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. ]

[ 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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[He appreciates the honesty, even if it hurts a little. She can probably feel him nod against her head. The sigh he tries to hold back, but in their position it doesn't work all that well.]

It's enough. You have me for as long as you want me. I love you.

Good, because that's going to be for a long time to come. [Kaname scoots a little closer, sliding her arm around him in return.]

I love you, too. Very much.

[He breaths in and snuggles down under her weight and the blanket.

Nothing could ruin this moment.]

[Of course not.]

So, tell me about Cindy.

[Well, there is alway something.]

[He groans softly.]

What's there to tell?

What's not to tell? She's your Goddess.

[Kaname isn't bothered, not really. But he does need to answer a little more about this.]

[He feels his cheeks light up, and is glad she can't see it in this position.]

Was.. And ... not really. I never got up the nerve to say anything.

Would you have said anything to me if I didn't say anything first?

[It's actually something she's wondered about before.]

[He's quiet for a bit, thinking that over. It's hard to say what might have happened if things were different.]

I think I would have. Maybe not then, but eventually...

[But then, would he have missed his chance if he took too long?]

That makes me feel a little better. [She's not joking here.]

Sometimes I wondered if you only started dating me because I said something first.

[It's an idle musing now, one she might as well share, since they are.]

Why?

[Honestly curious. He's always marveled that someone like her chose someone like him.]

If I didn't want to, I would've said something.

Mm, I know, but sometimes thoughts get away from you. It happens to everyone.

[She says it that way to let him know that it means her as well.

Kaname pauses, then speaks again.]

I'll say I'm a little relieved Cindy's a thing of the past.

Yeah. I get it.

[King of overthinking, right here.

He hums in thought.]

She was never really a thing of the present. She's never been a threat. You know that, right?

Not a threat, just... someone you thought about sometimes. Which is fine of course. I don't want you forgetting the people you care about back home.

[Hand resting on his back, she lets her fingers draw small, idle patterns over his shirt.]

Something like that... it's a reason I can't not be close with Messer. And I'm sorry if that worries or concerns you in any way. I want you to tell me if you ever start feeling like that, okay?

["Home" feels very far away and long ago. It'd felt far away and long ago even back on his world. But he knows what she means.

He knows things now that he hadn't before, and his head is good at spiraling toward the worst possible scenarios. But he loves her, and he trusts her.

He nods.]

Okay. I will. Same to you, right?

[Kaname feels the nod and does the same in return.]

Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?

[It's only light teasing, but she has been wondering about that.]

[He laughs softly.]

Yeah. More or less.

[They stay there in silence for some time before Kaname draws back to see his face and speak with him better.]

During everything, you asked me about Mikumo, didn't you?

Yeah! And you said "story for another day".

[He straightens up a bit.]

Is it another day?

Seems like one to me.

[There are many ways she could explain this, but it might be better to do it at his pace.]

What would you like me to explain first?

[Might as well dive right in.]

What were those tanks?

[He has a good idea, but he'd like to know for sure.]

I'm not entirely sure, but it's where they had her recovering she reacted to some ruins. [Kaname pauses, the decides to hazard a guess.]

It might have been how she was kept before she joined Walkure. My clearance wasn't high enough to know anything concrete, though.

Kept.

[It puts a bad taste in his mouth. All he can think of are rows and rows of bodies suspended in tanks. He has to remember that things are different where she's from.]

So, she's ... Is she like me?

[When Mikumo told him she was only four years old, he thought maybe she was a fast-growing alien or something.]

[She looks at his expression and presses her lips together. Kaname shifts on the bean bag so she's somewhat sitting up.]

In the sense you're thinking of, yes. It's a long story, but she was created by Xaos, the company we work for. Her DNA is from a relic found on Windermere dating back thousands of years. Some would try to use her voice as a weapon.

[The last part is mentioned to include another form of similarity between the two.]

We didn't know that until after the memory you saw. Neither did she.

[He draws in a sharp breath. A weapon. Oh.]

Would she be okay with me knowing this?

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