annexedmeme | Test Drive Meme #1

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Test Drive Meme #1

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⇝ Test Drive Memes usually take place in a virtual reality simulation occurring in characters' minds that tests them for 'fitness' before they enter the setting officially. However, for the first TDM, it will be set in the real world and centered around the arrival of the first crop of extra-universal "recruits."
⇝ Test Drive Meme threads may be considered game canon so long as all parties agree to it.
⇝ Test Drive Meme threads do count for Activity Check.

Welcome to the Broken World.

You can't even remember how you got here.

All you know is that one moment you were in a world you were used to, comfortable in. It might have been a regular day or the most important day of your life, in the middle of a meal or brushing your teeth or the battle to save the world or the moment of your death. Whoever took you didn't seem to care what you were doing when you were taken, and now that you're here, they still don't seem to care.

You wake up after what seems like the blink of an eye, nauseous and dizzy but otherwise unscathed, possessions taken away, barefoot and dressed only in a set of plain grey clothing, like the most bland uniform ever imagined, in an empty room with empty walls and one single door with a small barred window and a single number printed just above it. The door is locked and cannot be broken by any means, you can feel your connection with any superhuman powers you had severed, leaving them just out of reach - you can feel them there, tingling at your fingertips or in the back of your brain, but you just can't get to them. There is no one to greet you or explain what's happening. You start to lose track of time, the only sound the distant ticking of what sounds like a massive clock.

Just when things seem hopeless, when you feel like you're about to go mad, there's the sound of a commotion outside your door. The sounds of a battle, or perhaps an infiltration gone just slightly wrong. Either way, when the door opens, there is a figure there with a hand outstretched.

"Welcome to the Broken World. Come on, we'll explain everything just as soon as we get you and the others out of here."

i. The Rescue

The moment of peace and freedom doesn't last for long.

Even while you're still disoriented from everything that's happened in the past few hours, the person who's just freed you pushes a gun into your hands. If you're familiar with guns, it's simple enough to use, with a recognizable safety and trigger, a magazine of bullets attached to the bottom. If you're not familiar with guns, well...the person who just rescued you will give you a minute-long introduction to it. Press this button, click this hammer back, pull the trigger to shoot. Nothing fancy, but enough that you won't hurt yourself or anyone else you're not supposed to be hurting. Probably.

After being handed the gun, the person rescuing you looks at you not unkindly and gestures for you to follow, leads you through a maze of concrete corridors to the entrance of the building. There, you'll find something of a small warzone, a battle in progress though almost completed, in the parking and courtyard area between several small, squat concrete buildings. There, huddled in the safety of the building's entryway, the person who just rescued you will point across the courtyard toward an encroaching patch of jungle and quickly explain the situation - you've been brought to this place by the Sylphid, long-standing enemies who will "eat your soul" and replace you if they catch you, and the person rescuing you is part of a resistance army intending to overthrow them. You're to make your way across the courtyard and into the jungle, where you'll find someone named Brycen, a blue-skinned man who will get you out of here even as the battle rages on.

The courtyard is mainly open, with a few benches and trees that can be used as cover, and there is a small group of Sylphid - the enemy, the people who took you and are now shooting at you, but who look like average everyday people - who are taking potshots at whoever crosses the courtyard even as they engage with the rebels. You'll be provided with suppressive fire from those same rebels while you cross the courtyard, but other than that, you're on your own unless you want to take the run with whoever else just got rescued.

ii. Race Through The Jungle

Once you make your way across the courtyard and into the jungle, you'll find Brycen waiting for you about a 10 minute walk in. The moment he sees you, he gestures you over and leads you a few feet further into the underbrush where there are a few All-Terain Vehicles parked in a small clearing. Shooting you a little grin, Brycen spreads his arms to present the vehicles, then heads over to the closest one. What follows is a quick explanation of how to use the ATV, a small hovercraft that can seat two. Brycen points out another ATV that is driven by a member of the resistance, and tells you that this person will guide you to the Witches Camp, where you'll be living from now on. But it's on you to pilot the ATV from here to there.

Well, you and your new friend.

See, there are half as many ATVs as there are people, and each one does seat two. Brycen gestures at the nearest extra-universal arrival and tells both of you to hop on. Now, you're both bound for the Witches Camp together, for better or worse. It's a long walk, so don't piss off your pilot!

Or overturn the ATV or crash it, because the path from the clearing to the Witches Camp is rough, without many trails or paths that have been carved out of the underbrush, something the revolutionaries have done to avoid being tracked back to their home. The ride will be bumpy, hover-vehicle or not, with a lot of swerving to avoid obstacles and dodging to avoid branches. Hopefully, you won't have a run-in with any of the local jungle wildlife, which can range from small, relatively harmless animals to lizards the size of small dinosaurs and wild cats.

It's a wild ride, but eventually you make it to the Witches Camp, a sprawling maze of low-to-the-ground buildings and markets interspersed with jungle for cover, and the rebel leading you keeps doing so until you pull up in front of Central Command. This building is one of the nicer ones in the area, and houses the Witch herself as well as the seat of the revolution. This is where all of the rebel plans are made and where new arrivals are put up.

iii. Welcome Home

Once you enter Central Command, you'll find that they've prepared space for you. First, you'll be led to the residential area of the large building and given the keycard to your new apartment, a small furnished studio apartment with a main living/sleeping area, a desk, kitchenette, bathroom with shower stall, and a walk-in closet for storage. Once you've been oriented to your new apartment, you'll be taken to pick your network device from an array of devices ranging from ultra-modern tablets that can fold into the shape of a phone to an equivalent of regular modern-day cell phones to magical tablets or books that can be interacted with by characters unfamiliar with technology. They'll also offer to alter your own phone or device to access the network, if you prefer that.

After that, you will be guided to one of the big board rooms in the Central Command, where you'll find a large spread of food on the table, ready to be dug into - all the staff at Central Command have brought food from home to share with the new arrivals. You'll also find notebooks and pens to take notes, because this is the official orientation, and you'll come out of it having learned pretty much everything about the rebellion, the Sylphid, how the rebellion originated and most importantly, how you got here and how you can go home.

This is where the rebels point out that helping them is helping yourself, because the only way to send you home is to commandeer the device that brought you here in the first place, and the only way to do that is to overthrow the Sylphid overlords.

After this presentation, no matter how accepting or skeptical you are, you'll be given a small stipend and set free to explore the city, linger around and chat over the potluck leftovers, go back to your apartment, make a network entry to meet other people, or whatever else you'd like to do. Want some new clothes? They can direct you to the markets. Looking to start learning magic? They can direct you to the Mage's Sector where you can find a teacher. Looking to dance your cares away in the wake of this terrible upheaval? They can direct you to a club in The Electric Heart that sells cocktails that'll erase all your pain for the evening.

Go wild. The Witches Camp is your new home. What will you make of it?

iv. Network

Once you've settled into your apartment in the evening, you're free to browse the internet and intranet on your new network device. Care to make an entry and meet the others in your same situation?

NAVIGATION

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Mikumo's gaze moves down to the glass momentarily, though that's not really what she needs to focus on here. As far as she can tell, the other woman isn't drunk or even tipsy, so it's likely safe to assume it's not a particularly strong drink. Given that, she can't really complain about the suggestion.

"I'll try it. I've been told I should try more new things," she replies, that amusement in her tone seeming to shift slightly, as if she's enjoying a personal joke. One might say she's used to trying new things, considering she previously thought herself to have amnesia beyond three years, and then learnt she just hadn't been alive longer than three years, but she never particularly sought it out. Recently, though, with her bandmates finding out about her artificial human status and her age along with it, they've been pushing her to have more experiences rather than just knowing about things.

She may as well start doing it on her own terms, she supposes, before someone else finds out and starts doing the same thing.

"I might not be finding this quite as much of an adventure as some others, anyway."

Codi hums in acknowledgement, but doesn't ask the question that immediately bubbles to her mind in response. Not yet. Mikumo asked for that drink, and she's going to get her one. Codi waves down the bartender and points at her glass to indicate that she wants another.

"Here," she says, gesturing for Mikumo to follow. "We can take this to the bar, yeah? I want to make sure no one grabs your drink before you can get to it."

More importantly, she also wants to make sure that her new friend doesn't bounce while she's fetching it herself. Not that the other woman has given any indication that she's flighty enough to try something like that, but Codi doesn't have a lot of money left to spend on these drinks, they need to count for something.

Mikumo's amused smile widens just a touch at that, because she can tell the invitation is in part to avoid her disappearing - given how prone she is to disappearing on her workmates, they sometimes try to insure against it. It doesn't usually work unless she's intending to hang around anyway, though.

But either way, she accepted the invitation to join her, so she'll go through with it even if the setting is less familiar than she'd like. Walking into line beside Codi, she takes in the bar area itself a bit more obviously than she has done since she came in. That part, at least, is quite similar to the bar in Ragnyanyan.

"Is that common? I've heard of not abandoning your drink in general, but I can't imagine the bar owners have any reason to not kick someone out if they're stealing drinks," she says, though admittedly she's seen it happen in coffee shops. It's just that that's usually stealing someone else's order when the person paid for a different thing.

Codi shrugs nonchalantly as she pulls out a set of stools for them to sit at - taking her own seat first, but making sure the other one is far enough out from the bar for Mikumo to sit down without adjusting it. Polite, but authoritative.

"I don't know," the woman says with a lazy smile. "I've only been here less than a day, and never to this club. They could do anything, right?"

This is a deflection, though not one that Codi finds terribly unreasonable, and it has the added bonus of gently leaning into the bits of insecurity she thinks she senses in Mikumo's answers so far. The implication that she doesn't get out much, that their 'adventure' might be a little too much for her. Is that actual apprehension, or is it an act to match the wallflower look? Codi intends to find out.

The drink she ordered is simple and made quick. The bartender places a fresh martini glass between the two women and Codi passes them a thumbs-up. She'll handle the tab on her way out.

"Go on, try it!" she grins. "I asked them to make me a gin martini, dry, and this is what they gave me. It's definitely not a gin martini. But it's really smooth, whatever it is!"

Mikumo takes the seat without complaint, though she sits with her back to the bar initially. It seems like she'd prefer to continue her people-watching to some degree rather than focus on the wall of drinks. The attempt to deflect gets a slight smile out of Mikumo, though she still mostly seems amused more than anything, like someone experiencing something novel.

"That sounds like a no. If you wanted to be that sure of my company, you could have just asked," she says, apparently not overly concerned about the white lie. She doesn't entirely see the point, since she's less likely to disappear on people than she once was anyway, but she supposes they all barely know each other here.

Mikumo does turn her head to watch the drink being made and placed, and nods a thanks to the bartender as she picks it up. The first thing she does, rather than drink it, is smell it - she could smell alcohol from several paces with her enhanced senses, which had somewhat put her off trying it, but it's less overpowering with her senses muted to normal human levels.

"Not sure about the smell," she offers, though she knows that's not necessarily an indicator of taste - one of the first foods she had outside her restrictive diet was Ragnan canned sea spiders, and those were much nicer than they'd looked. So she takes a small sip, holding it in her mouth for a few moments before she swallows. She can certainly taste the alcohol, but it feels like it fits in the overall taste of the drink rather than being distracting or overpowering, which she assumes is at least partially what calling it "smooth" had meant.

"It does go down easier than I would have expected. I wouldn't complain about having this again."

Oh, now that's an interesting response. Codi titters a small laugh to try and diffuse any tension, though she notes the lack of heat behind Mikumo's words - like she's more curious than annoyed at being jerked around. Perhaps the 'wallflower' angle is still accurate, in the sense that Mikumo is more observant that Codi initially gave her credit for. Mental notes are made. Otherwise, Codi remains silent, eyes slightly narrowed, until the drink is served.

"I'm glad you don't find it objectionable," she says wryly, holding up her own drink in a small toast before taking a long sip. Longer than she needs to, really. Mikumo calling her out so bluntly has ruffled Codi's feathers more than she'd like to admit.

She sets her now half-empty glass down gently on the bar, spinning in her seat so she's also facing the crowd.

"...I should apologize," Codi continues after a slight pause. "I meant what I said, about not knowing what to expect around here. That includes the people I meet. Please forgive my caution - it wasn't fair to you."

This is a slight exaggeration for the sake of being extra placating, but it's not untrue. One partial truth for one white lie. Codi tilts her head, eyebrows knitted to affect a look of innocence.

"Can we start over? Maybe with our names?" She offers a hand to shake. "Dakota Perkins. My friends call me Codi."

This is a test, new friend.

Mikumo has a tendency to ruffle people by being blunt, so she's not exactly surprised that it takes a few moments for things to circle back to addressing it. Honestly, this is probably on the lighter side of how bad she can be - at least there's nothing serious going on at the moment, or it would be about ten times worse.

Taking another sip of her drink, this one a little less drawn-out since she doesn't need to figure out the taste anymore, she glances over to Codi when she starts talking again. While she tends to take people more on their actions than their words, she can at least accept some degree of apology. Even if it seems a touch theatrical.

That said, a little deception can make things interesting sometimes, so for the moment, she takes the offered hand despite the innocent look seeming like a little much. Mikumo's handshake is oddly neutral, besides being quite confident.

"Mikumo Guynemer," she returns, not objecting to an introduction. The more people she at least knows here, the more idea she'll have of the kinds of people she's working with once things get serious. "Given how many different places we seem to be coming from - or times or universes, at the least - not knowing what to expect and working with what we have seems like the natural reaction. Even people who have travelled planets before seem at least a little thrown."

Judging by conversations she's had so far and network discussions she's spotted, at least. And her own experience, but she'll only pair herself to that if it comes up directly.

Codi grins brightly, returning the handshake without any added forcefulness or pressure. They're just two women having a drink together at a space club. No need to flex.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mikumo," she says. Her hand returns to her drink, although she doesn't pick it back up. "I'm getting that impression. The scale of all this must be...well. More than anyone was expecting, I suppose. It's hard to fathom."

She lets that statement hang for a moment, staring out into the throng of mingling partygoers.

"How about you?" Abruptly, Codi turns back to Mikumo with a curious tilt of her head. "You seem pretty level-headed about all of this. What's your take?"

Mikumo's curiosity is more about the how of getting here. Even in her world, where space travel is commonplace and swift, you generally need a decently sized ship to "fold" - essentially her world's version of warp travel - so individuals from different worlds all being transported to a single point indicates a potentially worrying level of advanced technology involved here. She's figuring it might be the same for others who have travelled worlds, where they might be used to being on entirely different planets with people from different places, but not this abruptly, or being thrown into a situation like this.

Placing her drink down for the moment somewhere she can still see it in the corner of her eye, Mikumo spreads her free hand in something almost like a shrugging motion.

"I suppose I'm used to what others would consider high-stress situations, so it takes more than this to make me lose my head," she says, seemingly not too concerned about disclosing that information now that it's been brought up. "But it is interesting that some of the technology these Sylphid have access to is past even what I'm familiar with. Long-distance space travel where I come from requires either a ship large enough to carry the power source needed to fold, or occasionally just a standalone power source, but the latter would usually only be able to open a single gate from one point to another. The fact that they could bring so many people from different origin points here at one time is impressive, even by my standards."

Codi might not understand everything that Mikumo just told her, but there's no doubt that she's enraptured by every bit of it. She nods along with a lean against her elbow on the counter, other hand slowly moving towards her drink until she pulls it away and hovers it near her face, expression locked in curiosity. Ultimately, she takes away two points:

First, that Mikumo not only comes from a fairly technologically advanced society, but also seems to understand a nontrivial amount of mechanics from it; and:

Second, that she's used to being under duress.

The second point ultimately strikes Codi as the most interesting. Mikumo might have started there and stated it rather bluntly, but she glossed over it and moved to more technical discussion quickly after. That sounds like a deflection to Codi's ears - or maybe it's just such a mundane statement of fact that the other woman doesn't feel like it bears elaborating. Either way, she needs details.

"...Mikumo, honestly," she starts through a small, befuddled huff of laughter, "What you're describing is probably decades past where my world is. You sound like you're in a good position to learn how technology here actually works - at least, in a better position than I am. Never been much of an electronics or science person, myself."

Mikumo doesn't look too surprised to hear that her technology is in the future compared to Codi's, since she's noted some others here who seem to be similarly from her "past", but it does present an opportunity to look into something else. Since they're now on the topic of relative time and technology anyway, it should be easy to turn things in that direction.

"It's hardly my job, but I work out of a space carrier, so it's difficult not to have some exposure to it," she points out, before turning the topic back. While her curiosity isn't nearly as visible as Codi's, a certain amount of it comes through in her tone. "What year and planet is it that you're from? I've heard there's an unusually high proportion of people from Earth so far."

She had a conversation on the network with someone regarding it earlier, and given what happened to the Earth she knows of, it's a useful way to highlight how many alternate histories of Earth - or alternate dimensions - they might have represented here as well.

Worked out of a space carrier? On the outset this doesn't sound like an especially stressful job, probably because Codi has no idea what a space carrier is or does or what kinds of jobs you would have on it. Maybe it's like a cargo carrier? Industry? Mikumo doesn't look like she works industry. Answer doesn't pass the sniff test, requires more follow-up.

But Codi puts a pin in that for now, cooperating gracefully with the flow of the conversation. "I'm from Earth, yeah," she says without hesitation. This isn't information she finds especially sensitive, so it seems like a reasonable chip to bargain for something in return. "Today was...March 10th, 2019. You?"

Mikumo's brows arch very slightly at that, but whatever interests her about the date doesn't come out just yet, as she instead just chooses to more directly answer the question posed.

"Late November 2067," she replies. Assuming it was still late November after she was captured, since she somewhat lost track of time during that period. That entire section of time after Freyja's birthday had been a little spotty for her, honestly, given everything that happened, and she reaches for her drink again almost to give herself something else to focus on.

"And I'm familiar with Earth, but I live on Ragna, which is some distance away. Ragnans are amphibious, since there's few natural landmasses on the planet - humans added a few of their own when they arrived."

Codi does her best to look suitably shocked by this information, although she was honestly expecting the date to be further in her future based on what Mikumo's told her already. Less than 50 years later, and humans have already colonized other planets with aliens on them? she thinks. Codi supposes it could happen, but she also feels like, with the world's foremost patent-producer at the head of her R&D department, she should have a good sense of how quickly and where technology is progressing in her time - and it's not been towards space travel. Everyone's been way too concerned with internal affairs to bother with stuff like that.

Codi mentally waves off the tangent. Details. There's enough time travel bullshit to explain away the discrepancy, she's sure. Besides, it's never been her job to untangle these sorts of questions, and she's not about to start now.

"Wow," she breathes, leaning back slightly on her stool. "Ragna, huh? And--please forgive me if this should be obvious--are you a Ragnan?"

Her surprise might be mostly fabricated, but this question is genuine. Observations have told Codi that the difference between human and alien is not as clear-cut as she might have anticipated they would be. Maybe it's as simple as 'Ragnans have purple hair.' Could be anything, really.

The way Mikumo's smile shifts slightly upwards implies that yes, it should be obvious, but considering most of the significant alien races in her universe are humanoid, she can't entirely blame someone for asking. Windermereans are practically indistinguishable from humans besides their runes, for example.

"Ragnans have fins and gills, so no," she says, rather simply. She's fairly certain some elements of her 'design' were to favour the fact that she mostly lives on Ragna, but she herself isn't a Ragnan. "Does your Earth have any alien contact at all at this point in your timeline?"

It's obvious already that things didn't go down the way they did where Mikumo comes from, but the discussion she had earlier involved someone from the same year as Codi who'd also already had alien contact with their Earth, so it's worth inquiring further.

Codi huffs a laugh and shrugs at the first answer - probably should have guessed that the amphibious species had more obvious aquatic features to them - but her expression becomes a little more curious and reserved when Mikumo follows up. This line of questions is starting to feel targeted, like Mikumo is fishing for something. Could just be idle curiosity, but it could be something else more personal, too.

There's no need to lie about it, though. "None that I know of," Codi replies with another casual shrug, swirling her drink with the not-quite-olive flag. "Or if anyone has, they haven't made it public yet. Why do you ask?" A beat and she chuckles, bashfully. "Am I that obvious?"

"Partially," Mikumo says rather straightforwardly, because it was somewhat obvious that Codi didn't have experience with aliens and it did prompt her to go further down this topic route. But it's not the only reason, at least. "But I'm also curious to know how many different...timelines, I suppose, or dimensions, people are coming from. Yours would be the third different history of Earth I've heard so far."

Mikumo's is a devastating enough history that it kind of stands out when someone's Earth doesn't align with it, but even then, the other two she's heard about so far have major distinctions from each other as well. Considering dimensional travel isn't really practical where she comes from - even folding bears a risk of getting stuck in a dimensional rift - the fact that people have been pulled in from across dimensions here feels like a significant marker of the kind of technology the Sylphid have access to.

Codi sighs and raises a hand in a sort of 'what can you do?' gesture. She doesn't mind exaggerating her ignorance now; it'll make asking more blunt and potentially touchy questions of others more viable later. After all, who could stay mad at clueless little Codi from backwater Earth? She'll ride that wave for as long as she can get away with it.

Starting now, in fact. "The third?" Codi says, mouth agape in shock and wonder. "What were the other two like?"

Mikumo only takes excuses so many times, but it's a little early to drag people for not making an effort at this point. So she lets it slide this time without too much of a comment, since it's not really overt enough to do more than be mildly amusing in the first place.

"One was someone from the same year as you, whose Earth has already had alien contact, but hasn't properly gotten involved in space politics. And then there's mine, which is quite easy to tell apart from most others considering Earth was razed by Space War I in the early 2010s," she says, tone rather mild in saying that. For her, it's historical events, things that happened well before she was born and well before most of the people she knows were born as well - she knows Earth is some degree of habitable again now anyway, she's just never been there herself.

It probably goes a fair way to explaining why her Earth developed long-distance space travel so quickly, though.

Codi's immediate, impulsive follow-up question would be to ask who came from that first Earth, but she holds herself back. She's only been here for a day and formally met a handful of people; how could she possibly expect to know who that person is, or if she'll ever meet them before some Sylphid shoots them on a mission or something? It's probably not important enough to risk sounding nosy and rude.

Prying about Mikumo's universe, on the other hand, Codi gauges as fair game. "That's horrible," she gasps - an at least somewhat genuine reaction. Codi likes Earth. The idea of the whole thing getting sacked is something she would have previously brushed off as cliché, but now that feeling is backlit by a real, annoying undercurrent of anxiety. What if the Sylphid did that to her Earth after taking her from it? Her whole fledgling commercial empire, dust. The thought is humbling.

Anyway. "But I suppose that's all old history for you," Codi continues somberly. Mikumo's matter-of-fact delivery makes that obvious. "Unless you're somehow more than fifty years old. I mean--if you are, you're looking fantastic and I need to know your secrets."

"No. I don't think even anyone I work with is that old," Mikumo says, vaguely considering the fact that she's never really met anyone old enough to have gone through Space War I. Lady M might have been around back then, but she does make rather a point of secrecy, so it's difficult to be sure. Beyond that, the oldest person she really interacts with is Captain Johnson, and she'd probably place him at maybe being 50 at the oldest. Granted, she's not too familiar with how Zentradi (or half-Zentradi) age.

"Either way, it feels very distant. It's how many of the people I know came to be born in the particular parts of the galaxy they were born in, but that's it. People are even living on Earth again, though it's much fewer than before the war."

Macross City is the central population hub these days, to her knowledge. It's certainly the only place on Earth she really hears about.

"Hmm." Codi nods, finally taking that sip of her martini that she's been teasing for the past few minutes. Answer feels genuine, so she's probably not lying about her age. Codi assumes this - and her follow-up question - are not super important. "That's true for you, too? Your parents relocated to Ragna?"

"I wouldn't know. I don't remember my parents, but it's extremely easy to migrate between planets in the same system, so they could have come from anywhere in the Brisingr Cluster," she says, the omissions of pertinent details there coming quite easily considering most of this was just how she lived her life prior to a month or two ago. Assuming you had amnesia when you actually just hadn't been alive longer than three years is an interesting experience to get snapped out of.

"Most of the people I work with are from different planets, we're just stationed on Ragna, so that's where we live now. I assume it's much the same as moving for work in your world."

Codi makes another noise of understanding. She doesn't catch anything suspicious about what Mikumo's told her here, either, nor was she necessarily looking for anything along those lines. Her parents could have just died when she was too young to remember them, and everything else about space travel fits with the parallels Mikumo suggests. This all makes sense.

Besides, Codi has something else she wants to come back around to that feels much more interesting to her. "I understand. Company-sponsored housing is a routine part of onboarding nowadays," she shrugs, then changes tracks with a slight lean forward and narrowing of her eyes. "So if I'm getting this right...you work on a space carrier, which operates out of Ragna? What do you do on there?"

Company housing actually isn't so much a guarantee in Mikumo's world - the "dorms" for Delta Flight aren't even on the Macross Elysion - so her brows do arch slightly at that, but she puts it away for the moment in favour of her own situation. That smile is playing around her mouth again, because she knows how absurd this may end up sounding to some people here.

"The carrier - the Macross Elysion - is run by a civilian military contractor called Xaos. Planets in the Brisingr Globular Cluster contract us to help protect them because the human government military is spread too thin," she says, decidedly not mentioning the laundry list of other problems with the New United Nations Spacy that might have planets not inclined to ask for their help. "I'm the lead singer of Walkure, a tactical sound unit deployed to deal with outbreaks of Var Syndrome. To put it simply, it's a sudden-onset condition that drives large numbers of people into mindless violence."

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