driftfleet | video/action

Who: Claudia Donovan and YOU
Broadcast: VIDEO, Fleetwide
Action: Y, if you're on the Marsiva!
When: late May

See. I'm used to being whisked away to other universes, but usually there's a point to it. Saving the world tree or helping in a war or whatevs, big ticket things that would actually merit prying open a wormhole and plucking us from all over to help. Not... for intergalactic reality shows. Are you kidding me? This [ she waves both hands at her surroundings ] cannot actually be what they want from us.

[ She is incredibly displeased, she was told she was going home and the Marsiva definitely is not home. It's an unwanted detour. ] If anyone does know what they want from us, feel free to speak up! Or outerspace big brother could speak up! Outerspace!!

[ Claudia settles down with a huff, and picks up the beautifully crafted elven guitar she was allowed to keep from her time in Asgard. That's something, at least. The feed cuts off but anyone on the Marsiva will hear her playing from against the wall on the hospitality deck. ]

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Somehow I don't think you mean in the carpentry sense.

Nah, higher tech. Think electronics and mechanical. I'm the computer guru.

The tech! [ She grins. ] That's familiar. I'm sure you can find something to cannibalize here.

That's the plan! Once I get on a ship, anyway, there's nothing over here.

Well, I heard you can take apart the walls if you're really that desperate.

With my bare hands? Shoddy craftsmanship.

Or a laser cutter. But apparently someone else did manage to wedge one off or something. Worth a shot?

I don't even see any air vents in here.

Yeah, bit of a mystery, isn't it? There's nothing hidden in the ceiling, either.

As long as we keep breathing, I guess... but it's pretty weird. I don't get the setup of this place at all.

Does the ship not make any more sense than here?

Edited 2015-05-30 19:41 (UTC)

Yeah, there's only so much you can blame on us being in space! [ Yes, she's doing jazzhands here. ] ... before you realize there's still shit wrong.

Um, I mean, it's definitely not as big or nice, but it has more reason in its design than the Marsiva did.

I wouldn't call the Marsiva nice, it's... clinical.

Clinical is still much nicer than... I think there's space-mice lurking in the vents.

Space-mice? How does that even happen? Maybe from something in a cargo bay...

I've got no idea. All I know is they're here, and they're annoying. Our cargo bay doesn't even really have anything in it but the shuttles.

Describe a space mouse for me.

Hell if I know. I haven't seen them clearly, just... scurrying and chittering and sounds in the vents.

Sounds like you need to build some traps.

Aha, see, I'm not much of a gadgeter myself. There's like three security officers on this ship, though. Maybe I should point it out and see how many tiny explosions one spaceship can hold.