the white noise is deafening silence

[thespaceopera]

[In the very early hours of January 20th, as the Marsiva and her captives drift nonchalantly through the depths of the universe, there is a call. Every single personal communicator and console springs to life, spitting out a stream of indecipherable static and showing only gray snow on screen. It continues like this for a few seconds longer, going black and then going staticky, and then the signal switches to the encrypted channel generally used for speaking to the Interceptors when something big goes down.

This is a little more successful. The voice may be familiar to some, at least through the static.]

Zhade here! I trust I ███ your attention? I'm having some ██▓▓ble ██tting through. Some of the ░▓██▓█ are missing. I can't ░▓▓▓ read on their loc█████ns. [A particularly long burst of static.] ███stening. I'll s█▓▓█ more inf██▓▓▓▓▓█ I get it.

Stay sharp! [There's the sound of someone actually doing the fingerguns wink noise, and then static.

Any messages sent back won't get through, and Zhade isn't there to answer.]

[ 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.

Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers. It's time for round three 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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Makie | Blade of the Immortal | OTA

[therewerefifty]

[Well, turning back up here so soon after she left means Makie is irritated, which is a distinctly rare occurrence. Make up your mind, Atroma. But it also concerns her, because for one, she's ill, and she's been shoved into extremely close quarters with everyone else.

...for another, she recognises this transferral for what it is, and she has so much more baggage than her last time here. Enough to turn people that like her against her, perhaps.

For both these reasons, she keeps to herself and barely leaves her room, opting instead to rest. (And cough. And rest. And--) She does need to eat, though, despite her lack of appetite, and tea is a godsend, so she creeps into the kitchen area, trying to time it for times when the kitchen is empty.

She doesn't want to run into anyone.

Naturally, coincidental kitchen visits are encouraged. Don't mind the sickly-looking lady, she's shuffling like a hag and making herself some tea. Or you can come visit her in her room, either deliberately or to tell her to stop all that coughing. Take your pick.]

[cajunspice]

[This time of the years was always such a mixed blessing. It always messed up his sleep and annoyed Remy a little that others seemed to remember what was happening but he rarely recalled anything from their 'dreams'. Plus he hated being away from his own stuff, his room, his cats, he hoped they were ok. And, well, it made him remember those who were gone, those who had been around the last time he went through all of this.

On the plus side: all that entertainment. Seriously, all those shows and movies, able to share with others stuff he knew from his world for them to see? It was great. Though movie time and such needed snacks, as much as he disliked going back to the basics the Fleet provided him. They really needed to up their food game.

Heading his own way into the kitchen, he cast a glance around for anyone who may be in there, smiling a little at a familiar face.] Hi Makie, good to see ya 'bout. [Since he hadn't seen much of her since all of their arrival on the ship.]

[therewerefifty]

[The bonus of this gel stuff for those of us who lack appetites is it's just easier to eat. She can barely taste the difference right now.

She stiffens at the sound of a new arrival, but relaxes a little when she recognises the voice, turning to give him a wan smile.]

It's a little too crowded in the common area for me, I'm afraid. Are you doing all right?

[cajunspice]

[She did seem a little out of it, didn't she? But Remy returned the smile warmly as he moved to help himself to drink and food.] I guess it's weird to be on a ship that's so full, hein?

'm ok, rather be back on the Twin Roses, but it ain't too bad here, plenty to pass the time at least. Just hopin' the folks here put m' cats somewhere safe, hate to think them trapped on the ship.

[therewerefifty]

[She hadn't thought about that, and she looks thoughtful.]

I know the last time this happened... there were no complaints of neglected animals. There's a pet area on the Marsiva, isn't there? Perhaps they're all there for now.

[cajunspice]

Yeah, will go with that. Not like thinkin' other way goin' to help now, since we can't get outta here.

Seems this also upset ya plans, hein? Guess goin' to have to have movin' day after all this clears up.

[therewerefifty]

[A small huff of amusement at that.] I suppose at least we're all here. I wouldn't like to move into an empty ship in any case.

The crowds aren't... exactly ideal, though. I hope you don't mind my being unsociable.

[cajunspice]

Not all all cherie, all need own space from time to time. [Though still smiling as he poured himself a drink.] Though ya also welcome to stop by if ya wanna, 've been makin' the most out of all the media they got here. Wish we had access to it normally, be a nice way to pass the driftin' days we get.

[therewerefifty]

At another time, I think I'd enjoy indulging in such.

...I wonder if we can ask for it to be made available. Or some of it.

[cajunspice]

[You know, he hadn't seen her much around since all this started. Remy raised a brow in her direction.] Ya not doin' well since got back? [His tone more curious, for now, not yet concerned, but also wondering if there is something wrong that he may be able to help out with.]

[therewerefifty]

[She hums an assent, stirring her tea listlessly.]

I suppose in some sense I must have gone home, even if I don't remember it. I carried a disease in my own time. It's present now.

[It feels more of an annoyance to her than anything else; she knows it can be cured here. It just takes time. But every single time she reappears somewhere-- Castiel has lifted the disease from her lungs three times. It's ridiculous.]

[cajunspice]

[Now there was a hint of concern to his expression that hadn't been there before.] 'nd ya just toughin' this out alone? [Since she had been pretty much MIA most of the they had been stuck on the Marsiva. Was it serious? Did she need a medic or doctor?]

[therewerefifty]

I am well used to it by now. [She smiles faintly.] I'm more concerned with passing the infection along to others. There are... too many, crowded into the social areas.

[cajunspice]

[For his part, Remy doesn't flinch or move back or anything upon hearing that, though he did give her a look up and down, as if able to identify what it might be. It's been so long since he's actually been sick, injured sure, but not sick. He assumed it was because of his mutation, because his body temperature was high enough to kill most things off, like if he had a fever that constantly burned them off.]

Should be restin' then, [Which Remy supposed she had been since she hadn't been around much.] If ya worried 'bout bein' 'round others, I could help get ya stuff when ya need it. Food 'nd drink 'nd like.

[therewerefifty]

[Well, she's a lot thinner than she was when she left, to the point of approaching gaunt, and generally looks like death warmed up. But there are no other real telltale signs.

At the offer, she glances up to meet his gaze, expression tinged with a little relief.]

It's a lot to impose, but... [Better one person in a controlled environment than the chance encounters she would find along the way.] I would appreciate that, Mr Remy. As long as we're careful.

[cajunspice]

[Yeah, that? That was no good. Seriously, Makie, why you no ask help earlier?] Have ya managed to eat much since back? [With how she was looking she hardly seemed up to being fed anything too heavy; Remy wracking his brains to go through all those memories of old home meals when he was sick, of ones Mattie had passed down to him for when he was away from home and to take care of himself.

Honestly, she should be on liquids, to make it easier on her system.] Wish we were back on the Twin Roses, I would have more to work with for ya.

[However, those thoughts were bumped aside with her concern, a smile returning to his lips as he drew a cross over his chest.] Cross m' heart, will be real careful. [Some good hygiene practice before and after being in her room. He didn't worry to much about himself, but he also knew in enclosed spaces it could jump to someone else real quick if he was careless.]

[therewerefifty]

[It's precisely because nothing can be done on the Marsiva that she didn't ask. But she can stay comfortable and out of the way.]

The gels make it easier. The foods that would loan me strength are sadly not available on the Marsiva. [She doesn't really answer the question. But to his wish, she smiles.]

Once we're back on the Twin Roses, I can be treated. It is not... curable in my time, but I'm glad to say that's no longer the case. I will not be ill for long.

[cajunspice]

[No, she doesn't does she? But that's ok, Remy can still work with that and help her out, though the smile he is giving her shows he knows she sidestepped his question but is letting it slide.

Though there was another important question here, especially with him offering to help out. And... maybe a little invasive but he has to know to keep himself and others safe.] Ah, to put it in less than elegant words but to get to the point, what have ya got? 'ssumin' I don't need a medical degree to recognize the name of it or something, or it got a name that works for the time 'm from as well as when ya from.

[therewerefifty]

[Ah. That's probably useful to know, isn't it.]

In my time, it's called lung sickness. Haibyo. In yours, it's likely called tuberculosis.

[cajunspice]

Oh, [Oh, yeah, that was no joking matter. But it was an infection, right? Ok, Remy can work with this, head already trying to work out how he could deal with this and how to keep the risk of infecting others down.] OK, yeah, know what that be.

[Dragging himself out of his thoughts and back to the now Remy smiled over to her.] How 'bout we get ya bundled back up in ya room 'gain 'nd I can see what can put together for ya, if ya feelin' like eatin'. Or if ya bored, maybe we can quarantine one of the screens off in the main room 'nd ya can rest up there while watchin' or listenin' to something. [Maybe more of a risk, but Remy was sure if they did it right they could get her all bundled up in a corner booth and stop others getting too close.]

[postocular]

[ Carl only vaguely remembers the last time that they were all cramped up on the Marsiva, and not so much the nightly visits. This time is a little different, though. He mostly keeps to himself or his family, sitting in quiet corners reading or listening to music. Occasionally he leaves the sanctity of the quiet to go get something to drink or make a snack. He's not really expecting to run into anyone in particular, but when he sees Makie, he smiles at her. ] Hey.

[therewerefifty]

[She smiles back at him, though her eyes are a bit glassy. It's been a rough day.]

Hello. How are you holding up?

[postocular]

[ He's definitely concerned for her well-being, okay? ] I'm okay.. D'you need help?

[therewerefifty]

[She shakes her head slightly.]

I'm all right. I'm... not well, but that will change. It's why I can't come back to the restaurant just yet.