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[siegel]

Who: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, & errbody.
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)

( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]

The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?

[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]

Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.

Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?

[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]


( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.

Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]

Comments

action

[optimystic]

[Wow way to be the most quiet people. Eventually Maya happens to walk nearby, and pauses... More people! :D Huh, they look pretty close.. .maybe a couple? She'll have to find out.

So yep, have one spirit medium weird girl waaaaving at the two of you and calling out a greeting]

Hey! Are you new here too?

forever and ever

[siegel]

[ with how quiet and empty it was when they both arrived, the two of them figured they were either; going crazy or stuck alone in space. that is, until a few helpful spacemates (competition? space big brother contenders?) had filled them in on the basics. at least this was in no way the witch's fault, sorry boss.

the colors from her outfit cause him to turn first before anything else, caught in his periphery. though when it turns out the figure is just a spirit medium weird girl, he shoots her a wave in return. albeit small and awkwardly... wow, that ENTHUSIASM. ]

You bet. [ it takes him a second to realize he'd just gotten caught up in the nonchalance spiel. ] I'm guessing you woke up here, too?

tracks this for good measure

[torsion]

[ Honestly, going crazy doesn't seem that awful an option lately -- a few weeks ago, maybe. Now she just wants to settle things down, take a breather, and maybe do some sweaty hand-holding with the pardner.

Jill notices her before Chris does, her senses still over-reactive and body just as keen; her head turns minutely in the direction she is coming from and eyes briefly following suit before falling back on the one beside her. Reactions like this still make her stomach sick.

On the bright side, the enthusiasm more than makes up for her own ill feelings, the cheer in her voice managing to affect her in turn. Body still stiff, she folds an arm over her waist, but holds no ounce of unwelcome in her expression. ]

We only arrived a little while ago. Are you alright?

[ Jill is pretty sure she's alright. ]

video (/tags in to the sunset...... )

[blindoptimism]

Hello. [the random girl on the other end of the video bows her head slightly, then looks back at the video feed]

I'm afraid we only know bits and pieces, but it seems to be implied that we are on some sort of... television program in space. We've all been taken from vastly different worlds, and we must work together on these small space ships.

you're never too ogrewhelming meem

[siegel]

[ it's a good thing he's used to getting plucked out of nowhere to work on a debt while dealing with spirits, but being on a tv show (in space) was something he can't help but squint at. though he belatedly realizes the girl on the screen was kind enough to answer, giving her a small nod in return. ]

I appreciate you cutting to the chase, really. [ uncrossing his arms from his wide sleeves, taking a more hunched stance when setting his hands to his knees. ] It's something more than we could've ever guessed on our own, so.. all of this is being broadcasted? Now?

<333

[blindoptimism]

I apologize if it's a lot to take in. This entire situation is quite... surreal.

And it's quite possible that we are always being broadcasted. I haven't seen the show personally, and we haven't interacted with anyone from another planet who has seen it. But, there is a woman's voice that announces important things that occur, and she seems to imply that we are always being watched.

[torsion]

[ Jill is still off screen for the most part, dipping her head in over his shoulder you get the right half of her face on an angle. Brows raised and what appears to be a smile on her face, though it still has a neutral sense about it. ]

This is all very... disconcerting. You mention work, though -- what kind of work exactly is it we're expected to do? Or was that a more general statement?

[blindoptimism]

Well... we're not really forced to do anything. But it seems that we've all been given a host of new information and skills that we did not have previously. [she motions to the spot near the ear where the augment can be felt]

Among this information is the ability to perform a function on a spaceship. It's assumed that we must all pool our skills together and through this teamwork the ship will function as intended.

video

[sugoooi]

[ No waves, no greetings--just this dork's face moved way too close to the screen once he gets it working. ]

Hi! Hey--do you work for reality TV too??

also video.

[torsion]

[ Over the shoulder of the big bara, she pops her head into his field of vision, her ponytail falling over him, tight against his neck. ]

Not until today, apparently. [ Sharp, almost accusatory: ] Why, are you the one that brought us here?

[siegel]

[ chris should know better than to lean back, and yet.. he still does. his expression simmers down until he squints back at the screen. the question probably came from their odd choice in attire, though the pink yukata really isn't helping him in this case. still, he crosses his arms before replying. huffffsss ]

Afraid not. Not sure what gives you that sort of impression, kid.

voice;

[aberrant_type]

Welcome to outer space! You've had a small machine implanted into your head by powers unknown to give you more information about your circumstances, and you've been brought here to be on "television" and entertain others.

[She sounds totally cheerful about all of this.]

[siegel]

[ he'd switch to the same channel the voice was on, but doesn't really bother to now that they'd most likely seen him and jill. video on their end it is, then. ]

Yeah.. [ fighting the urge to run a hand down the back of his head, instead pressing to lean agasint the console controls like a cool guy. though the voice is the second person he's run into with that much Enthusiasm. ] Figured when I woke up with some vague understanding of space. Shuttles, stars, and light years? Something jammed into my head, was it?

[ though now it made sense as to why they'd woken up in the hospital wing. ]

[torsion]

I see. I suppose I've gauged that much, but it's still just a bit surreal.

[ Jill is still reeling from everything that's happened over the past several months and the suddenness of all of this. She could adapt, sure. It's just... being there and being here. It was like a punch to the back of the head.

And the implant unnerves her. Seeing it on Chris, seeing it on her. An accidental touch sends shockwaves through her system. What if. ]

If entertainment's what they -- him, her, it? -- is after, then they're barking up the wrong tree. Being taken here against my will isn't really incentive to do a dog and pony show.

voice;

[payback]

It's been pretty safe here so far, I think...

[siegel]

[ oop, second voice. he's content on video on his end still, not that talking to a little audio visualizer isn't fun. the last part is enough for him to slap the metaphorical dad pants are on, in the form of: arms crossed. ]

You think?

[torsion]

[ Something of a soft, relieved sigh. Lovely. ]

That's great to hear. The first I've heard of that. Then again I'm sure people would be more urgent than welcoming if this wasn't the case.

action

[mortalcoil]

[little did they know that there was something lurking on the Marsiva. just when they thought they were safe...


...meaning that there is a stealthy little one-eyed creep sneaking around, trying to get close enough to listen and observe, testing his luck on not being spotted by them]

[siegel]

[ at least it isn't actual cannibal, shia labeouf. chris doesn't notice at first, since he's too busy going over their disgusting teenage post-it notes full of their scrawled teenage dream confessions (at each other) during their stay in koriko.

carrying on their conversation with their pardner, unknown to the hidden dangers of the marsiva. ]

How'd we both manage to get from Koriko to this place? [ idly flapping a bright post it note as he muses. ] Think the Witch is in cahoots with whoever's running this place?

[ their former boss had a lot of friends from odd places. and maybe aliens or spacepeeps took privy to her little resort island, too. ]

video

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[okay, so he might have had a couple of drinks. but he comes in over the network looking at least passable, pale-faced and attentive.]

Whoa, hey. Did we get a couple of buddies this time? That's new.

[torsion]

[ She's still positioned far enough out of the frame that her appearance is almost jarring to deal with; a little to the side, her face only in the frame as she strains for it to be. ]

Yeah. I'm Jill and this is my partner, Chris. People arriving together or knowing one another isn't something that's happened before?

[siegel]

[ looking pale especially when the camera does add ten pounds (jk) is never good, though he won't pry about it at this time. tilting himself to watch the feed from his seat on the edge of the console itself, it's surprising to hear they might be the first butties to show. ]

What she said. [ pointing with his chin off screen towards the pardner. ] I'm guessing the other contestants or shipmates usually don't have that sort of luck? Though I suppose we sort of left a place at the same time—[ squints as he tries to make sense of things, briefly. he gives up trying to soon. ] Gotta admit, don't know how she and I managed this one either.

voice

[amarant]

You already sound quite knowledgeable. What else do you need to know?

[torsion]

[ Her voice is strained, bordering annoyed. The situation, of course, is what gets her. Not the company (physically present or otherwise). ]

How should I know? If I don't know this place and its history and I just got dropped of here, how would I know what would be useful, pointless, important or unimportant?

[ She groans, frustration only growing. ]

[siegel]

[ chris, on the other hand, is faring a bit better. random ship assignments and tiny machines embedded into his skin aside, he's gone from squinting at the whole situation to shrugging things off and fighting the urge to roll his eyes at some aspects. ]

So, protein in cubes? Nacho flavored paste? Mind telling me more about the specifics?

[ he's seen some of it from wandering around the marsiva. eugh. at least he was being the better sport. sorry, pardner. ]