oo1. ( video | the first birdsong )

[ownership]

[ With a slight shake, the feed clicks on. It is very, very quiet. There's a girl staring blankly into the camera, no older than eighteen or nineteen; the only suggestion that audio is even working is the slight static filtering through. For a minute or two, all she does is stare, wide eyes owlishly blinking at the screen. This stretches on for a little while — there's no morse code embedded in her blinking either — just staring with the quiet crackly hum in the background.

Then, eventually, just before it gets a little too awkward: ]

I am Operative Rosella. 010 » 022. [ Two blinks, followed by a frown: it's a pretty shocking thing to see on such a previously blank expression. ] As a new passenger I do not understand our objective on board the Tranquility. Are we to kill to survive until only one remains? [ Her frown deepens. ] From my understanding, our arena changes frequently. This is my hypothesis. I wish to hear from anyone with previous experience and a deeper understanding from their stay here. Recreational activities such as sports and the care of animals seems frivolous and a use of our time.

[ Without a smile or another glance upwards, the feed cuts to black. ]

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video;

[scamp]

That'd make sense, actually.

[Says the boy with more than a couple of bruises on his face.]

perma videoooo;

[ownership]

[ Bruises club. +100 POINTS. ]

Would it? [ Not snippy: a genuine request for clarification, though hre blankfacing probably isn't helping. ]

[scamp]

Yeah? S'not like they really need us around here. Not like we could run either.

[Miles clearly knows what he's talking about!!

(No he doesn't he really doesn't)]

[ownership]

[ A tilt of her head. ]

Some have suggested to me that our goal is to survive. In order to do so, we must contribute to the skills of each other. There is a need in that aspect.

[scamp]

Yeah, sure. But from what I heard there was no one around when we first started showin' up.

[ownership]

I see. I was not aware of this. [ A lengthy pause. Lots of blinking, lots of staring, IDK there is definitely a pattern here. ]

Who are you?

[scamp]

[He looks more amused than weirded out by said pattern, if nothing else.]

My name's Miles. Rosella, right?

[ownership]

Yes. Hello, Miles. How long have you been on board this vessel?

[scamp]

A month, just about. A bloody boring one, if you ask me.

[ownership]

How have you been filling your time?

[ Because if you're not tasked to kill literally everybody what are you supposed to do... ]

[scamp]

[Shrug. He feels pretty useless thinking about it.]

Got in a couple of fights.