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[cons]

Let's play a game. "It's called What Do We Actually Know, and What Do We Want to Know About the USS Gigantitude?" Or as you all like to call it, Tranquility.

Here's an example:

+ I KNOW that there are certain hallways that are off limits.
- I WANT TO KNOW what's behind those locked doors.
(and who's willing to break some rules with me to get those answers?)

+ I KNOW that a lot of us are from different places, and different times, and different ..worlds, apparently.
- I WANT TO KNOW what we all have in common, so we can figure out why we're here. This giant boat is obviously picky, why did we make it to the final round?

If I can't get home, then I wanna know why I'm here. Any ideas? No idiotic answers either, this is me trying to be serious for five minutes.

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[saidhe]

A shorter name of this game perhaps being "Stating the Obvious".

[ HEY LOOK HE'S SOBER THIS TIME ]

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[cons]

I was gonna call it 'Give a Little, Get a Lot', but I didn't think it had the same ring to it. Was thinking more vague than obvious, but I guess that's accurate, yeah. [grin]

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[saidhe]

The off limit hallways, the sealed off doors - obvious. What's behind either - vague. Essentially, you've embodied both categories. The Vague Versus the Veritable is another name for your game, then. Clever alliteration and all.

Besides, we haven't gotten much. And we've given quite a bit, don't you think?

[cons]

[She's just going to chinhands at that whole first bit (without actually chinhandsing) because boy, he sure is... wordy. But in a different way than when he was high. Interesting.]

Mm, clearly letting them take away our old lives and a good portion of our freedom in't enough. What drives me nuts is that nobody actually knows why we're here. And I don't think I've ever run into an actual crew member. Like nobody was here before we all started showing up.

[saidhe]

[ Sherlock has a long-standing love affair with the English language. Theirs is a passionate relationship, though an open one. ]

Obvious. [ He's going to start filing their different realizations now. ] The crew, that is. The ship is so wide open and means to be helpful, it's certainly set up to be helpful, and yet there is no one to, in turn, be helpful. Either there isn't a crew or there was never meant to be a crew.

The 'why' can go into vague.

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There has to be a crew, there can't not be a crew. What if something explodes, I sure as hell don't know how to fix it. I couldn't even change a tire back home. [A little flustered at the thought, because who is she going to get answers from if she's surrounded by people who are just as clueless as her?]

-- Unless that's the point. Yeah. There is no answer as to why we're here? That's. [F R U S T R A T I N G] But then why bother having whole hallways that are cut off? If this ship was abandoned, then who cares?

[saidhe]

And, for that matter, who chooses, how do they choose, and how then, in turn, do they obtain... passengers upon this vessel? [ Which could certainly have been programmed or something beforehand, he doesn't know, this is delving way, way outside of his comfort zone, on several levels. ]

[ yeah he's not gonna get into what source of frustration this has been, this is the shit he's been going over in the last month ] Unless it wasn't abandoned, per se, but the alternative to an empty vessel. It was overtaken.

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I've given up on trying to figure out how. Science Fiction was never my genre of choice. The who and why though, yeah. Those are the two I care about. Because let's say we were brought here to be the new crew or whatever, um, why aren't we being trained? We're just living here, but there's no point.

[sigh.]

Then again, maybe there's no use in even questioning it. I want to know these things, but it's mostly just for peace of mind. I don't like the idea of being ripped away from my sister for no reason at all.

[saidhe]

Fiction was scarcely my genre of choice, [ he takes hers one step further, and wrinkles his nose as he examines his surroundings. ] Though the line between fiction and fact becomes ever blurrier here, I should think. [ She has a point about the crew thing, and it's one that's also occurred to him, but it doesn't make the conundrum any less frustrating. ] If the ship was self-sufficient enough, it wouldn't need a new crew, I suppose. Merely passengers.

[ Once again bringing up the question of the barred off hallways. He hates this place. He really does. ]

And I was in the middle of something most important, left painfully unfinished. [ He's vague, and he angrily. bites off a thumbnail. ] No action is without reason.

[cons]

Exactly! There's no way we're here just for the sake of being here. There has to be a reason. And there has to be a way to get in touch with the captain. [Naturally Wichita thinks the very best way to do that is to cause enough trouble to get a reaction out of said captain, but . Well. She's getting impatient. She wants to be home, now, or at the very least find a way to get Little Rock here too.] I feel like that's our only hope of ever getting any kind of clues. Cause the whole... finding dead bodies thing isn't really registering as a clue, for me.

[saidhe]

There should be a way, [ that much he definitely agrees with. ] Ah, the secret of the mysterious disappearing door and the never-ending hallways. Now, I'm not so certain if that was all meant to be some kind of clue, hinting at some greater purpose, rather than it was meant to be some sort of warning. Warning about what, I don't know - which 'they' not to trust was never specified.

So, no, not particularly helpful in the long run. Instead only adding further mystery to an already shrouded place.