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driftfleet2019-01-20 07:17 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-20 07:17 pm
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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. ]
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 turns the corner and stops as he's confronted with an empty hall. He could believe that she got one hall ahead of him, but two? He can't even hear her footfalls slapping against the floor anymore.
This is.
Suspicious.
His eyes narrow, but he really has no choice. He starts moving down the hallway, eyes sweeping for anywhere she might be hiding.]
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And then, when he comes up right beside where she's standing, she drops her invisibility and tries to crash playfully into his side, hands up.]
Blarghhh, they found us!!
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"Haggar" continues to carefully creep down the hallway, head turning this way and that, looking for nooks and crannies, open doors, anything. She's looking the opposite way when Lup appears out of nowhere and comes crashing toward her, hands up and yelling. She turns in shock, hands thrown up and---
Lup passes straight through Haggar like she's a ghost. The illusory image shimmers and then dissipates as Lup crashes through, the shocked look on Haggar's face remaining.
From behind Taako starts to laugh, doubling over as Mislead ends, pointing at her.]
The prestige!!
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[She flails, practically pinwheeling (which makes her Loki illusion look super graceful, which is an added perk) as she tries to catch herself. A last minute turn keeps her from completely eating shit face-first, but her back does smack against the opposite wall, and she gawks at Taako for a moment before her face goes bright red with indignant irritation.]
Oh my gods, you little shit! Mislead!?
[HE'S SO DEAD!!]
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Should know better than to try and put one over on me, nerd. A quiet hallway after you went down it? Waaaay too suspicious.
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[She blows a raspberry at him, fiddling with her hair beneath the illusion, since the sudden collision mussed it out of place. She may not be able to see it, but she can feel it.]
Live in fear, Kokopuff, I'm definitely gonna get you for that one.
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Yeah, sure, look at me quaking in my robes, Lulupop. I'm hella dumb, homie, you should know I'm not smart enough to live in fear.
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[This might just be the start of a prank war, but oh well- that's business as usual for them. When they're not trying to one-up the people around them, it ends up just being against each other. Annoying on occasion, for sure, but... familiar, so that's nice.
...Hey, if he doesn't remember her, that means she can reuse pranks that worked on him before...]
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[He smirks and then spins on his heel, waving his fingers at Lup over his shoulder.]
Also, I need to get back and replenish those spell slots for later. So catch you later?
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[She tosses him a two fingered salute and dashes off before he can shoot back a retort.]