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[deathcouture]

Who: Kravitz and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the SS Bloodsport!
When: After the last shuffle!

1) [ action -- SS Bloodsport ]
[ Hello, Bloodsport, you have a new crew member! He's... very confused, wondering why he keeps getting yanked around -- honestly, it's kind of rude. And definitely not the kind of rude that can be made up for with pudding and confetti. Oh well.

He brushes the colorful bits of paper off of the sleeves of his suit coat, straightens his tie, and... starts walking. There's got to be a reason he's just suddenly appeared in this place, right? ]

Hello? ... Is there anyone actually here?

[ Because geez, it's quiet - and not the kind of quiet he likes. ]



2) [ video ]
[ So far, Kravitz's entire experience here has been 1) wake up in a giant spaceship. 2) attempt to regain bearings. 3) almost immediately end up whisked away onto some other ship with a *Pop!* and some confetti. 4) try the pudding. ... It's mediocre at best.

So when he finds this... very complicated Stone of Farspeech... and sees others using it to talk, of course he's going to give it a try. He turns it on, angles the camera well enough to get himself in-frame, and clears his throat. ]

-- Right. Well. I've pretty much gathered the short of what this all is, so beyond that, I have to ask: how cut-off are we? Because there are several people that I really should call right now, and I have a feeling the answer is going to be, "That's impossible". So... how impossible?

[ He's been stuck alone and cut-off from everyone and everything before. This situation is, arguably, better than that... but that doesn't mean he has to like it. ]

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[fantachetic]

[ Hello there, handsome sir. Have another handsome face. ]

This place continually contests just how impossible something is. I'm not certain what sort of place you hail from, though if it is anything like my own, then most things are quite impossible in certain aspects, especially those pertaining to technology.

There are various sending crystals in possession of members of the fleet, though all attempts to use them are cut off since the other party is not currently up to speed and in possession of the other. It seems that all attempts at outside contact are null and void.

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[deathcouture]

[ It's a club of handsome people! Wonderful! ]

Yes, some of the technology here is definitely, well, above my pay grade, as it were. Some things are familiar, but definitely not all of it.

[ Sending crystals... that kind of sounds like stones of farspeech, a little bit, so that makes sense. He sighs a little. ] While I'm not surprised they've cut all attempts at outside contact, I admit I'm a little surprised to how well they've done so. The last time I was this cut-off, it was... very bad. To put it kindly.

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[fantachetic]

Yes, quite. [ Dorian hums, leaning back in his chair. ]

As it has been explained to me, the Fleet resides in a different universe than everything else. I'm not certain which is worse- that we are all trapped in another universe with no regard to timelines, or that there is something out there powerful enough to do so.

[deathcouture]

[ He chuckles - a little dark, but. Well. Fitting. ]

That's exactly what I thought. They're both pretty unsettling. ... What else is that something powerful doing with us, anyway? Is it really just for entertainment?

[fantachetic]

That remains to be seen, unfortunately. They have shown their hand once or twice, though nothing that could be considered constructive.

It is true that we do get paid for our efforts..however, I've yet to discern their criteria for payment.

[deathcouture]

So, it's a mystery. That directly affects all of us. That's definitely the worst kind.

[ Maybe they'll show their hand again -- and a weakness along with it? One can hope. ]

Oh, how nice of them. Quite generous to actually pay us. [ Ha. ]