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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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...hey.
[Beat.]
Uh... what are you doing, exactly?
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I'm checking out these... [Click. Click. Enter.] ...files I found... [Eyes scanning over some reading.] ...I hope it may... [Pause to read a bit more.] ...help... us...
[Then Vash seems to remember he's being rude and turns to look at Ginko. There's a flash of recognition in his eyes, but he tries to remind himself quickly that he hasn't actually met this man in person and he can't be sure he remembers the "dreams" they have been in.] Oh! Hey! Sorry, I guess I was a bit distracted.
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Uh... hate to break it to you, but I can't see any files.
[He's not questioning Vash's sanity, just... if one of them is able to see things the other can't, that's not usually a good sign.
Also it kind of disturbs him that he apparently isn't able to see whatever Vash is looking at.]
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Vash continues to tap away at that blank black glass.] No, this happened before. Some people could see things and others couldn't. I think-- I think I've seen some of these files before, but forgot it. Somehow...
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But forgetting things...? His visible eye narrows at the black glass that Vash is continuing to poke at.]
That doesn't sound good. [King of understatement, over here.] If we had some... paper, or something, you could write it down. Unless... the people in charge here wouldn't punish you for doing that, would they?
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If his notes haven't been tossed away back on the Twin Roses.]
Paper would probably be a better option than this, but I think I tried the paper once and it didn't really work. I can't clearly remember why I feel that way. I just do.
[It also doesn't help that his arm is heavily scarred adding an extra level of annoyance to writing things down on his skin.]
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Too bad.
[He drops his voice a little, just in case someone is listening in.]
So, what do the files say? Maybe I can try to remember it, too.
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