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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

[torsion]

[ The kind so out of the ordinary that this doesn't have her hyperventilating. ]

It's wonderful to meet you, as well, Nunnally. I appreciate the offer, but I think all I might need right now is information. If you can think of anything that might be helpful to be made aware of, I'd appreciate it.

[ But Jill doesn't entirely expect there to be information that will be of much use, but it can't hurt to ask. ]

I was on an island run by a witch and occupied by spirits. Supposedly she would fulfill debts or wishes in exchange for work. I thought that I might be here because she went back on that promise.

[ But that doesn't seem to be the case. ]

[blindoptimism]

[she pauses... what is the most useful information to know]

The fleet is currently made up of a few small ships that all travel around one very large ship. Currently you should be on the large ship in the center. Once a week all the new arrivals are transported to the smaller ships, and assimilated into their crews. Ah... and as you mentioned [well, one of them mentioned] these network devices archive old conversations, so it's possible to go back and get a feel for all of the different ships and crews.

[ah, and her face falls. Geez, that's a crazy story]

I see... I'm sorry. [getting tricked or lied to is sad :(]

[torsion]

[ That can be a pretty lofty thing, can't it? Especially because you don't always figure it out on the spot. Sometimes it takes a little while and doesn't immediately occur to you. ]

I see. If new arrivals are transported to other ships, does that mean this one is usually empty? Or do people eventually return here? [ More likely the latter, right? If this i the largest ship, it would stand that it's probably not on autopilot. Maybe it's full of the people (or things) that brought them here and that's why they are so eager to make them leave? ] I'm grateful for the information, of course.

[ She doesn't say that she'll be doing that because it feels a little... well, creepy. ]

It's alright. It was a long-shot, anyway. I might not have gotten what I came there for, but I also gained something very... important while there. I wouldn't trade it for anything else.

[blindoptimism]

Mm, yes at least for a few days before someone new arrives. And to my knowledge no one has returned there. Other than acting as the center of the fleet, it seems that it was not intended for our use other than new people arriving. [and no one has died yet, so they don't quite know about that function]

[ah, and then she pasues and smiles a little. An item? An experience? Whatever it was, it seems that she brought it with her, in a sense]

Then I'm glad that your work wasn't entirely negated by coming here.

[torsion]

Is that so? Is it possible to come here once you've been put on another ship, then? Or has no one tried because it seems to be pointless?

[ What other questions should she be asking? It feels like there are a thousand buzzing around in her skull, throwing around until she her head's thrumming in steady beats.

A headache is coming on. ]

Likewise. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here?

[ Maybe it's a four months sort of thing? How hopeful. ]

[blindoptimism]

I know some people have attempted to use smaller shuttle ships to approach the large ship, but there are no entry points that we've found.

We-- I've only been here for a few weeks. Most of us woke up here at that time, and slowly new people have been arriving each week. It seems that our, ah... "season" has only just begun.

[torsion]

That's a bit disconcerting. It makes it sound like we're trapped here. There must be exit points, though, right?

[ She's not a huge science fiction fan, so you'll have to forgive her when her first thought isn't that they'll be beamed out of her, teleported, whatever. She's a practical person.

That fights monsters. Sometimes with rocket launchers. ]

I see. I guess if you take into consideration how things work on television shows, that's to be expected. Slow introduction of new... new characters. Plot-twists, sometimes. Hopefully we're not going to make things any more difficult for you.

[ She seems young. Jill doesn't want to be condescending and ask if she needs help or someone to look out for her or anything like that. She remembers how she was when she had been young (willful is one way to put it), but at the same time... it's never easy to ask for help when you need it. Or company. ]

I guess this means we're in for the long haul, right? [ Maybe she'll try, anyway. ] You can count on me, if you need anything.

[blindoptimism]

There might be. I haven't been able to explore it myself yet, but as far as I know no one has found anything. [and she tries pretty hard to keep in the loop of what people have found]

[Nunnally smiles gently. This woman is being nothing but exceedingly kind. Coming to a new place, being ripped from something suddenly, and now she's the one who is offering to look out for her? It's a very sweet gesture and Nunnally appreciates it. She nods along as Jill talks about the structure of the reality show, and then bows her head slightly at the kind offer]

Indeed. We all have a lot to gain, I think, from working together. You can also count on me for anything that you need. [although she's sure it sounds like a slightly hollow offer coming from someone who seems so young]

[torsion]

Well, myself and the big lug that came here with me are going to see if we can. I'm not sure if it'll do any good, but it might in the future.

[ If there was any doubt that they knew one another prior to their arrival here, this is probably a good indication that they know one another. Other than the way they seem to stand close and butt into one another's conversations. There's a comfortable atmosphere on the other end.

She takes in something of an audible breath that nearly falls on the sigh spectrum. When he exhales, it's a puffy laugh in a string of two or three. ]

Yeah, it's... a lot to take in. I don't disagree, though. In this sort of situation we need to remember that we're all in the same boat -- or ship, rather.

[ No, she thinks it's a wonderful offer. Maybe she can't do the same things that Jill can and maybe it's... who knows if it'll be of any use. But the fact that she offers means a lot. ]