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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. ]
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he thinks back to easier times. ]
Well, for one, getting your opinion about how Nat and I drilled the new Avengers would have been helpful.
[ ... ]
It's an interesting team. Maybe that's what I'd go for.
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she nods. ]
-- Who haven't I met yet?
[ of the new avengers. ]
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[ god, he hopes Rhodey is alright. after everything that happened, he never had the chance to go and visit him or to find out. ]
James Rhodes. He's Tony's friend. Used to be a pilot for the Air Force. Tony created a suit for him, not entirely unlike the Iron Man one. His code name is War Machine.
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indeed: ] I don't know which sounds more ridiculous. Iron Man or War Machine.
[ espionage calls for all sorts of code-names and cover identities. but nothing ever quite so flamboyant as those. ]
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[ not most of them, but. ]
Wanda, Vision, Thor.
[ oh no, a snort. ]
He only comes for visits but they're always eventful.
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-- What about Natasha? [ now, there's a question she probably shouldn't be asking. but it tumbles out, driven first and foremost by curiousity. ] That can't be her real name.
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[ he makes a bit of a face. what's to say? before SHIELD? before the Avengers? he knows enough of Natasha's past but not the entire story, not the turning point between who she was then and the woman she is today. ]
They've called her Black Widow, some people still do.
[ she never seems to mind but it's hard to tell with Nat. ]
I've always called her Natasha.
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What? Never 'Agent Romanoff'? [ a nudge of her shoulder. ] So very informal.
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[ and perhaps steve is one of the only people who thinks this means being nosy and having too sharp a sense of humor. others might think being too much of natasha romanoff means something far darker. ]
She didn't have that many friends before. I think I almost roped her into being mine.
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[ there aren't many things of which she can be certain when it comes to natasha romanoff, but that one is evident enough. ]