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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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[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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I guess we're all broken in different ways.
[Her voice lowers apologetically.]
I'm so sorry, Sam. [It bothers her that she's upset him and her voice is quietly strainedd] A different topic, perhaps?
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It's fine — really.
But another topic's fine, too. Like... I don't know. You ever try space ice-cream?
[Hardy har.]
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The freeze-dried stuff? I don't think I have. But technically, we're in space so if there's ice cream-- [Merlan gestures a bit airly and laughs.] It would be an opportunity.