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[interspace]

WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Marsiva hospitality deck
WHEN May 20th because I'm a loser

[ The comm is set down on a table, facing down to give a wide angle of a young redheaded woman who is basically standing inside of a couch. Phasing! She looks to the camera, brows raised very pointedly!! And then walks forward to one of the walls leading further into the Marsiva and pushes.

Nada.

She looks back to the camera. Walks back to the couch, does a slow turn around while standing inside of it, then goes back and pushes on the wall again. After a moment, she steps back, uses both hands to point at the stubborn wall. ]

Is anyone else seeing this shit?

Comments

[interspace]

That you know about.

[ She's grinning back, seems fine with the give and take going on. ]

[poetontheinside]

How the fuck would they be able to keep that a secret? You don't seem to be too good at that.

[interspace]

Okay, hold on. Are you trying to get me to prove a negative by providing a positive?

[poetontheinside]

No, I'm saying you seem pretty shitty at keeping secrets, so if you existed in my world I woulda known.

[interspace]

[ She just smiles, a smile of oh you tempered with annoyance. You might know the one. ]

We're in space. Alternate universe, probably, and I highly doubt this is the weirdest thing we're going to see out here. Back home, it's my job. Anywhere else, I'd scope things out more. But space? C'mon.

[poetontheinside]

[He totally knows the one. And man, it's just that the thought of there being superheroes in his world and him not knowing about them makes him sad.]

Alright, alright, I get it already.

[interspace]

[ Trust her, she knows the thought. ]

If you say so. Anyway, I'm Misha. Guess you don't know anything about the lockout here, huh?

[poetontheinside]

I'm Ray. And nah, other than the time I spent in there? I tried taking some of the walls apart but they didn't tell me nothin' about why you can't walk through 'em.

[interspace]

What did they tell you?

[ Man, now she's interested in trying to take the walls apart herself. Thanks, guys. ]

[poetontheinside]

That I was stuck in space and that there's people watching us as reality TV. [Welcome!]

[interspace]

The walls told you that, huh? Chatty.

[poetontheinside]

That's funny, you're really funny. The walls told me that I had a fucking chip implanted in me that magically taught me enough engineering to get what was happening inside of ' em.

[interspace]

Uh-huh. Yeah, so what was happening inside of them?

[poetontheinside]

You pull open of those panels there [and he gestures-- there's one, hidden in the wall, right behind her] and see for yourself.

You got any idea what kinda augment you got? Feel any more knowledge about anything?

[interspace]

[ What? She turns around and looks, then gets even closer to look. She has her visor, sure, but it's sometimes better to just see it up and personal. ]

Um... augment. Huh. Not really. Do I have options? Is this multiple choice?

[poetontheinside]

Choice? No. Feel around the back of your neck, you're gonna freak out but there's gonna be like like- a little bump there. A chip. Uploads stuff into your brain, like putting a floppy disk into a computer. [90s alert]

[interspace]

Don't—fuck, I know about that already. Figured it out pretty quick. I meant... are there categories to this knowledge? What am I looking for?

[poetontheinside]

[He grimaces a little when she says she already knew, feeling a little silly, but he catches it before it can grow into a full-on expression] Oh, uh-- yeah, I mean, I got some engineering, but I can't fly the ships, you need a different chip for that. Think there's a security one, too, and some other ones that aren't as clear.

[interspace]

[ She'd usually be fine with playing nice over it, but it looks like the augments are a sore spot. ]

Oh... oh. Yeah, I think flying ships. That sounds right. Well, that's eerily accurate of my apparent choices.

[poetontheinside]

You fly as well as walk through walls?

[interspace]

Yes.

[ Let that one sink in. ]

[poetontheinside]

[God he is so jealous of all of this, he is visibly repressing his annoyance]

You don't have to look so smug about that.

[interspace]

Well, no, but... I'd have to be pretty dead inside to not be happy about being able to fly. [ Her head tilts to the side. ] If you want me to tone down the brat, guess I could oblige, though.

[poetontheinside]

[He seems to consider it for a second, then shakes his head with a small grin] Nah, you're right. Go and gloat, leave us regular mortals feeling pathetic.

[interspace]

See? Now you're getting the idea.

[ Her smile is slightly apologetic before it blooms further into an actual grin. ]

So what's a pathetic mortal do in a place like this, anyway?