Calibration Post 1, "Daytime"

[thespaceopera]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[sonof_mogh]

[Anti-bioterrorism? It sounded like quite the job. Worf was quite impressed with the title, since terrorists were the worst kind of coward. People who fought in the shadow and hid behind a web of deceit were cowards. Dishonourable.]

Yes. Everyone just calls me by my first name, except other Klingons.

[There was a lot of protocol concerning names, usually a family thing.]

I am a new arrival also and am finding my way around this vessel. This is your first time in space?

[Wow, must be tough for her. Worf was practically in space most of his life, ever since he joined Starfleet all those years ago.]

[torsion]

[ She could agree on that assessment. Although she understood the sentiment behind some of the people in the grey area; radical change could sometimes require radical methods. The only difference was in this situation it got out of hand quickly. Edonia had suffered through this, primarily. Most of the time it was just used for selfish means and to make a very clear statement without regard for the human element that was involved, especially not civilians. ]

I see. Worf it is, then. [ She's not one to complain, really. If someone wanted to call her by surname or call sign then that was perfectly fine by her. ] Guess we're both stuck in this together, huh. As for space, yeah. We don't have anything like -- [ She gestures into a shrug, open palm twisting to indicate she means the expanse of it all. ] -- like this where I'm from. Space travel isn't a thing.

[ It's nauseating, but she tries not to let on about that. ]