uno

[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]

[ That air huh? Even in a skintight bodysuit and a yukata, they can't hide who they are. That isn't really a bad thing, is it? ]

Ah... aren't we going to be dispersed to other ships?

[ Sorry for interrupting your game, Chris. But she thinks she knows it and it just kinda... came out. She looks pretty hopeful that she's right, at the very least. She's not sure she's up for any more excitement. ]

[siegel]

[ he doesn't mind the sudden jumping in, more laughing to himself when the pardner said she wouldn't be having none of the pop quizzin'. ka ka kawaii. ]

Yeah, what she said. [ nodding his head over. ] We could be splitting up from here, too.

[optimystic]

Yep! That's the word on the street. Sounds like there are a ton of little ships and they all have small crews that have to work together. But-- [she draws out the 'u' in but to make it sounds super dramatic]

What will we be doing on these ships?

[torsion]

That's what it appears to be, though I'm unsure what goal there may be for the ships that they need to work together or why they circle this one.

[ Jill just falls silent and looks to Chris. Her moment of glory is over, back to the regularly scheduled contestant. You can't phone a friend anymore, sorry. ]

[siegel]

[ let's see if he can save this. process of elimination and all, thanks to nunally there's no sort of contest or prize winner in all of this. he rubs at his stubble for a good moment or so before speaking up. ]

Ratings, maybe? Not sure if were all in a sort of competition with one another, but it seems we'll have to work with our crewmates for good viewership?

[optimystic]

Yeah, that's close enough. Sorry, that was kind of an open-ended question.

The answer I was looking for was do our random ship-job, but you kinda hit on that. [she taps her chin. Oh! Then she straightens up, balls her fists in front of her, and looks like she's about to say the most important thing in the universe]

And what delicious, life-giving food are we deprived of on these ships?

[torsion]

[ Random ship-job that, from what she gathers, doesn't seem to be done by essentially... anyone. All she hears about is how no one really does anything and there's nothing to do. Maybe that just means that occasionally they throw something dramatic at everyone, right?

Maybe it's better to not think on it too heavily. ]

Apparently, we're deprived of everything but some kind of gel protein? Doesn't sound very appetizing.