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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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[But he's pleasant enough, as if he's had his own fair share.]
Crazy, but fun. I mean... not all fun. There's some pretty nasty crap conspiring under the surface. Luckily, the community here is pretty great — everyone looks after each other, you know?
[The kitchen isn't too far away from them; he leads her in to let her do some of her own exploration.]
I really liked the underwater world; we could actually breathe in it.
Really out there, you know?
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[She finds hot water and some plain old English breakfast tea, thinking as it steeps. Afer awhile there's a soft sound.[Forgive her if she looks as if that's a wonder.] That's how it ought to be, really. Everyone watching out for each other. And honestly, if it were all fun, the lot of us would get bored.
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[He settles down in a chair, letting her do her thing. See, now he's shorter.]
I've gotten used to this whole... other world idea. This place isn't the first I've been to.
Last place was a little different, though; less technology, more supernatural.
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[A little milk, some sugar and she joined him in her own chair.]
Supernatural? [Her eyebrows lift as she blows to cool her tea a little.] That sounds kinda cool, actually. And probably dangerous.
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We were being kept in another universe by grumpy gods. I mean, that's not really... that crazy, for me, but — they were too powerful to combat for a long time. Either they or the enviroment... I'm still not really sure, but... one of those two would cause a lot of weird shifts. Like. People would suddenly be afflicted by weird crap.
One time, I grew, like, six stories high. [He sips his own drink.] Just because.
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[She gave him a long, frank look and took a measured sip of her tea.]
I sure hope they were kind enough to make your clothes grow with you. Something tells me the local department store woudn't be having your size. [Her tease is a gentle one.] Bit rude, that.
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[ehem]
So, you're a psychic, huh? Pretty upfront about that kind of thing.
[Sam never was. It was something that was... y'know. A source of concern in a hunting community. Psychics like Missouri were one thing, but Sam's powers were sort of a source of danger and misery; after all, Dean was more than pissed to think Sam had started using them again, even for good.
But that was a long while ago, and Sam's changed a lot.
Hopefully, Dean, too. He only hopes Dean wouldn't shun him quite so vigorously these days, though Sam's not too keen to ever see if he still has any of that Dumbo magic. Traumatic, okay.]
Is that what the gloves are for?
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I know you're not going to take me down for being [There's a beat as she gestures at her spoon and it rises to stir her tea.] like this.
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Sometimes he almost wants to try himself.
Almost, but never quite enough.]
Oh, are you sure about that? I could be all black and white.
One of those shoot first types, or whatever.
[Not that he particularly sounds it, right now.]
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Ah. Right, now. All you'd have to do is kick over my chair and I'd be down some strange corridor. Lost for years, me.
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Lost in this place? Well, at least it's clean.
[He shakes his head.]
You'll probably find a lot of good company here. On the powers front, I mean.
There's no shortage of, uh... interesting characters here.
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[She sips her tea and lets out a sigh of relief.]
As far as good company, I think I this works well enough, [She offers him a slightly crooked smile.] powers or not.
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Any immediate questions on your mind about being taken captive? Or the fleet?
[Oh, right.]
... Usually, you're only here for a short while, then you're teleported to a smaller fleet ship.
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Usually, people are placed based on their augment. From there, you get your own room, and any time you do anything of 'interest' to the Atroma and the 'audience', you get paid for it in credits.
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Something tells me my studying habits aren't going to make fabulous ratings, even if I have conversations that are of interest to me. [She laughs quietly, just once.] I guess I could always telekinetically juggle silverware and engage in mock fork and spoon battles.
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[He's sorta kidding, sorta not. Whatever gets you paid, right?
Not that he's used to being paid; this is a new thing for him, making money from something. Even when he worked maintenance, he didn't make money for a while — until he moved in with Amelia, anyway. The room and board at the motel had been enough.]
There's a lot going on behind the scenes, though; we haven't figured it all out yet, but... It's hard to say if there's even really a 'reality show' anymore.
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It doesn't matter where you go, I guess, something weird is always going on. Reality shows in space or not. Seems kinda creepy, anyway, kidnapping people and throwing them onto a fleet of spaceships. Then again, getting possessed by an angel is kinda creepy, too, so I guess I have weird standards.
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Neither time.
He shifts, but goes along.]
Yeah, uh. Definitely. Weird standards. I guess hunting prepares you for the weird.
You gotta admit, space is a pretty hefty step, though.
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Sounds like it'd be a lot to deal with.
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[She tilts her head a little and closes her eyes, reaching out beyond the confines of the ship. There are noises out there, strange things she can't quantify. Solar winds, ion storms that sing.]
Space sounds incredible, beautiful, and just... [She shakes her head and pulls herself back and into the moment.] Sometimes it's worth it, being what and who I am.
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... You can hear space?
Never heard of a psychic hearing things outside of people's thoughts before.
[Angels, maybe. Angels seem to have all kinds of abilities human beings never seem to possess. Even Missouri wasn't quite capable of that kind of thing, though she was good at reading people through the touch of hands...]
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Not like Earth.
[She rubs at her hair, frustrated as she tries to explain.]
I was a vessel for a time. Maybe I can blame this on Micah. He was. Very loud and-- [She lets out a slightly strained sigh.] And fond of listening to very strange sounds. He. Enjoyed pushing my mind in odd directions, especially in cold environments.
[She holds up her gloves.]
He's why I wear these.
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But it was him. His body.
He looks away.]
... I'm sorry to hear that.
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