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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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Yeah, I don't mind. Sit tight for a minute, I'll be right back.
[By "minute" he means a couple of them at least, but eventually he returns with a pair of kitchen utensils in hand. First a butter knife - no sharper than the knives found on the fleet ships and worthless as a proper weapon, but he doesn't look all that bothered - and second, a spoon.]
Okay, here we go. You can technically get 'em to peel off, eventually, but it stings like hell and whatever adhesive they use takes about twelve washes to get it off your hands. This is easier.
[He stands under the nameplate and presses the knife's tip against the last letter, twisting it back and forth, back and forth. Carefully he wedges the knife under a corner. He then slips the spoon under the knife handle, propping it up. He holds it in place, shifting left and right until the positioning is perfect, scientifically sound.
And then without warning he punches the knife as hard as he can. The door makes a resounding BAM noise, and a silver letter goes flying across the hallway.
FUCK YEAH FULCRUMS]
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When Kirito arrives back at his door, he's waiting for him and looks curiously at the dulled knife and spoon. He's also glad that he has someone who has experimented with this before because the idea of having anything sticky on his hands for more than a few minutes makes him gag internally.
He watches as Kirito wedges the knife under and props it up and then? BAM there goes the first letter, skittering across the floor until it bounces off the opposite wall.]
....
[WELL THEN. He turns and holds his hands out.]
May I try?
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[Kirito offers the utensils to Okita, then shifts out of the way to give him room to work- positioning himself, conveniently, where his body might block the letters from the view of someone passing by. He's not especially tall, but it's just enough to make a difference.]
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Okita takes the offered tools and does as Kirito did before, wedging the knife under the letter and then positioning the spoon. He wiggles it into place, tests it with a few tentative pushes and then BAM! He jams the heel of his hand against the handle of the knife and sends another letter skittering across the hall.
It'll take some time every morning, but now, at least, he can get rid of the worst of it. Perhaps he'll leave "Souji" and just peel "Okita" off every morning. It would reduce the number of times he'd have to bang about, potentially drawing attention.]
Thank you. I'll have to try this when there are fewer people awake in the early mornings.
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[The convenient part of both of their aliases is that they're shorter versions of the original, so they're on the same page with this one.]
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[That said? He lowers the tools and glances over at Kirito. He hasn't said a thing about recognizing his name and yet Okita assumes he has to know him - unless everything he and his friends did meant nothing in the end. The idea that everything they did and suffered through had left no impact on history eats at him, but the thought of drawing attention to his deception is like a stone in his stomach. He's never liked deceiving people beyond what was necessary, and more and more it seemed unnecessary here.
After a moment of deliberation, he looks back at the door, now missing two letters to read "ita Souji." He goes back and starts prying the "i" away more slowly.]
...If you have questions, you can ask them.
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Here goes.]
The... Shinsengumi?
[Are you who I'm thinking of?]
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What would you like to know about them?
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Geez... I don't even know what to ask...
[Pardon him while he has one of those mentally brain-breaking fanboy moments. A real! Sword! Legend! Right here!!]
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You seriously have a pet pig?