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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. ]

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Maybe dwarves just love the occasional random murder.

[She says it with sarcasm, mostly to mask that she just didn't get Merle a lot of the time, and talking about the problem with Taako would be weird because she shouldn't know him, at least not well enough to be bothered about it. Doesn't help that her experience with dwarves (particularly his family!) hasn't been great in the last decade.

Then again, he'd been the first to admit that they're turds.]

You guys have pretty good luck when it comes to surviving sticky situations. Though don't you owe some of that luck to some people and/or objects that you can name?

[/insert competent women joke here]

Now if only this dwarf would love the non-occasional healing.

[He lives to rip on Merle even if the cleric isn't half as bad as he makes him out to be. He's useful definitely (sometimes, when he remembers to be) and (begrudgingly) fun. Guy's got like a million party points if nothing else.]

But yeah, we're lucky as shit. No idea why except maybe that Lady Istus has some weird thing for us. And everyone around us is like, even halfway decent at their jobs.

[He snorts]

Except for Kravitz when it comes to collecting our souls. Thank fuck.

I mean, that's good for you. Not so good for him or that goddess of his, but those of us with wacky death counts can at least benefit from it.

[And apparently he's chummy with at least two liches in the future and capable of making some kind of deal with her and Barry despite everything. He's a strange, complicated man, but that's fine with her.]

Oh definitely. I mean, not complaining, and I guess the RQ ain't really complaining either since yours truly and the bonehead squad didn't get dragged to Casper's Unfriendly Jailhouse.

[But hey, little bit of perception here. Did she just say "us?"]

...

[Taako glances over at Lup for a moment, then slides his gaze over to people who are now actively staring at the shimmering globe of force keeping them from the control panel.]

So you got a bounty on your head, too?

[....

Oh, right. Slip of the tongue, there. She shares his glance, the smile slowly slipping from her expression as she considers a response. Before too long she looks away and reaches back to start twisting her hair into a loose braid, giving her hands something to do and avoiding his eyes.]

You should know that much. Remember where you found my Umbra Staff?

[Y'know, the abandoned cave with a corpse?]

[He snaps and nods.]

Riiiiight, forgot about that whole thing. Kinda shitty way to go.

[Not that it seems to have stopped her any. He always forgets that there was a skeleton with the Umbra Staff, the red robe it was wearing only now clicking into place.

He suddenly also realizes that what he said sounds incredibly callous and he blinks, looking away.]

Better'n getting eaten by a giant purple worm though. Oof, I'm glad none of that stuck. Taako is sooo not cool with being digested.

[She hums, quiet as he works his way through it; she's very obviously not offended by his comment. She's died too many times for it to truly bother her at this point. The issue for her was being trapped and left alone with it for a decade, and the fact that they're not leaving their plane and she has no way of getting her body back the way they used to. And those aren't things she can discuss with him.]

I dunno, at least being eaten is quick. Poison's an ugly way to die.

Heh yeah I--

[Poison's an ugly way to die.

His heart constricts as his mind catches up to what she said. And while he knows he should probably throw some meaningless consolation about how she's right, it's not a fun way to die. He can't. His hands clutch into the fabric of his pants as he stares at the control panel beneath the shimmering bubble of Otiluke's Resilient Sphere, seeing nothing.

You fed them their death.

His mouth goes dry as a dream half-remembered bubbles up, memories bright and clear as the day it happened. The kid that looked up at him asking for seconds. The sound of people choking even as they yelled for help. The feel of the wagon floor jolting underneath him as he cowered in the back while Sazed peeled out.

He doesn't notice how his leg starts bouncing, his fingers white knuckled against his knees. He just knows he needs to start talking and fast or she's going to notice something is wrong.]

Heh yeah. [His voice's pitch is off and he clears his throat, trying for casual and maybe doing alright at it. Or failing miserably. He isn't really paying all that much attention.]

Poison's some shit, huh? Yep. But uh, you're doin' well now despite all that, so no harm no foul. Done's done and all that jazz.

[/rolls perception

That's... a weird reaction, and for a moment Lup is confused until it clicks: that response has nothing to do with her, does it. It's not like she's dying in front of him or anything. What was it? The battle wagon racer, the one who'd been poisoned by the Gaia Sash? Or something else? Something that happened while they were separated?

She hesitates in responding, indecisive and waiting until he works through it on his own, her brows tightly knit. He'd probably just get more evasive if she asked, or worse, more upset... still, it's hard to just shrug off. For someone like Taako who takes so much in stride, the reaction had been surprisingly visceral, even with his attempt at subtlety.]

...Yeah... that's true. I guess we're good at that part. [Another pause, and then-] Sorry. That was shitty of me.

[He can interpret that however he likes.]

[He laughs a little, his octave just slightly off, then coughs to cover it up. He has to get his shit together or she's going to ask questions he doesn't want to answer. He could barely tell Angus what had happened, and even then it'd only been in the vaguest of terms. He still hadn't told Magnus or Merle and he knew, knowing him, he never will. It's his life, his business. It's his problem that he'll eventually need to come face to face with if he ever sees that sleazeball Sazed again.

Hopefully he never does.]

Psshaw, naw, just a grim-ass topic. Forgot you could go all goth with the best of 'em.

[He almost sounds convincingly nonchalant now. The bouncing has stopped at least, and he pulls his attention around to a more banal topic. In an instant, he latches onto the sight of people groaning as yet another round of the song starts up.]

But hey, more importantly? I think the general populace is starting to notice what we did.

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[For a moment she considers poking the bear, even just a little, but she thinks better of it before long and just finishes her braid, flinging it over her shoulder and sitting up in her chair to try and very casually watch the growing chaos around his sphere.

Next time, maybe.]

Hah... so they have! That took a lot longer than I thought it would. I wonder if they were just playing it cool or just unobservant.

Little of A, a little of B. Maybe they didn't realize it wasn't just one really long song until now.

[Taako hides his grin behind a yawn, settling in the seat and getting comfy. He has to top up the sphere's magic pretty soon, so he watches for the moment when the bubble is about to pop. The change of subject is a relief and Taako is glad Lup is letting him get away with it.]

I mean, it is a little repetitive.

Repetitive? Perish the thought, I hadn't noticed at all.

[She hums a few bars alongside the chorus in the background - the very repetitive one - and leans her elbow on the arm of the chair, head tilting as she watches someone smack the sphere.]

Oooh, buddy, don't break your hand...

[He snorts as he watches the person bang on the sphere. It's not going anywhere. As long as Taako times it perfectly, there'll be a moment of hope followed by endless despair as the bubble pops and reforms in the blink of an eye.]

Eh, if they do, that's their own fault for not appreciating these fine musical arts.

[And there it goes. With a grin, he watches as the person looks surprised as the bubble winks out. The momentary hope bubbles to the surface and he immediately recasts Otiluke's, the rainbow barrier shimmering back into place as the hope bursts like a child's soap bubble. He has to bite his lip to keep from laughing aloud.]

I am so glad the Atroma enjoy suffering as much as I do.

[Lup has to hide another giggle as the sphere vanishes and reappears- the poor sucker's reaction is too good. Even when they notice, she merely smiles and claps encouragingly in their direction. Go on, try again! Surely it'll work the second time.]

You think that's why they gave you a few components?

They gotta amuse themselves somehow, right? Either that or they knew if they didn't, I'd spend my entire time here setting shit on fire or trying to transmute the walls into, fuckin' I dunno, sausage or whatever.

[Not that it would have worked. Nothing seems to work here when it comes to damaging the Marsiva and it doesn't exactly make calm his nerves any. He still remembers Thor talking about attacking this place before, the feeling and sight of something living inside it.]

Probably wanted to keep me distracted. And it's working.

[He motions to the poor sap trying to slap the sphere into submission.]

This shit is hilarious.

Fair. That's probably why they didn't give me components- most of my spells are for blowing stuff up.

[There's a few she can piece together with what's available here, and others that don't require components at all, but for the most part she's empty-handed. Not even her silly spoon focus. It suuuucks.]

Yeah, s'what you get for being a fuckin' powerhouse, you dumbass.

[Taako smirks and fiddles with the ends of his hair. Time to trim it up, he thinks. The shampoo here is shit and he's going to start getting split ends soon.]

Taako went and made them think I'm stupid, so what's the harm in giving me a few components here and there, right? Worst that can happen is I'll blow myself up again and that was probably amusing as fuck for them.

Yeah, yeah. One of these days we'll face off against something really dangerous, and you'll be glad you've got a fuckin' powerhouse on your side.

[She sticks her tongue out, still staring down that grumpy gus at the sphere who is obviously getting suspicious of them.]

Wouldn't be the first time I got my ass saved by a woman.

[Honestly, it's the only reason he's probably alive right now. If it wasn't for the pattern of smart, savvy women showing up, he and the rest of the chucklehead squad would have died six or seven times over.

He notices the guy from across the room and can't help but grin, giving them a wink which turns their entire face scarlet.]

And Taako's toooootally fine with that. You're more than welcome to do all the heavy magical lifting.

[Ooh, things are heating up. She breaks her gaze away to check for where the quickest escape route is, in case they end up with a lynch mob before the last Pussycat sings. She wants to at least stay until the song switches over (and back), so... maybe she'll just go back to writing down that spell instead of riling people up. It shouldn't be that much longer, right...? not that she's been counting how many times it's played.]

Don't get too cozy. I'm not about to let you get away with sitting pretty and doing nothing. You've gotta carry your weight!

Good thing I'm light and airy then. Don't have to carry too much.

[Except for the myriad of objects that he likes to adorn himself with. He's been eying that stupid sword at the Fantasy Costco the same as Magnus and Merle, but for completely different reasons. It would look totally rad on his back and make him look like a badass even if he can't lift the damn thing.

He notices how Lup goes back to writing and Taako distracts himself from the angry people across the room by inspecting his nails. Not quite as effective and probably just makes them more angry, but it's better than pulling out the only book he owns and leafing through it.]

So how many people do you think are going to lose their absolute shit in about...oh...seven minutes?

[That's just enough time for this playthrough of Pussycat to end and the alternate song to finish before it all begins again.]

[The change of music makes her look up, another smile creeping across her lips as she watches the reactions of the people around them- first surprise, then relief, as they begin to return to whatever they were doing before the repetition distracted them. She gives it a minute and then goes to finish the spell- she'll look up when it sounds like the new song is winding down.]

Dear gods and goddesses of the universe who definitely have better things to do: please, please let it be all of them. I want to see this whole room go sideways.

[Ah yes...the poor little lambs. They all go back to their former activities, silently rejoicing in the simple pleasure of not hearing "WHOOOA WHOOOA" blaring over and over. The new song isn't exactly a monumental musical masterpiece, but it hardly matters to everyone here.

He's glad he maxed the volume out now as he watches people settle and go back to their earlier routines.]

I hope you got an exit strategy, because I sure do, and they already suspect it's us.

[She offers no response, just scribbling quietly and furiously for another few moments. It's not like there's a lot to this particular spell - it's low demand, doesn't even require concentration or components - but she wants to make sure he gets all the details before the song changes, the reason for which should become clear when she at last finishes and passes the sheet of paper over to him, the title Seeming and a full description transcribed upon it.]

Weeeeell, there is this one spell where you can completely change what you and your friends look like.

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