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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. ]
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What I figured would happen- those memories are still being blocked, now that he's awake again. Only the dead or spirits can get past it, right? And he's not... that. Problem is, now he knows something important went down, and he's so damn stubborn he was hurting himself trying to remember it. That's why I got you to check on him. If you have to ask me what's wrong then that means he must've stopped, so...
[She finally catches the sparks on her hands and stops, rubbing her arms and hugging herself instead.]
...good. I left him like that, I thought I was making it worse, but I wasn't sure if he'd keep at it. I was...
[...scared, is what she thinks, but she bites back the word, letting it die in her throat. She can't hold on to thoughts like that. They'll gut her center even worse than it already is. Kravitz is right- she needs to fix this, not dwell on what's making it worse. It's what she called him here for in the first place.]
Nevermind. If he's okay, that's all that matters.
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I think he'll be more okay when we're all done with this dream-sharing nonsense they're putting us through. [ Unfortunate but true. ] But I can keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't keep hurting himself or pull something drastic.
But Lup... You need help, too. And if you're not able to hold on right now, then we'll have to find a way to buy you some time -- because I don't want to think about the alternative until we have to.
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I know. It's why I called you. Figured you might have a few ideas on how to buy us some time until we get off this boat. Usually I can just haul ass to an isolated spot and blow shit up until my spells run dry, y'know, burn off steam- tire myself out until I remember how to behave. I can't do that here.
[At least not without risking blowing a hole through the wall and killing everyone on board, which... is not acceptable. She laces her fingers together in her lap, her eyes narrow as she watches him. She can recognize how serious he is about this, and she's glad for it. She needs him serious. Out of everyone here, the two of them are the only ones who would know more than any other just how dangerous an untethered lich can be, especially in a closed space.]
You're a reaper. You must know a few ways to put a lich on lockdown.
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[ He's quiet for a second, thinking everything through - and once it seems he's settled on an idea, he nods. ]
Imprisonment. The spell, I mean. There are different forms, and while I have a feeling most of them won't work in this damned place, perhaps one of them will. You'd be completely restrained, unable to move at all until the spell ends, but you'd essentially be in stasis. It would keep you from leaving your body.
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[Imprisonment... it's vaguely familiar, but it doesn't ring any immediate bells- she doesn't know it. Barriers and capture and similar spells are more Lucretia's thing than her own, and while Barry might've known it's not like she has his spell directory on hand. It sounds like it has a lot of potential, though if she's in statis she'll need to come up with a long term solution when they're out of this place. A temporary solution is still better than going insane and on a murder spree, so if this is what he thinks is best, she'll take it. He's the professional.
She tugs her spellbook from her belt and flips through until she reaches a blank page, tearing it out and passing it over to Kravitz along with a pencil.]
Gimme details. Options, components. My brain's not all there so I might forget if you just tell me, but I can at least help get the stuff you need to cast it.
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But, an option is an option, and it's kind of the only one they've got right now. So with a nod, he takes the blank page and the pencil, and starts writing down everything he knows about it. ]
Of course. Like I said, I doubt this place is going to let us put you to sleep on our own. Or put you in another plane. And... we're not on a planet, so burial is out. Looks like it's probably chains, then.
[ He hands her the spell, in all its glorious detail. He's totally done this before. ]
Don't suppose you've got a chain of precious metal just lying around?
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[If she were in a better mood, there'd be a good dick joke in that.
She reaches under her shirt, at the neck, and draws out a necklace on a silver chain, a little crystal pendant hanging in the center. She holds it up for him to see.]
Would this work?
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He considers it, then nods. ]
I think it'll do the trick. Looks like the next thing to worry about is making sure no one sees it, since that... would be hell to explain. To say the least. Our rooms lock, right? In theory, anyway.
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[And while she's already ditched Taako over this vis-a-vis their fight the other day, there's no guarantee he won't come back demanding some sort of explanation if he's feeling more annoyed than petty later on.
She returns to her spellbook, beginning to flip through it to examine her own options.]
There's nothing in your spell that says I can't cast magic or have active spells while I'm locked away... a strong illusion would do the trick for most people, in that case.
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True, there aren't many people that wouldn't work on. But if Taako decides to come find you...
[ Lup's hella powerful, but so is Taako. ]
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[When in doubt, tease. Especially when the alternative is mild panic.]
Shower him with compliments. You know his ego, he can listen to that shit all day.
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Oh, absolutely. That's the easy part. [ For the first while, at least. Oh well. He'll... deal with that later. ] Don't worry, Lup. Focus on yourself for now. Till you get better.
I think we've pretty much settled on how to do this, so... shall we get started?
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[She holds a hand up for a high-five, smiling a bit despite... well, everything. With Kravitz supporting Taako in her absence, and a plan to keep her contained, she feels weirdly better about all of this, even if said containment is gonna suuuuuuck balls. It's nice to be, like. Part of a team again.
If there wasn't bound to be so much collateral damage, she'd just let herself blow a giant hole in the ship anyway. Would serve the Atroma right for doing this. This is a better option, though.]
Ready when you are, my dude. Go team Ghostbuster?
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[ Of course he high-fives her. This whole situation seriously sucks, but hey, Lup said she can take it - and Kravitz sure as hell doesn't doubt that. He just needs to make sure the spell goes off without a hitch, and then go keep an eye on Taako (spending time with his boyfriend? ~What a chore~). ]
Let's do this.