Calibration Post 1, "Daytime"

[thespaceopera]

[ 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. ]

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[thespaceopera]

[Maybe a couple of hours have passed, maybe it's still early--but whatever the case, you all have to pass the time somehow. What are you guys up to, now that the initial shock has worn off?

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

[mongoosecrow]

[Honestly, everything just getting more and more weird by the second, and this is from someone who literally abandoned his entire galaxy and woke up 600 years in the future voluntarily.

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]

[onlyanapple]

[Oh hey, a newbie. What a shitty-arse time to come aboard. It's like winning the worst raffle prize when, in fact, ALL the raffle prizes are pretty terrible. Poor fucker. Crowley's sympathy doesn't mean he'll not be a snarky shit though, can't expect miracles here. ]

I have no idea what that is, but if 'Blasto' is considered high cinema circa space-travel, I'm afraid I need a lot more alcohol than what currently exists to get myself through it.

Living Space

[pb_n_jocular]

[Are you expecting a tacklehug, Gil? Because there's a blur of blue and purple as Peebee hurls herself at the first familiar face.]

GIL! Buddy, pal, engineer extroidennaire, what the hell is up with you?

Seriously, what's going on? I haven't the foggiest idea.

Nook

[kill_switch]

You know who doesn't like being caged? This girl. The first few days she makes a full sweep of the space; rooms, living area, kitchen, bathing area, any space she can get to she's checking out ever square inch of it. The longer time goes on, the more her energy shifts from something perseverant to more akin to a caged dog. Eventually she falls into the habit of grabbing a coffee and tucking away in a nook, leg twitching, fingers tapping on the tabletop, or otherwise somehow fidgeting in some way. Being caged with not even a view of the outside and being deprived of weapons has put her in a very bad mood, on top of poor sleep outside of calibration room visits, which don't hep much for rest either.

Approach with caution.

Living Space

[hollystrike]

[Guess who seems supremely untroubled about suddenly being here? THIS GIRL. Katie goes straight to the media selection and takes to watching old swashbuckling movies with wild abandon. Don't be shy! If you come on over she'll make room for you on the couch.

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.]

[scanninggaydis]

[This all seems pretty damn suspect, but eventually Felix has figured out that there's not much they can do about it. Part of him wants to hole up in his room out of sheer....well, stubbornness, honestly. But it's so austere and unwelcoming and not very conducive to getting a better understanding of what's happening.

He makes his way to the living space, and...oh hey, crewmate. Hi Katie, he's sitting down nearby.]

So. This is weird.

closed » rip hunter

[mucked]

[ in the wake of learning some rather shocking things thanks to rip's memories, peggy wakes up with a burning paranoia in her gut. it's early days, still, and although she's been through this wringer once before she can't help but feel blindsided by it.

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

[directed]

[They've sent him over with his watch.

It feels like cruel mockery now, holding that item in his hand as he sits on the edge of his bed. Rip has been up as long as the Atroma have apparently allowed him to be--and it's rather funny to think that it's the longest he's slept at all lately. Yet equally he doesn't consider himself to feel rested; how can he, or anyone, after these nights spent fiddling inside someone else's mind?

The pounding on his door draws Rip's attention. He's tempted to brush it off; stay silent in a play to convince them he's out, or of the truth, that he doesn't wish to talk. Yet it's an insistent brand of knocking, so Rip hides the watch away--not cleverly, given that it's just stashed under a pillow--and gets up to open the door.

Enough to see who's out there, anyway. For them to see that he's still dressed in a tank top and the long trousers provided for when they sleep.]

Miss Carter. [He doesn't bother to hide the fact that he's irritated; even if it's not explicitly due to her presence, it does present him a rather good target.] Something I can help you with, this morning?

Bedrooms

[ahappylie]

[Well, waking up was a shock. It made him panic to not have a weapon on him. The only solace he has is knowing that no one else really has a weapon either, so if it comes to it that someone from his world appears - someone unfriendly - he'll at least be on even ground.

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.]

[bythewaves]

Soujirou?

[ Maglor calls to him as he stands there ]

Is something wrong?

[lord_wizard]

[Speaking of awkward, there's someone standing behind him in the hall and looking at the nameplate with a bemused expression.

Well, well, well...]

What do we have here?

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito's just casually wandering by, and at the sight of the familiar face he opens his mouth to greet the other man, and then- ah. Well, shit.

Even if he didn't recognize the name - and what good sword nerd wouldn't - it would still bring to mind the fact that that isn't the name he knows Okita by. Not that he can really judge, but.]

Um...

nook

[noprophecies]

[she keeps her distance, when she isn't with people she's comfortable with; finding a nook and a book that looks somewhat interesting, Tempest can be found keeping to herself for the most part. She's dragged the blanket from her room along with her, wrapping it around her shoulders as she "relaxes", and trying to appear as small as possible.

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

[pb_n_jocular]

[Initial shock has given way to wariness. Sure she's woken up in strange places before, but that usually came with a preceding evening that made sense. This didn't look familiar, nor could her previous night account for anything like this.]

[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.]

Kitchen/around

[iattractmushi]

[Ginko has been poking around with caution. He has no idea where he is or what's going on, but that's something he's kind of used to; at least he knows who he is. He'll take that and run with it.

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?]

NOOK

[tempredmental]

[It had been a few days, and Keith had been in a few of these calibration "rooms" by now. He wasn't sure how to feel about all of it, and had sort of been trying to avoid people he'd seen. It was like he was invading their privacy almost, and he felt just awkward about all of it.

He'd gone quickly through the kitchen, grabbed something to eat, and made his way to one of the little nooks to sort of hide in plain sight. Part of him didn't want to be completely alone in his room, but he wasn't really feeling overly social at the moment, either. So he would just sit in here and eat unless someone came up to him to talk. He wouldn't ignore them or leave, but he might not be the best conversationalist at the moment.]

Nook

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan is spending most of his days bored and trying to distract himself from the nights. He doesn't have the usual set of amusements here, and he doesn't want to work on anything while here that he'd be unhappy to bring the Atroma's attention to, so he's making his way steadily through the collection of books on the shelves; you can probably encounter him monopolizing one of the nooks and reading throughout most of any given day.]

Living space | nook

[deviances]

[ Downtime is nice. Eithan is pretty damn okay with not being in someone's head. Or his own. Thanks.

If anyone wants to bug him, he can be found in the living area more often than not, picking through the vast music selection at one of the computer panels. He's got headphones on, of course, so he doesn't disturb anyone, but he'll gladly share with anyone else who's curious.

Otherwise... Eithan might actually be found in one of the nooks, off on his own, letting his mind wander to places it probably shouldn't - but damned if these stupid dream-things don't make him think about shit that doesn't need thinking about here. He's got a bottle of cheap space-beer next to him, but it looks like he hasn't touched it in a while. ... Someone want to pull him out of his angst? ]

gym | kitchen

[stormfist]

[ Are you really surprised to find Jayden in the gym? Really?

She's either going to be in one of two moods. Mood one, she's just here to kill time, probably running on a treadmill or going through some basic combos with the help of one of those punching bags. She looks focused, but not too unapproachable (for her). Perhaps you'd like to join her in blowing off some steam?

Mood two, she's pretty fucking worked up. Her typical resting bitch face is more murderous than usual, and those punches she's throwing at the bag are a lot heavier, a lot more fierce. When she makes any move, it's with intent, and rather on the furious side. Proceed with caution.

And for those who wouldn't venture into the gym, it's also possible to find her in the kitchen. Don't mind her, she's probably just looking for a snack to go along with some booze. Any booze. All of the booze. Please for the love of fuck what does this place have? Ugh. ]

Vash the Stampede | OTA

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is easily found during the day. He doesn't hide in his room marked for: Vash the Stampede. Instead wandering out and around the halls and common areas. If he remembers anything or anyone who shows up in his mind at night he doesn't act like he does. He still smiles and speaks easily to people as if everything at night didn't happen.

Except it did. And he remembers.

He spends a lot of time hovering near the television in case their hosts eventually turn up like last time. Find him there, in his room, or just about anywhere. He'll greet anyone with a happy smile.]

Oh, why hey there! How are you doing?

[After their hosts DO show up... in a away and once the glitches start happening Vash will be one of those ones exploring the parts of the ship he can see. Being a pilot he starts playing with those black glasses around the ship. Only Vash can see the buttons and he's pressing away at them.

He's a bit distracted by his activity at first and he doesn't stop if someone will approach him at this point. He doesn't mean to be rude, he's just not sure how much time he will have to play with this computer before it's taken from him or locked up again.]

Oh... hey...

[He will at least try and smile at you. He's just a bit distracted. Call him crazy? Or help him look at some of these files?]

nook

[lord_wizard]

[Calibrations or no, Felix clearly isn't about to let all this stand in the way of his usual way of living. As much as he can, in any case.

Chances are he's in one of the reading nooks as you pass, with a drink and an open book (some old Earth classic or another like Great Expectations or Moby Dick). If anyone notices he's little less apt to start conversations, staring fixedly at his text instead of greeting people. Like most, he's not keen to encounter anyone whose head he's been instead, or vice versa, but small living quarters are what they are]

various (see prompts)

[bi_otic]

A. before glitches

[The routine of working out is a good way to keep himself focused. Or maybe less focused on all these strange dreams. He's trying not to let it get the best of him.

Consequently he'll be something of a regular in the gym area, lifting weights and sparring with the punching bag like it was maybe a little bit personal.]

B. after glitches (security/tactical)

[Kaidan's been a little more uneasy after the change in the Fleet's hosts, taking to patrolling around the halls between sleep and his still daily workout sessions, but it's not long until he notices the panels that simply WERE NOT there before.

He's been staring at this one in particular, near the edge of the living after. He's not really the random button pressing type, but there's really no other way to find out what this is.

After an input or two he sets off an alarm, and Kaidan winces, covering his ears and flinching away from the sudden assault of sound and color. He can only shield one ear while he pokes desperately at the panel to try and shut it off. Whether you can actually see what he's reacting to at all depends on your augment and maybe timing.]

intro text | hallways + living space | gym

[torsion]

NETWORK (TEXT).

You give me something, you get something. That's how hostage negotiation works at its most basic level.

Just my luck, getting kidnapped by amateurs.

HALLWAYS + LIVING SPACE (ACTION).

[ It wasn't long before waking up that she snapped to her feet. After the initial confusion (and continued discomfort), she can be found roaming the halls for the sake of exploration, her hand reaching to an empty holster for a missing side arm or survival knife. More than a little disoriented and cranky, she uses a time-honored tactic for drawing attention to one's self: yelling. ]

Show yourself, you cowards! I don't have time for these little games. I want my things back. [ She cups either side of her mouth with each hand, aiding her voice in its travel though it doesn't seem to echo like she'd hoped for. Her hands drop to her sides and she speaks much quieter, her normal tone surprisingly soft. ] I don't have time for this.

[ If watched for some time, she carries on peeking into anywhere a door might open and taking note of any name engraved beside it. Jill goes so far as nudging open the door to each bathroom stall with no hesitation. She holds herself with rigidity and some caution, eyes dragging over every fine detail until she arrives elsewhere. In the living area, she briefly addresses the cameras even though they don't seem to be filming anything or following her movements then goes around looking for some information available in the media presented there. ]

GYM (ACTION).

[ After noticing the gym, it's an easy decision to use the (rudimentary) equipment to burn off some heightened stress. She doesn't want to step on any toes by making anything makeshift from other areas of the place or take anything out selfishly since it seems there's quite a few people here. Though unhappy to be here, it wouldn't be right to take advantage of others in the same position that she is and deny them anything. For now, it would do.

She can be found rapidly kicking at the punching bags, shoving them hard and dodging when they swing back toward her only to slip on its opposite side and using her elbow to press into it hard and down, her fists hitting like she'd be holding something a knife and gouging at the flesh if this was a different situation. Quickly, she twists, backing up toward the wall before rushing it and jumping, aiming for what would have been a person's neck or shoulders when compared to her stature. The move is harsh and with enough of an impact that she can't immediately flip to her feet. Instead she skids to a knee while the bag jerks back and forth wildly. She breathes heavily before getting to her feet Using her arms, she steadies the punching bag, holding on to it until it settles into little jitters. When she lets it go, she nudges her baseball cap off with her knuckles and wipes at her forehead before removing the cap entirely, placing it on the top of the bag with a quiet and somber thanks for sparring with me, partner.

After, she will be keeping up a something between a jog and run on the treadmills then intending to follow up on the weights, adjusting them higher before settling in and repeating the motion so her legs and thighs burn enough that she can forget the situation she's in as best that she can. Of course, a little company would be more than a welcome distraction from all of this (especially if you're willing to be a spotter or need one). ]

[bythewaves]

A: Living Space

As is often the case, when he's awake he flees the confines of the room as soon as he can to press himself against the closest window and look out, humming softly to himself. He seems otherwise well.

(He's rebuilding the threads of his control, carefully spinning the songs that will soothe his tattered mind back to quietness and the Oath back to sleep)

B: Rooms

He doesn't like the rooms on the Marsiva, too small. But you might find him outside of his anyway, tracing the letters of his name - he's been learning the script, here. He just finds it amusing they managed to get the whole of his formal name on the door.

Makalaure Canafinwe Maglor Feanorion isn't exactly short after all.