MINI-EVENT: RENDEZVOUS

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MINI-EVENT: RENDEZVOUS

March 9th, 2022
Tasked with picking up some emergency botanical supplies, the Peregrine stopped in Meodriotope in February and is now making haste towards another ship, for a rendezvous and hand-off of the supplies. In late morning, the view out of the windows on one side of the Peregrine will be blocked almost entirely by another ship — the Feather, also from the Admiralty's fleet. The hand-off will take place here, between two ships.

In the afternoon (local Peregrine time), a mini transport from the other ship docks in the Peregrine's loading bay. Three passengers disembark to assist in the loading, have some brief conversations, and then be on their way.

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1. Observing the Feather

The Feather is one of the oldest ships in the Admiralty's fleet, a fact that is perhaps less known than intuited, simply by looking at it. While the Peregrine's sleek helices and centre spire move through space like some deep-sea organism, the Feather is a great drifting whale, its broad and boxy body speckled with simple portholes. The sides are painted with murals — abstract swirls of colour, flowers the size of houses, massive birds flitting between them. There's text that must have taken quite the ladder to paint: "Hope is a thing with feathers!" The murals are patchy and worn, but there's a lot of love there.

But despite how massive it is, it floats weightless in space. It comes so close to the Peregrine's side that it almost seems like they could brush, and the ships' respective force-fields thrum as they "merge", blending into one large bubble. In the distance, one can see quite a number of passengers on an outside deck, gathered at the railings to watch. Too far to shout across, but certainly close enough to see tiny limbs waving hello!

In the observatory, the computer monologues:

"The Feather. Currently on the 18th year of its current mission. Current population consists of 295 wardens, 306 inmates, 5 graduates in-transition and 53 supporting staff. Most passengers are from Earth Variants. The Feather is currently headed by Navarch Margaret "Old Lady" Lloyd, a Navarch with 45 years of experience..."

2. Loading the Materials

Want to lend a hand? The more the merrier. The crates of Lover's Kiss must be brought to the loading bay, checked and then loaded into the waiting transport ship. Caution is a must; we can't have the flowers crushed or damaged when they're sorely needed for medicines at their final destination.

Helping, of course, are the representatives from the Feather: two wardens and an inmate. (They'll have their own top levels below!)

3. Rewards

Passengers identified to the Navarch as having assisted in the gathering efforts will have a delivery bot stop by with a clear plastic container fogged over by steam. The container is warm to the touch, and opening it reveals a lusciously greasy cheeseburger with all the fixings, a mound of thick-cut salted french fries, and the fattest, cheesiest, richest-looking slice of pizza known to mankind. The food is cradled by red food-wrapping sheets with a white PIZZA PLANET logo. Enjoy!

(Or kill someone for a french fry after weeks or months of eating processed food substitutes. You do you.)

4. Oops, Caught Red-Handed!

So there was that thing the Navarch said — the flowers are fragile and must be handled with care, as they are only useful intact. And sure enough, on the surface of Meodriotope, dutiful flower-pickers had discovered that if you plucked them too roughly, they'd explode, leaving red stains that take weeks to wear off skin, even with dutiful scrubbing. It's been weeks and they're just starting to fade, fortunately, but there's a second phase.

Passengers stained red might discover they're having trouble sleeping. The redder they are, the longer their minds refuse to rest. In severe cases, this results full-blown insomnia. In mild cases, the body may shut down while the mind remains completely alert. These effects could last anywhere between a few days to a full week.

Good luck!

Comments

[smugreport]

[ He visibly cringes at the word "disappear" still not entirely sure of what Volk's fate was but still quietly disturbed at the ability for an inmate here to up and vanish none the less. ]

Wait- are you a transfer?

[ She's speaking with such confidence about the averages, no loose assumptions. ]

[shadowsran]

Yep. [Popping the 'p'.] Three years, and change. Don't take everything I say super seriously - grain of salt, this is a different ship and it's running different than I'm used to, so there's no saying everything's gonna line up with my experience.

[smugreport]

The barge?

[ He wiggles his fingers at that. Like ~~~~the barge~~~~ ]

Or another one? Cause I don’t really remember you- no offence.

Though in my defence my time there is really fuzzy, like I’ve forgotten names and faces to and extent that should probably be concerning.

[shadowsran]

Yep. [Popped, once more. Pointedly, her focus remains on the other ship. It's casual, as she continues.]

Didn't care for you. Didn't talk to you much. Don't know if I'd call some fuzzy stuff out of the ordinary though, kind of makes sense to me that getting funneled around would poke a couple holes where there wasn't anything strong to start with.

[That you'd keep what's important, and the rest would be lost to some insane multiversal bullshit. She can believe pretty much anything at this point. Wouldn't be a shock.]

[smugreport]

[ That gets a confused look. ]

Didn't care fo- did I know you? I don't think we knew each other.

[ Maybe she just meant the impression she'd gotten from the couple of network posts he'd made in his time there but...c'mon. Talk about judgey! ]

That [ sounds bad and waaaait a minute ]...hey wait what do you mean "nothing strong to start with?"

[shadowsran]

We did, not that I spoke to you much.

[A shrug. She doesn't allow it any pointed flippancy, however tempting it may be — good for those types, she'd wager, to remember they're only the center of their own universe.]

And I'm talking 'relative memories', is all. You're going to have more cause to remember a good friend or someone who killed you than you'd have for someone you passed in the hallways once in awhile.