bye bye love - bye bye sweet caress - hello emptiness...

[thespaceopera]

[It’s been nice and peaceful for a few days, hasn’t it? Everyone in their little cages with their creature comforts, learning all about each other through the strange rooms that have opened up at night… It’s been a wonderful experience, wouldn’t you agree? For some, that blood-curdling scream from the first day has not been forgotten.

A few days into calibrations, the main screen that has been conspicuously silent (aside from passenger use) flickers to life. Anything already playing on the screen is overwritten by a video feed of plain metallic walls not unlike those housing the Passengers. It’s difficult to tell what is going on offscreen. Shadows are uncertain, dancing everywhere; nothing can be gleaned from the shapes no matter how much they are analyzed.

The audio, however, is loud and clear.]

—can’t do this to us, [a woman pleads, her usual saccharine tone absolutely dripping with fear. Some may recognize the voice as belonging to Diamond.] You can’t! We followed orders exactly. It was in the terms! I don’t underst… oh no. No, no, please no don’t do this no no NO NO NO!

[Her voice increases in pitch and tremor until it’s drowned out in a garbled shriek of pain. The shadows dancing on the wall grow frantic and violent. The show is accompanied by sounds of heavy things slamming and the unmistakable whirring of a drill.]

I DON’T WANT TO DIE!! NO NO NO NO NO N—

[The woman’s shrieking cuts off immediately. In the newfound silence, something else drags itself weakly across the floor, getting closer and closer to the camera. SLAM. Until that stops, too.

A man’s voice comes through this time, thready and weak like a dying heartbeat. It's Beau, though he hasn't been heard by Passengers for quite some time.]

A-and now… you come for me. [The speaker makes a choked sound like a laugh or a sob.] All we ever did... was try to... make you happy.

[The whir of the drill begins again, but the feed ends.]

Comments

[tallasaking]

I personally prefer bribery. Blackmail can get very, very dangerous very very fast for everyone. Sooner or later someone realizes it is easier to make sure that you are dead rather than paid.

[He snorts softly.] No ... mostly a good bunch. No group is perfect but these are ... surprisingly decent folk.

[He could not say that of back home. Here ... here was always better.]

[cajunspice]

Funny, most I know tend to skip the 'payment' side 'nd go straight to the tryin' to kill me part. [And with the way Tyrion was talking, it sounded he was accustomed to that too.

Though for what side, that was harder to pick.]

Ahh, this place ain't so bad, 'nd it's nice to be in a place that doesn't call for such situations or skills, normally at least. [Then giving a nod of his head to the screen where that oh so wonderful scene had played out.] Might need to change that up a bit. A shame, really. [It was rather nice, if not a little boring, to get to play 'normal'. Or as normal as being on a space ship could be.]

[tallasaking]

You know ... it really depends on who I have been working with on which kind of outcome I get with that. It can go either way, in Westeros. [The faintest of smirks. He had made his best allies and worst enemies.]

I think we might want to update the vistor's information, as it stands. Changed from 'may be horribly murdered' to 'probably will be horribly murdered'.

[cajunspice]

Ah, still like those odds, wouldn't bid m' money on it, but do quite often with m' life. [It was just part of it all back home, being a Thief and a mutant.] Almost feels like home, gives me a warm 'nd fuzzy feelin'. [A chuckle and grin to go along with his bad joke.]

But think I will be carefully checkin' those sponsor packs we get from now on, just to make sure they ain't booby trapped, though don't see the point in them killin' off us, we suppose to be their source of income, in theory. [Then again, people did just vanish and go missing, not always to return, and that was a rather sobering thought with combination to what had happened today.]

[tallasaking]

Well why waste a valuable resource like money when you could bet something far more satisfying, like your own mortal coil. [He smirked faintly.] But yes, it is rather like home for most of us, isn't it?

In theory.... I really wish we had less in theory and more in fact.