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. ]

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Comments

[goldenglasses]

I am so sorry for your loss. I can tell she was a very remarkable person. [Even if he hadn't gotten a first roll experience.]

[cloakand_danger]

[He shrugs, looking uncomfortable.] She was. But...that was four thousand years ago. I've had a long time to come to terms with her being gone.

[goldenglasses]

That is a long time, but does it ever stop hurting? [He's not sure he should really be asking something like that, but he's curious. After over a hundred and thirty years Rem's death still hurt and he's not sure if he would prefer it to hurt forever or to eventually stop.]

[cloakand_danger]

[That's a question he didn't expect, and it makes him pause. It makes sense, though... He thinks for a moment.]

Not exactly. But...somewhere in that time, it became like a wound that had scarred over, a bone that never set right: I'll always carry it, I'll never be the same person I would have been if those events hadn't happened, and it still aches sometimes. ...I couldn't tell you exactly when it changed, but seeing her again just reminds me how different I am now from the person who lost her four thousand years ago.

...My case might be different from others, though, because the...stories we told about her have been a presence in the world around me all these years, not only in my own memory.

[goldenglasses]

Hm. [Vash takes that all into consideration. He's always considered telling more on his planet about the ultimate sacrifice that Rem made so that they may all live, but it was always so raw to talk about. Not only that, but who would believe him? And if they did they would likely treat him very differently.]

They do say time heals wounds. I think I can understand about it scarring over.