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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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... I know. You have been hurting this entire time. Every time a setback occurs, your pain grows.

[And Lup was strong. She had weathered so much, endured so much. But here, now, she was fracturing, in the very place that could have offered her more, for every slap in the face it gave her. The irony of -- living.]

But you are accustomed to... enduring. A downside, to being as strong as you are. You feel guilt for all of it happening in the first place, fear that he may not accept anything that comes from you. It will... only hurt more if you continue this way. Hiding... your pain.

[She can't help but laugh at that, quiet and bitter.]

Aren't we all kind of fucked up in that way? I can't... I can't tell him, he barely wants to get all feelsy with people he knows well, nevermind someone he still considers near a stranger. If the lich stuff doesn't scare the shit out of him, the rest will just weird him out. And he-

[She looks down, her hands twisting together again.]

...he... I don't... I don't even know how he'd react if he found out about the staff. And that's scary, too.

[To know that she was with him, watching, all this time? Shooting spells at Angus and Kravitz, selfishly, trying to get his attention? He already doesn't trust her. It could be so much worse.]

It is scary.

[She had evaded going directly to Lotor for that same reason, the more she scrambled to put herself together here. She well knew it was hard to deal with that sort of fear.]

But... more than that, he seems... more of the sort of person who would be angrier if you did not try at all, if he had any suspicion of your holding back. Even if it is not something he can fully comprehend, the way things are now. Especially now that this circumstance has already occurred.

...Yeah. I know, I...

[It's difficult to hear it said aloud, to hear it from someone else- something that a part of her, deep down, has been trying to remind her of for months now. Taako hates to be left in the dark, hates to be lied to. They grew up always hearing whispers behind their backs, from their family, then from people in the caravans who didn't understand them, even from complete strangers who spotted the unusual pair looking wild and vulnerable alone on the open roads. They relied on each other as much as they did because no one around them could be trusted.

And of course he knows something's up, here. Her face alone is proof of secrets left unshared, the voidfish's static only adding to the mystery, and the frustration. That is, perhaps, the worst of it- how powerless she is to help him.]

I can't tell him, though. Like, literally, I can't. Not all of it. I tried already, Kravitz tried, Magnus tried- all he hears is static. He couldn't- that first day, he didn't even hear my name. How am I supposed to get around something like that?

[She nods, falling quiet for a moment, considering her words carefully before she speaks.]

It is true that it blocks you. However, even if you consider that you cannot tell him these things directly... you are still spending time with him. You have a... bond, even if it is not the same as it once was. He is used to your presence, now, as hard as it must have been when you both arrived here.

[It is easier, to read these sorts of things in others.]

In his own way, he may now sense that there is something more, as you... continue to connect, even if he cannot grasp the truth of it fully. You do have that.

...Uuuuuuuuuugh. [She abruptly bends forward as Haggar finishes her response, burying her hood against her knees, tugging at the material so it's pinned more tightly around her skull, as if that'll somehow block it all out.] I hate that you're making so much sense. Quit that, aren't I supposed to be the one who lectures you on how to be people?

[And of course she brings up bond, of all things. Of all the words to use. It resonates uncomfortably, burrowing deep even though she tries to shake it off. Bonds and ties and tethers and memories- all of them winding together, woven like a tapestry of threads that connects her and Taako together. From womb to the bond engine on the Starblaster, they've always been intertwined, separated by distance but never the soul.

Here is just... a setback. The thread if frayed, but it's not severed.

"He wants to remember you."

With an exasperated exhale, she rolls over, kicking the lower half of her robe up onto the bed. Even though her lower body sort of fades out in her spectral form, no real legs to be seen, it gives off much the same effect of her on her back, legs propped up against the bed, her arms stretched out at her sides as far as the chains will allow.]

Okay. Okay, I get it, I'll... talk to him. When we're out of here, when I can be me again. So stop being such a mom already.

[Haggar watches her react, at first in her usual quiet way, with little more than a blink. But after a moment passes, she finds her shoulders quivering, as she gives way to a soft laugh that bubbles up unexpectedly. At... all of it, and that strange but dramatic reaction, but not unkindly. The situation was still terrible, but in spite of all the terrible draining feelings and the wretched state they both were still in from the ritual, it... hadn't all gone poorly.]

... If I have truly achieved something like that, I do not feel that I fully wish to stop.

[Her own little... joke. She knows that Lup had been under so much strain with nowhere for it to go, so it was understandable, that she still needed that little push, that--advice, from another source. Fears could be so encasing.

It was an odd sort of role reversal for them, with the way Haggar often found herself looking to the elf for guidance and still would need to.]

Mm... well, never say I didn't warn you. I'm a big ol' handful of a child. Most of the fam said I wasn't worth the trouble.

[Eh, maybe it's good for her. To practice, or... whatever. Since she wants to be a mom again. Not like it really matters or means anything, just one more word to throw around in the right moment. Or wrong one. Who even knows.

.....

Gods, she really must be getting sentimental. Fuck this place, seriously.]

[Emotions were so tricky, and sentiment... well, once something like that got through cracks, it liked to run deep. Unusual, but not... unwelcome.]

Do not worry. Your warning has been... noted.

[Was it practice? She didn't know if she ever would have a chance to really speak to Lotor in this way. If he would allow it, from her, no matter how hard she worked for that opportunity, that chance of acceptance. But it was nice, to... have the opportunity, even so.

It ... felt good, to be able to give to someone else, even after all that take of energy. An unexpected consequence.]

But you are worth the time to me, and I do not believe that will change.

[They both understood the weight of rejection, but there was a comfort in this... openness.]

....D'aww. Quit trying to make me cry, there's no tear ducts in these bones.

[Her tone is thick with bravado, but there's an underlying softness, if Haggar listens close. Almost a vulnerability, one stubbornly fought. Walls long built are difficult to tear down.

And then, as if all of this is edging too close to something she isn't prepared to deal with right now-]

Not to kick you out or anything, but... I think I'm gonna pass out for a while. Maybe trance off whatever the fuck just happened. And you kinda look like you could do the same thing.

Yes... it is time.

[She picked up on that note in Lup's tone, hard not to, considering how things were.

Still, it was fair, there was a lot left for them both to still process, even if they had managed to talk some of this out. The advice seemed to be taken to heart, anyway. Perhaps a few other things as well.

With a soft exhale, she carefully rises to her feet with a wince, feeling the shift of coiled energy that contrasted with the strain of headache with her change of position. This ship did not contain enough blankets for the nest she wanted.]

Rest, and contact me if you have a need.

[Even if that was--just to talk. With that said however, she'll nod and then... well, simply warp her way out to her own room.]

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