Anthony J. Crowley (
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driftfleet2015-01-24 01:28 am
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002 - In a pretty cabinet
Who: Crowley and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet wide - if you want it or not.
Action: Pathstone
When: Now
[The feed opens to an (as usual) very bored Crowley. He's sitting at his communications workstation, and he's holding something vaguely CD-box shaped. He gives the screen a cheery wave. ]
So. I ended up being dragged though into that stupid temple. A lot of boring things happened there, mostly involving being stuck on the M6 Orbital. Trust me, it's worse than it probably sounds. Anyway, I was given a gift for my troubles, and gifts, like horrible jokes, are made for sharing.
[He reaches over and presses a button. Throughout your networks, if you have them turned on or not, you will suddenly hear the beginnings of The Greatest Hits of a certain popular British band. ~Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?~ It seems Crowley has finally used his augment for something other than listening into your conversations. If you don't have a helpful comms officer on board, good luck getting rid of it. It won't stop.
He smiles and gives a cheery salute, offering as parting words:]
Enjoy, suckers.
Broadcast: Fleet wide - if you want it or not.
Action: Pathstone
When: Now
[The feed opens to an (as usual) very bored Crowley. He's sitting at his communications workstation, and he's holding something vaguely CD-box shaped. He gives the screen a cheery wave. ]
So. I ended up being dragged though into that stupid temple. A lot of boring things happened there, mostly involving being stuck on the M6 Orbital. Trust me, it's worse than it probably sounds. Anyway, I was given a gift for my troubles, and gifts, like horrible jokes, are made for sharing.
[He reaches over and presses a button. Throughout your networks, if you have them turned on or not, you will suddenly hear the beginnings of The Greatest Hits of a certain popular British band. ~Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?~ It seems Crowley has finally used his augment for something other than listening into your conversations. If you don't have a helpful comms officer on board, good luck getting rid of it. It won't stop.
He smiles and gives a cheery salute, offering as parting words:]
Enjoy, suckers.
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Is...this supposed to annoy us?
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Perhaps not you, but you don't count. You've been in the Bentley, by default, you've already built some immunity to it.
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Besides, I like Queen. It's much better than having to listen to that stupid Tunnel song. [Or the Noah song- no wait, the tunnel song trumps even his emotional baggage in hate]
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...What. That folksy thing I heard over the communicators?
[Because of course he listens into everyone else's conversations. Of course he does.]
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Were you listening in on my ship?
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[Said in a 'duh' sort of tone.]
They're easier to track than the journals, at least.
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Just how much have you've been listening in on?!
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Don't give me that smile! I know that smile!
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Perhaps you shouldn't ask questions that you already know the answer to, then.