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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Comments

[therewerefifty]

[It's precisely because nothing can be done on the Marsiva that she didn't ask. But she can stay comfortable and out of the way.]

The gels make it easier. The foods that would loan me strength are sadly not available on the Marsiva. [She doesn't really answer the question. But to his wish, she smiles.]

Once we're back on the Twin Roses, I can be treated. It is not... curable in my time, but I'm glad to say that's no longer the case. I will not be ill for long.

[cajunspice]

[No, she doesn't does she? But that's ok, Remy can still work with that and help her out, though the smile he is giving her shows he knows she sidestepped his question but is letting it slide.

Though there was another important question here, especially with him offering to help out. And... maybe a little invasive but he has to know to keep himself and others safe.] Ah, to put it in less than elegant words but to get to the point, what have ya got? 'ssumin' I don't need a medical degree to recognize the name of it or something, or it got a name that works for the time 'm from as well as when ya from.

[therewerefifty]

[Ah. That's probably useful to know, isn't it.]

In my time, it's called lung sickness. Haibyo. In yours, it's likely called tuberculosis.

[cajunspice]

Oh, [Oh, yeah, that was no joking matter. But it was an infection, right? Ok, Remy can work with this, head already trying to work out how he could deal with this and how to keep the risk of infecting others down.] OK, yeah, know what that be.

[Dragging himself out of his thoughts and back to the now Remy smiled over to her.] How 'bout we get ya bundled back up in ya room 'gain 'nd I can see what can put together for ya, if ya feelin' like eatin'. Or if ya bored, maybe we can quarantine one of the screens off in the main room 'nd ya can rest up there while watchin' or listenin' to something. [Maybe more of a risk, but Remy was sure if they did it right they could get her all bundled up in a corner booth and stop others getting too close.]