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driftfleet2019-01-20 07:17 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-20 07:17 pm
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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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
Alfred Pennyworth | Gotham City
[Being new to the whole situation, he found the whole event jarring. This was nothing to what he was used to experiencing back at home. But it seemed that this place knows no boundaries. Quite frankly, Alfred wasn't sure what to expect anymore. He handled it the best way he could. He simply took everything in his stride. Most of it was spent observing and stepping in when he felt it was necessary.
This meant that Alfred kept to his usual tasks spending most of his time in the kitchen. In his spare time he can be found in his room or in the common area reading or exploring his data pad some more trying to get more familiar with it.]
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kitchen
Kirk strode into the kitchen like there was nothing amiss, like this was all perfectly normal. For him, it was, in a way. Three years of this, and your sense of outrage slowly grew blunted. Or maybe your mind just began protecting you, because to think to hard on it would be to break entirely.
He took a loud sniff of the air, wishing he had Biffy or Lyall's particular talents when it came to smell.
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"When one is unsure of what to do in a situation I've always found it best to stick to what I'm know. Prior to this I have spent my time serving the Wayne family. I will continue to serve those here till things change, Captain Kirk. Did you wish for me to prepare the usual for you or something else instead?" Alfred replied hardly looking up from his work.
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Well, Kirk wasn't exactly military, whatever Remy had told him. Para-military, and Kirk had always been a bit of an odd ball when it came to those regulations. Or an annoyance depending on who was talking about him at the time.
"You can just call me Kirk, Alfred. Or Jim. I'll answer to either. James is for when I'm in trouble," he smiled charmingly, fetching himself a glass of juice to sip on. "Why don't you surprise me? Shake things up a bit, if you don't mind."
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"I knew a Jim back home and trouble often found him. Were you one to follow the rules or did you break them when you felt they didn't fit you?"
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"Relatively easily, yes, but that's a job risk when you're exploring unknown space," he shrugged, because was there any use in denying it? His crew probably saw more than two times the action of any other vessel, and all of it from just running into new sectors of space head-long. But that was the job.
He raised a brow and he shrugged. "As a kid, yeah, I would say that's what I did. I never did anything to terrible, but I did get quite the reputation with the local police force." He grinned sheepishly. "I've calmed down quite a bit since then."
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He knew what it was like to be young and do what you please and then eventually settle down into a life you're comfortable with. Then you get to a point where you don't feel the need to test everything. Let alone see how far you can push yourself.
"Being here with the Fleet...is this similar for your line work?"
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"Hmm, sort of. My work back home does involve me and my crew exploring uncharted space, but we generally have more control of where we go and we aren't watched like a bunch of experiments," He tapped the back of his neck for emphasis, near where the augment would be located. "And technically speaking, I've broken the Prime Directive a number of times being in this particular Fleet, but I think that can be forgiven considering the circumstances. Even if I wrote all this up in a report, I don't think the brass would believe me anyways."
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I came from a military background before I settled into my role as a butler. I'm not exactly one to shy away from breaking a rule or two, but only when I feel it's getting the results I need and couldn't get prior.
I've found as much as I hate to say it....that in times that the law doesn't always help but hold you back. Gotham City isn't exactly a walk in the park. If you don't learn quick on what to do, you don't survive. I do feel that the law helps keep you in check. It makes you remember who you are and not let you go down that dark path. With the way Gotham City is, it's needed to have that reminder. Only many choose not to follow it."
Alfred quietly explained as he began to set out a stew he was prepping earlier and some bread. It was always something easy to cook and something that he could use with what ever was in the kitchen at the time. He only felt that Kirk deserved to know some things on him since he seemed pretty hard on the young man's actions.
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"Well, it is a mish-mash of people from all different types of worlds and backgrounds. I don't know the "functionality" was necessarily a key factor when picking who comes and who goes here," Kirk shrugged, watching Alfred work quietly. The part about him being army made sense with his carriage, and being former army did seem like a good background set of skills to have for a butler.
"You talk like you got experience there. You work on the shadowy side of the law when you're not butlering?" Kirk inquired, raising a brow slightly. The way Alfred talked, it sounded like he was really in the thick of it, doing things that maybe skirted laws, that, like Kirk he felt needed to sometimes be broken for the greater good. Rules had their place, of course, and he didn't really go out of his way to break them, but sometimes... sometimes you just knew what was right, even if a rule might say otherwise.
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"There are things I've done in the military that I'm not exactly proud of having done. But Gotham City....is a different experience altogether.
The Wayne family I had worked for were people that everyone had loved and respected. They did everything they could to help those around them. Only to be murdered in cold blood.
Their son, the one I'm now in charge of, witnessed their murder and has spent along time uncovering their deaths and the reason behind it. It's brought us through different people. Only instead of finding the answers we were finding more questions and witnessing other things going on.
In the process the city has become this No Man's Land. Where we're now separated from the rest of the world. No one is allowed to enter or leave the city. We can't get food, supplies, or help. They're pretending we simply don't exist. Even Wayne's enterprise isn't allowed to help that's outside the city.
How do you save a city where rules no longer exist? Let alone how can I help my charge, when I'm here? What can I do here?"
Alfred explained a little exasperated. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything and was stuck doing the one thing he knew what to do.
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He sipped his drink in the quiet after, not wanting to give Alfred a flippant answer, though he wasn't sure Alfred was even looking for one. Sometimes you just needed to vent. But...
"I've been here three years now, maybe a little more. I don't count to closely," he tapped the edge of his glass thoughtfully. "But I've learned - I've learned that you can't worry all the time about what's happening at home. It sounds callous, but it's the truth. All you can do is have faith in those that remain. Faith that they'll be okay, that it will all somehow manage until you get back. And here? Here we keep moving forward, towards the way home, though it's despairingly slow. But I know we'll find a way. One day. Just not as quick as anyone would like."
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"You're saying that people here are trying to do something about this? What progress has been done? I would be more then happy to help lend a hand." Alfred replied a little more settled with the idea. While he wasn't keen on the whole waiting thing, he was going to have to accept the fact and try to do something here instead.
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Kirk made a motion with his hand, not stemming Alfred's questions, but as if to say "not here". Not the Marsiva, the seat of power. On the ships, where he could properly tell him about the comm link that they had managed to secure away from Atroma. So far it had either gone unnoticed or was deemed not a threat, and Kirk wouldn't jeopardize that with to loose lips.
"Easier to talk about when we're back on the Tourist," he said aloud, hoping Alfred understood and didn't think he was blowing him off. He nodded to the food Alfred was working on. "Almost done? I can smell it already and my stomach is growling."
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As he spoke he cut up the bread to serve with the stew.
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"So long as you can make a really good apple pie, I'll be happy. I think our little replicator should be able to make those... or we can get something close enough from one of the planets stop at," Kirk moved to refill his glass as Alfred busied himself. "Sure glad to have a real cook back aboard again though."
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common room
You just arrived, right?
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[Alfred answered with a nod and headed toward Keith's direction to sit across from him.]
Is everything okay?
[While he didn't know the young man, he did find it odd that he was by himself. Most young men were always with their friends or a peer or two.]
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Uh, yeah. It's fine. I just... Well, this whole dream thing is kind of rough this time around. I was here last time it happened. Sometimes, there are some really bad memories to see. [And have brought up, but he left that part out.]
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I'm not sure how much help I can provide you, but if you wish to talk or focus on something positive that may help? I've found in he past when I talk with my young master it's helpful to think upon some good memories or find a more positive activity to work on.
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And, you're probably right. I mean, this whole thing is supposedly about ratings, but we've yet to find anyone who actually knows anything about us. We did find a company that sponsors the show, apparently, but nothing else beyond that.
[He considered the suggestion.]
I don't know. We'll see. [He managed a weak smile.] I've never been much for talking.
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[Alfred got up and went to get a glass of water for the both of them and returned with the glasses. He handed one over to Keith.]
Then you don't have to talk. If you wish we could play some sort of game like chess or checkers?
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[Keith took the glass with a small 'thanks', and then shrugged at the suggestion of a game.]
My past experiences with board games usually end up with me flipping the board. [Though, he might be a little better at it now.] But, I'm up for it, I guess... if you want.
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[Alfred raised an eyebrow more amused by Keith's admittance then anything.]
I'm quite familiar with that method as well. Let's see what checkers brings us?
[He proceeded to get up and retrieve a checker set, hoping they have one.]
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Okay.
[Keith shifted into a better sitting position at the table when Alfred returned with the game.]
It's been a while since I've played.