driftfleet | the white noise is deafening silence

[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. ]

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[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.

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.

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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?]

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.

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

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.]

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