an unhappy one. It's not just hallucinations, though. Seeing Bellemere and Arlong is extraordinarily specific.]

Well. Hopefully this guy can help you.

[He frowns, glancing away, shuttering himself off.]

Nami... don't — be like that. It's just something I thought I had to work through on my own. I realized today I was wrong.

[Because that thing that hit him? It hit him hard. He's exhausted.]

[There's a pause.

...sigh. The moment she capitulates and he takes it the wrong way.]

I'm not having a go at you, Sam. It's something magical. I get it. I can't help with that. If you think this guy can, I hope he can.

[Genuinely. So don't give her that look. She's just worried.]

[She wasn't?

That's new, for him. People not getting mad at secrets about states of mind, anyway.

After a long moment, he finally looks at her with a flustered frown.]

... Sorry.

[Then he rubs his shoulder, thoughtful.]

I'm just sick of being that guy. Always something screwed up going on, I mean. Always giving you or the others something else to wonder about — or worry about. I'm really excited for the day when there's not some kind of weird problem with me.

[He's admittedly frustrated.

Better than giving into it, though.]

[She's not even all that mad about not talking to her about it, though she is mad. It just comes under vague, bossy irritation and concern, okay. Hardly something she's gonna begrudge him for the rest of eternity, anyway.]

I wouldn't define it as a weird problem with you. It sounds more like a weird problem that was done to you. Big difference. If you're not directly at fault, Sam, you shouldn't be thinking of yourself as that guy.

[There's a small huff, and she says with faint wry amusement:] That guy that the powers that be like to screw over, maybe.

I shouldn't be? Sure about that?

[But it's at least a bit humorous, a bit dry.]

I guess you're right. I mean... I've been better at accepting things. I hope, anyway. The worrying other people part's what I usually get hung up on.

[It's why he's tried his damnedest not to seem depressing or in awful spirits around Nami, when he's at his worst he's been in the fleet, right now. Dean's dead, and he's not sure how to even properly mourn anyone anymore; he does, but it's so fucking tiring at the same time. Dean's been taken and given back so many times. Sam's mourned him so many times. Where does it ever end? Does he want it to end?

Where is Dean? Is he okay? Is he afraid? What's it like? Is he really alone?

Sam's skin itches, and he wants to fling himself into the nothing.

He doesn't even have to come back or anything, he's been over the whole 'coming back' thing since Lucifer's cage. He just wants to not leave his brother alone out there.

He smiles, and it doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

But I guess a little worry's good. Right?

I'm a worrier. It's my job. Your life could be perfectly normal in every way and I'd probably worry. [Have you seen her c r e w

Also she has no idea you're thinking about nothing-flinging, but feel free to bring it up if you ever want to get bitchslapped. It's how she shows her love :|]

...how have you been otherwise?

[I'm a glutton for punishment also. But despite her sassy response here, she hasn't forgotten Dean.

...maybe she should push for Sam to move ships so she can at least be close.]

... Fine. I've been fine.

[:) no pain here only joy]

Just, y'know. Going with the flow.

[Everything's terrible and it's hard to put my shoes on, but I'm a stubborn prick, is the appropriate answer.]

Of course you are.

[Definitely gonna float the move. In person, though. She holds that look for just a moment-- you know, the one which basically says I see through your shit-- and then smiles.]

Let me know if this guy works out. Or if there's anything else I can do.

[But, you know. Anything else may be better in person, and at a distance from this whole sekrit conversation thing.]

... Sure thing. Thanks, Nami.

[Also, I'm sorry.]

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