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. ]

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[coinstability]

[The sketch itself doesn't take long at all. Connor's built for efficiency and he doesn't make mistakes, not when it comes to copying something. Lup may be asleep - or 'trancing', as she had called it - but the rendition he draws is of her awake and smiling. Her usual self. While the baseline sketch is easy enough to accomplish, Connor hesitates before he finishes. After a moment's thought, running through various reference files he has, he goes back and tweaks some details. It becomes a fraction less of a copy; some things altered based on other images, other moments.

Overall, he's satisfied with it as he stands back with his palms flat on the table, looking at the drawing. He still wouldn't call it art. That's not what was needed in this case though, and it's satisfactory work. Hopefully it's what Lup needs.

Glancing up, he watches Lup's resting form for a moment before he speaks up. Perhaps rest would be better, but he'd already promised to wake her.]

Lup? I'm done with the drawing.

[necromanswers]

[There's no hesitation as she lifts herself upright, blinking quickly to pull herself out of it; leaving a trance is easier than waking up from sleep, but it still takes a few seconds. She rubs absently at an eye, a small sizzle of static passing over her form, and she leans over to peer at the drawing.]

Oh damn, bud. I thought you were gonna draw me, not some hot elf who's got her shit together.

[It's followed by a swift and tired smile.]

Kidding. Thanks, that... it's perfect. I think it'll work out great.

[coinstability]

[The static is impossible not to notice, Connor's attention zeroing in on it. It looks - more substantial than your average static discharge, not focused to a specific location or material. That was her whole body. What could cause something like that? Magic?

He's diverted from this line of thought when Lup thanks him. After some internal debate, he stores the observation for later. Lup isn't in the best frame of mind for questioning, he already knows that.]

You're welcome. I hope it's sufficient for your purpose.

[Whatever that may be. He'd like to know, but considers it's not especially crucial that she tell him.]

[necromanswers]

I hope so, too.

[She hesitates as she picks it up, very careful not to touch him in the process. There's no short version of an explanation that she's prepared to give, and she's definitely not going to give him a full one, so... finally with a shrug she turns for the door.]

Check you later, Connor.

[Aaand she's gone. It's time for quarantine in her room, assuming this works.]