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. ]

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[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor pauses in the midst of swinging the table back for another slam against the wall, raising his eyebrows at Bull. Strangely enough, Thor seems to have gained a new eye since he last saw the other man, though it doesn't match his blue one.

The ship is pissing me off more.

[theirondragon]

Yeah, you and me both. [He takes a deep breath, noting the differences in Thor's appearance for later evaluation and potential questions. Now, though? Now he's stressed, feeling closed in, and really needing to hit something, to find an outlet for his violent tendencies. That's what he likes about Thor. He's durable.]

Maybe we can give each other a hand.

[rebuildyourruins]

[It isn't hard to see the markers of stress on the other man. Thor knows them fairly intimately in himself, even beyond his more unique habit of sparking furiously with electricity when it gets really bad. At least there are no skies here to give away his mood. He understands though what Bull is saying.

After a moment he grunts, throwing the table away down the hallway. It can be someone else's problem. He's not about tidying up for the Atroma.]

You want to have a bout? I wouldn't say no.

[theirondragon]

[At Thor's words, the Bull grunts his ascent, rolling his shoulders to flex out some of the tension, loosening up.]

Shit yeah, and no going easy. If the Atroma didn't want a mess, they should have let us stay home.