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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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Super brand new and apparently my panic button is babble, which I now know. [Her face is so totally serious. 90mph winds, full on nonstop talk. It's terrible. Wow.]
So, slap me upside the back of my head if I start that up. I mean it.
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[Brb fixing himself a cup of tea too, though he doesn't bother with sugar.]
And, uh... I'll keep that in mind. [Not that he'll do it, but you know. He'll remember she told him to.] Anyway, if you don't want to risk that stuff, there's some more food-like things in the fridge, if you know how to cook.
[Also beer, of some kind. But she has eyes so she can figure that out for herself.]
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[And seriously, there are no dead bodies or like...undead running around, so it's probably safe. She does go back for a plate of it, just one piece though. Fingers crossed.]
Tea is my go-to, especially when things get a little weird. [She glances at him and lets out a repressed giggle.] I think waking up on a spaceship kinda counts, you know?
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It's probably the weirdest place I've ever woken up.
...though there was the time I woke up chained to a rock and a giant squid decided she was in love with me.
[Keywords.]
/wiggly fingers ...tentacles, yo?!
I'd ask why you were chained to a rock but that sounds kinda. Personal? And probably way too, um-- I mean. Tentacles, squids. I think you win on weirdest places. That trumps space ship any day.
[She shakes her head very, very slowly as she dunks her tea bag and then uses the spoon to squeeze to last bit of tea out before tossing the bag and adding milk and a bit of sugar. Her nose wrinkles.]
Okay, super personal stuff aside...there's got to be more story to that. I mean you can't just drop that on someone and leave it, so, yeah. Okay. I think I'm gonna need the full story on that one. [ She gestures to a table and seating, trying not to laugh. It may or may not sound vaguely like tittering squashed giggles. C'mon. A giant squid, twu wuv... Help.]
:P
Well, I was in a place sort of like this one seems to be, for... a while. Almost two years. And sometimes... a lot of the time, actually... weird things would happen.
So the boring answer is 'I just woke up like that'. And the person who rescued me told me about our resident giant squid deciding she liked my voice.
[Go ahead and laugh, it's funny now.]
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[She blows at her tea and takes a tentative sip. Yeah, not bad at all.]
I can't tell if a giant squid liking your voice is a good thing or not, though. Seems a little too 'join me in the briny deep' to me.
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[Which yes, absolutely means she was dragging them underwater for those hugs. There really should have been a sign.]
She let them go again before any damage was done, though. And yeah, there have been some... interesting things.
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...what's a bunyip?
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That's a buncha shite. They only tangle with people who mess with their food supply. It's why I do special rotations along the waterways, swamps, and billabongs in my land. I've found more than my share of special hunter traps with caught young. The mum'll go wild if that happens, not good for anyone, then.
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That sounds more like a bear than something 'supernatural'. [Though bears can be scary, of course.] Sounds like you do good work.
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I'd love to hear more about your world, if you don't mind. It sounds... incredible.
[He's of course willing to tell her about his world too, but he'll wait for her to ask before he suggests it.]