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Who: Pavel Chekov and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist and/or Iskaulit
When: From the Great Shuffle through July

[video]

It was kind of our hosts to give us gifts after keeping us on the Marsiva and making us share far, far too much with each other, but...

[The Russian pulls his lovely gift basket into view. In addition to the candies and fudge and pickled herring (he is grateful for all of these things, thank you space hosts), there are a few additional items that he is less amused by.]

Did anyone else find their choice in gifts, er... slightly insulting?

Although it was thoughtful of them, I admit, to provide a shirt [it says "I <3 bad boys," for the Russian speakers out there] for my girlfriend to wear once I grow her.

[Sarcasm. That was definitely sarcasm.]

[action]

[If Pavel isn't poking around his quarters on the Tourist, then he's going for a run on the Iskaulit. In either case, he is making no real effort to be sociable. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to people, it's just that there are a lot of things that he doesn't want to talk about. Everyone knows that the only sure way to avoid certain topics of conversation is to avoid talking entirely.

Any attempts on his part to keep quiet will fail miserably if he's approached. Being a person who likes other people is so hard sometimes.]

[ooc: If you, like me, wanted to do ALL of the Calibration things but grossly overestimated your ability to do so, you're welcome to browse Chekov's memories and handwave your character seeing any of the unmarked ones.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The torture and presumed murder of the previous hosts, mostly. Why would the new hosts seize power so suddenly and violently? What could their motivation be?

Hard to say. [The more Natasha learns, the more he realizes she doesn't understand what's going on behind the scenes here.] First we'd have to figure out if it was the new hosts seized power on their own.

Which I doubt that we ever will. [Sigh.] Not that any of it matters to us, likely. The prison will stay the same even if the jailers are different.

At least the face is different. [Natasha has her doubts how much power Beau and Diamond ever had, considering how they came to an end.] I've been thinking about it too, though. Especially how it fits with calibrations. That's not a coincidence.

Maybe other things will be different. Maybe even in a good way. [He doesn't sound all that optimistic.] What do you think that it means? Did anything significant happen the last time these calibrations happened?

I wasn't here the last time it happened. [She's planning to talk more with people who were, but she's not sure how useful that will be in the end either.] But the impression I got this time was that it's not normal to run them twice like that.

Ah. Abnormal is discouraging. [There aren't any patterns to find in abnormality.] Thinking about this too much without more information isn't helpful, probably. I don't know what would be helpful.

An inside source that we could trust. That would be real helpful. But I don't see that happening anytime soon.

Mm, no one who is in a position to help us seems inclined to be befriended.

It's frustrating, this universe. In the other places I have been trapped, there was a possibility of escape. Here... not so much.

I wouldn't rule out the possibility just yet. It's more like the possibility of doing anything useful if we did get away.

[She makes a vague gesture without breaking her jog, including the area around them broadly.]

Even if we got away, we're about as far from home as you can get. All of our homes.

Yes, that is the most significant problem--what to do if we are able to break away from the Marsiva. We would need to create a stable wormhole of some kind, of course, and then also navigate to the correct universes. Assuming that none of our homes are in this universe, I mean.

It's safe to assume they're not. Or if they are, we're not in the right time for them, which might as well be the same thing.

It is much simpler to go to a different time than to go to a different universe.... but no, this universe can't be the one that most of us belong in.

It doesn't matter very much. No one is escaping in the near future.

Probably not. On the other hand, who knows? It all depends on what opportunities we find.

[Not optimism so much as a reminder to herself to stay sharp.]

Something seems to have touched a nerve. I don't know if it was us, or the other fleet, or the hosts, but someone must be behind it.

Opportunities like the Dreadhorse incident?

[For all the good that's done them so far.]

The other fleet?

They were our lead coming in. And that's who the cannon fired on.

Ah... I was unaware of this fleet's history with the other.

I hope that no one deems it necessary to fire a cannon at us. Although I understand that dying is often temporary here, it's still something that I would prefer not to do again. Not more than once more, anyway.

I don't know all the details myself. I know they showed up once before and helped when the fleet—our fleet—was attacked. I also know they're very close lipped about what's going on here.

[She shakes her head.]

It's only temporary if they bring us back. Who knows if they'd do that if they were the ones killing us.

Is it known if anyone from that fleet is still alive?

...A good point. We should all try very hard to not die. But knowing so little, who can say how to accomplish that?

If it is, no one's told me. After what happened... I think probably there are, yes. The cannon didn't fire enough to destroy an entire fleet.

[A grim smile at that.]

I always try not to die. So far, I've done okay at it.

Then maybe the remnants of that fleet will contact us soon with more information.

[Probably not.]

I appreciate this skill of yours. Please continue to be successful.

I'll do my best. [Unless something more important comes up. She can't guarantee it won't.] Try to make sure the rest of you do all right too.

Thank you, Tasha. [Are we on a level where diminutives are okay? Maybe? He's not thinking too much about it.] I can promise you that not dying and preventing others around me from dying are always my top priorities.

[Natasha smiles a little. She doesn't seem bothered by it. It's been a while since she heard that diminutive, and on some level it's a nice change from the far more American "Nat." It brings back memories, at least.]

I believe that of you. You seem like the type.

I hope that is a good thing. [It could be a cowardly thing.]

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