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. ]

Comments

[axi]

I doubt any person here would disagree with that.

[She finds a book in the pile that looks sort of promising, so she sets it aside for later.]

But I'm not sure what throwing books around does to alleviate that irritation.

[If he makes eye contact, he'll see the almost amused expression on her face.]

[rebuildyourruins]

It lets them know how I feel about this.

[To punctuate his point, Thor removes another book without even looking at it and tosses it across the room. Thud.]

Whether they are truly watching or not, I am not going to hide my displeasure.

[axi]

An outlet, then? [She figures if a guy like this is resorting to throwing books, the punching bag just didn't do it for him.]

Maybe a competition with some others would do some good. See who can throw the most in a set amount of time.

[Kaname may or may not be kidding depending on how he takes it.]

[rebuildyourruins]

A contest?

[Not something he'd considered, seeing as he was out here being a solitary asshole to the book collection.]

Throwing isn't good enough for that sort of thing. It would be better if they could be blasted out of the air.

[axi]

[... Welp. That was not the direction she envisioned this taking.]

With what exactly?

[She realizes she might regret asking.]

[rebuildyourruins]

Anything?

[He shrugs.]

My preference would be lightning bolts. But, [and it's said as an afterthought, rubbing his chin] that may not be the best idea in this kind of space.

[axi]

[Kaname can't help the semi-nervous laugh that escapes her. Goodness.]

No, not the best idea at all. Thank you for thinking of that despite your displeasure.