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driftfleet2017-06-09 09:55 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-06-09 09:55 am
Calibration Post 1, "Daytime"
[ Not long after the shuffle, there's a ripple of static over the network - loud, sudden, and seemingly with no origin. It's puzzling, but there's no indication that it's going to happen again...
Until a minute later. Another surge of static comes in over the speakers, and then a voice - one some may find familiar, though not necessarily welcome, after all of this time... It's Diamond. Long time no speak, hmm?
Clearly, not all is well. She sounds very far away, for one. For another, she sounds... skeptical, almost alarmed. There may actually be real concern in her voice. ]
Again? Twice in one c--
[ Her sentence is cut short with a strangled gasp, followed by a moment of silence. What follows may be the sound of metal dragged across metal, but it's hard to place. When she speaks again, it's uncharacteristically monotonous. ]
... Bring them in.
[ A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. The style of decor resembles that of the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck, if any passengers should remember what that's like. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well, all clean and chrome, but this set of rooms has only been used once, and for the very same purpose that befalls the fleet contestants now.
As for their hosts, there is no immediate sign of them, though some may recall a series of hideous, half-electronic screams before their memories begin to blur upon arrival...
Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers. It's time for round two of calibrations. ]
[ This mingle will cover all non-calibration room interactions. Please continue to come back to it for the duration of the plot! You are, of course, free to post any other mingles/posts/etc. that you'd like. ]
Until a minute later. Another surge of static comes in over the speakers, and then a voice - one some may find familiar, though not necessarily welcome, after all of this time... It's Diamond. Long time no speak, hmm?
Clearly, not all is well. She sounds very far away, for one. For another, she sounds... skeptical, almost alarmed. There may actually be real concern in her voice. ]
Again? Twice in one c--
[ Her sentence is cut short with a strangled gasp, followed by a moment of silence. What follows may be the sound of metal dragged across metal, but it's hard to place. When she speaks again, it's uncharacteristically monotonous. ]
... Bring them in.
[ A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. The style of decor resembles that of the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck, if any passengers should remember what that's like. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well, all clean and chrome, but this set of rooms has only been used once, and for the very same purpose that befalls the fleet contestants now.
As for their hosts, there is no immediate sign of them, though some may recall a series of hideous, half-electronic screams before their memories begin to blur upon arrival...
Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers. It's time for round two of calibrations. ]
[ This mingle will cover all non-calibration room interactions. Please continue to come back to it for the duration of the plot! You are, of course, free to post any other mingles/posts/etc. that you'd like. ]
ARRIVAL
Welcome back, passenger. What do you do?
See the event post for all room descriptions.]
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Seriously? This is how you get back at us? This again? It's not even trying.
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But Mithos wouldn't have left his clothes neatly laid out nearby. There's his communicator, and the ocarina he found in the temple on the water planet. Slowly, he begins to breathe again, forces himself to get dressed before trying the door.
He's still moving slowly and looking rather shell-shocked as he leaves his room (the door opening is an immense relief) and makes his way down the hall.]
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He considers the room without really understanding what is happening. Eventually, he figures out how to open the door. This definitely isn't where he should be. There are people starting to filter out of their rooms. He realizes the door he came from has his name on it when he takes a look around, and the other doors have other names.]
Yuri?
[So time for him to pick a direction and try to find the door with Yuri's name on it. He'll stop and chat in the meantime if needed, but his first priority is finding Yuri.]
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She gathered up that flamingo blanket and made her way out into the living area. ]
Hellooooo? Anybody else know what's going on? [ She waves that bright flamingo blanket to try and get people's attention. ]
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Honestly, his first panicked thought is that the Tempest was attacked and boarded and now Ryder and her crew are in tiny cells about to be experimented on by the kett, but nothing around him shows any sign of being designed by the kett, or anything like what they've seen in Heleus at all really.
He makes it out of the room, a little surprised to find that it opens without fuss, and then looks around.]
What the fuu-?
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Searching the room, he's glad he find some of his own clothes, a couple of his books too, tucked away. Along with the cloak Belthazar had made him. It doesn't take long for him to change, preferring the warmth and comfort of the familiar. As well as covering his arm. There's no hiding the new scar on his face though, running down from his left eye to his chin, but that doesn't bother him as much. He earned both but the scar is a good reminder.
And then he leaves to explore, making his way to the main room. It's been some time since Khadgar last woke up on the Marsiva but he remembers how it's styled. He's made an effort to commit everything about the fleet that he can to memory.]
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Out here, he seems pretty darn composed about all this]
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Very funny. I didn't drink that much.
[Give her a second, she's still half asleep.]
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A year earlier, she might have just elected to stay in this room, the shift in circumstances is so alarming. But she has crew to look out for, and so Makie carefully dresses, a little wobbly on her feet-- she wonders how long she slept, because this feels off. Did something happen?
When she leaves the room, it touches off memory of the Marsiva, at least. Her shamisen and her weapon aren't here. That's worrying. So guess what, Makie's going to pad off to try and find anything remotely good for killing people with, because that's how she rolls. She has no intent or desire to do anything of the kind, but if she's on the same ship that recently opened fire on the Interceptors, she can't perceive it as being anything other than a hostile situation.
So, you know. Please feel free to allay her concerns. And give her entirely new ones.]
[Closed to Lance and Keith]
Well, not exactly again, this is definitely not the same area. But he does recognize the ship. He isn't sure what's going on, but the voices he soon hears tell him he isn't alone. And wow, those are a lot of voices.
Is... is everyone here? Woah. hopefully nothing big has happened, but Shiro still goes on leader mode, going through the hallways looking for his teammates. Nobody looks hurt or anything but...]
Keith? Lance?
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It takes her a few moments to shove down the panicked feelings that rise to the surface, deep shaky breaths sucked in to calm her racing heart. She hates how clean it smells, how sterile and blank it looks, what it reminds her of - spotting her clothes is a welcome distraction, and she quickly changes into them before practically running from the room and slamming at whatever will close the door so she doesn't have to see it again. Another deep breath before . . . there's more doors. With names.
Welp. Time to find the people she cares about and get the hell out of there]
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Groaning slightly, he reached for his comm badge and realised that he was gone. Damn. No way of contacting Deep Space Nine now. He would have to search for signs of life and demand an explanation as to why he was here. Wherever here was. It seemed like a ship of some kind, as he could feel the vibrations throughout the structure; the low hum of an engine. He wasn't on a planet then at least.
Unbeknown to him, he had awoken on the good ship Marsiva. Worf didn't react well to change and kidnap or being taken hostage and would only seek to aggravate him more. Did he have any weapons on him? The thought flashed through his mind when he reached behind him for his Mak'leth. They were gone. Along with his comm badge. So, he was naked. Martial arts it would have to be then. A Klingon was never defenceless as long as he had his honour and strength with him.]
Where am I?
[He muttered under his breath, as he stepped out into a corridor and began to explore slightly.]
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Oh, just noticed you here!
Re: hello!
Hi!
Re: Q'plah!
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Where the hell are my clothes, why do I have a door with my name on it, and what the fuck is up with the clothes I am wearing?
[She scowls at nothing in particular and leans against the doorway, muttering under her breath.]
Aw, c'mon, mates, I don't even get my smokes? What is wrong with people's sense of common decency?
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MINGLE
Or perhaps you’ve just experienced your first time in someone else’s head. What just happened? Do you talk about it, or furiously drown your concerns in the comforts provided?
See the event post for all room descriptions.]
Living Space
That said, at least shelves on entertainment seem familiar-ish. Even more surprising, though, is the fact that there are titles that look familiar to him.]
Blasto Saves Christmas. [He reads has he takes it from the shelf.]
Oh come on, you guys couldn't at least have any new Blasto they made after we left the Milky Way? New Blasto films would be a galaxy wide treasure. [He's speaking to no one in particular. Don't mind him. He's still a little weirded out by this entire situation]
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Nook
Approach with caution.
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That's the first day, anyway. On consecutive days she'll be entertaining herself in a distinctly bloody-minded fashion in which anyone with an ounce of empathy will realise her cheerfulness is entirely brittle and she's too laser-focused on the TV, but. Good luck getting her reasons why.]
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closed » rip hunter
she'd made a snap decision about this man. had it been the wrong one? is this another dottie underwood, here to sneak under her good graces and take advantage of the trust she'd been willing to put in him? not merely the starstruck's kitchen, but he's had his nose poked into every other room aboard the ship...
maybe she should find another crewmate, first, and voice her concerns. but peggy's feeling too chagrined over the possibility that she could get something so wrong. so, sparing just enough time to get dressed and apply her lipstick, she searches through the halls until she finds the door with his name on it.
and whens he knocks, she knocks fiercely. ]
Re: closed » rip hunter
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Bedrooms
The real problem is that his name - his real name - is written plainly on the door to his room.
Sitting right where it shouldn't be seen.
The words "Okita Souji" emblazoned on his door. Which he is currently staring at with more than a little bit of mild displeasure.
This will certainly make things...awkward.]
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For all appearances, despite the distance she isn't letting it show that all of this bothers her very, very deeply. In fact, if she happens to glance up and spot someone glancing at her, she'll even give them a little wave in greeting.
She's Totally Fine, nothing to see here]
Kitchen/or wherever
[Not having windows is unsettling. Not knowing where she is or what's going on double so, and seeing (mostly) strange faces and no familiar races outside of human is triple so. It's exciting, but not necessarily in a good way.]
[Peebee can be found anywhere (except the gym, boooooring), but most likely she'll be in the kitchen. For one, there's alcohol, but she's also going to be experimenting with the different protein pastes.]
[If you're catching her after her first night here, she's probably going to be filled with a sort of frenetic energy as she tries to deal with being in other people's heads.]
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Kitchen/around
Feel free to come across him in the kitchen, where chances are good he'll be frowning down at some protein as he tries to decide if this is food or a joke.]
Is this what jello is supposed to be like?
[He'll also be (cautiously) wandering around the rest of the area, exploring his new surroundings. Maybe there's a way out?]
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NOOK
Nook
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Living space | nook
Nook!
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gym | kitchen
Kitchen
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Vash the Stampede | OTA
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let's go with before the hosts show up
Okay!
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nook
various (see prompts)
before glitches
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intro text | hallways + living space | gym
Re: gym;
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A.
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( closed | peggy )
He made a promise back then, however - not to go hiding away again. He could stay locked in his room. He chooses to find her instead. It takes a little while but eventually he does and when he sits next to her at the nook, he eyes the screen first. It's mundane. The sort of Shows About Nature one watches in a waiting room. ]
Big on ocean life?
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but in one moment she remembers that of all the creatures sharing this fleet with her, he's the singular one who doesn't warrant her humiliation. with gesture that musses her curls, she pulls the headphones down around her neck. her whole body turns, shoulders twisting to better let him face him.
and, yes, meet his eyes. ]
It's so very different from land life. [ and captured in such sparkling clarity! peggy can't even imagine seeing things underwater as starkly and as perfectly as these cameras do. the documentary plays onward even though she's no longer listening. a school of silver-sided fish flit around coral. ] This is the stuff of imagination.
[ the stuff of illustrations in children's books and of heavy boring tanks. of impossibility. ]
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for rip | closed
However, this particular instance, the speedster's eyes are a bit unfocused, as though he's noticing something over Rip's shoulder for the first time, and he can't quite put his finger on what it is.]
Have you seen that door before?
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But this time, when Barry draws his notice elsewhere, Rip seems able to let some of that annoyance slide. He's at least somewhat aware the man doesn't deserve it anyway, but--
That is a rather curious discovery, isn't it?]
No, as a matter of fact. [Which means that something must have changed for them to both see it now. Rip changes direction; whatever he'd been doing can absolutely wait, and he walks towards the door with quick strides.]
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