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

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles.] What's tying a knot in a cherry stem prove? There are better things to tie in knots. Just saying.

[necromanswers]

[She smirks at that. Was that a bondage joke? In her blanket fort? Beautiful.]

Oh, for sure. But I always figured it was just a silly status symbol... or at least a way of proving that you're good with your tongue.

[theirondragon]

[He laughs heartily at that.]

You know what's really good at proving that? Doing something productive with your tongue.

[necromanswers]

I don't disagree! On the other hand, the fun sort of productive tongue-tying isn't safe for public consumption, usually.

[theirondragon]

Ha! Speak for yourself, Sparky.

[necromanswers]

Oooh, you an exhibitionist, Cap?

[theirondragon]

I've been known to enjoy group company.

[necromanswers]

[She laughs.]

Somehow that does not surprise me at all!

[theirondragon]

[He's still grinning.]

That easy to read, huh?

[necromanswers]

You're not subtle about certain things, my dude. It's just the impression I get.

[theirondragon]

I'm subtle about being subtle. That's the important one, right?

[necromanswers]

[She giggles and clinks her mug up against his in obvious agreement.]

I like your style, bull-man.

[theirondragon]

Heh, you too, Sparky. Keep blowing shit up and we'll be just fine.