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driftfleet2015-09-09 02:20 pm
handing) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-09 02:20 pm
video | first memo
Who: Pepper Potts-Stark and Anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Totally Open to anyone on the First Breath
When: Now
[Among those new crew members is one displaced CEO, although this isn’t exactly Pepper’s first time waking up somewhere unfamiliar. No, the sad truth is that her first though on opening her eyes was that the Malnosso had gone back to their old tricks, that some new experiment or war required their presence. Her first shock doesn’t come until she sits up and reflexively tries to stretch her wings—
Only to discover they aren’t there.
A look over her shoulder confirms it, and only then does she begin to worry. Being in Luceti had so often been a hardship, but at least there Pepper had some idea of what to expect. To discover she’d been taken again, seemingly by some different force and potentially to a different universe all together, doesn’t exactly inspire warm feelings.
She doesn’t have long to mull it over though; so soon after she wakes Pepper is being ushered to some other place—some other ship as it turns out, and with no real explanation she finds herself exploring an entirely new space, looking for both answers and familiar faces, one in particular. Rather than that comfort, however, her tour that brings with it some unexpected (and unwanted) surprises—particularly when she comes to the communications panel on the bridge.
Although the problem isn’t that she’s unfamiliar or confused by the numerous controls, as one might expect. As she looks over each switch and screen, Pepper immediately knows their purpose, blanks in her mind filled in before they’ve even properly formed. A stray thought questions if this might be how Tony’s mind clicks on when he looks at some new piece of tech, which isn’t exactly comforting.
Still, if she can broadcast, then maybe she can find those answers she’s looking for, not to mention the people. If not Tony himself, then someone else from either Luceti or her world or both. If this place is anything like the one she’d come from, then those connections would be vital to enduring whatever they were put through.]
Hello, everyone. I’m not sure if this is how it’s typically done, but my name is Pepper Potts-Stark. I’ve just arrived here, and was hoping someone could provide an explanation as to what’s going on? [A pre-written guide would be nice, but Pepper’s not counting on her luck being that good.]
Also, is there a way to tell who else has been brought here? Or to contact someone directly. [There’s a number of people Pepper certainly wouldn’t mind having around, especially depending on just how much this set of ships has in common with Luceti.] Thank you for your time and your help.
[Short, simple, and out.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Totally Open to anyone on the First Breath
When: Now
[Among those new crew members is one displaced CEO, although this isn’t exactly Pepper’s first time waking up somewhere unfamiliar. No, the sad truth is that her first though on opening her eyes was that the Malnosso had gone back to their old tricks, that some new experiment or war required their presence. Her first shock doesn’t come until she sits up and reflexively tries to stretch her wings—
Only to discover they aren’t there.
A look over her shoulder confirms it, and only then does she begin to worry. Being in Luceti had so often been a hardship, but at least there Pepper had some idea of what to expect. To discover she’d been taken again, seemingly by some different force and potentially to a different universe all together, doesn’t exactly inspire warm feelings.
She doesn’t have long to mull it over though; so soon after she wakes Pepper is being ushered to some other place—some other ship as it turns out, and with no real explanation she finds herself exploring an entirely new space, looking for both answers and familiar faces, one in particular. Rather than that comfort, however, her tour that brings with it some unexpected (and unwanted) surprises—particularly when she comes to the communications panel on the bridge.
Although the problem isn’t that she’s unfamiliar or confused by the numerous controls, as one might expect. As she looks over each switch and screen, Pepper immediately knows their purpose, blanks in her mind filled in before they’ve even properly formed. A stray thought questions if this might be how Tony’s mind clicks on when he looks at some new piece of tech, which isn’t exactly comforting.
Still, if she can broadcast, then maybe she can find those answers she’s looking for, not to mention the people. If not Tony himself, then someone else from either Luceti or her world or both. If this place is anything like the one she’d come from, then those connections would be vital to enduring whatever they were put through.]
Hello, everyone. I’m not sure if this is how it’s typically done, but my name is Pepper Potts-Stark. I’ve just arrived here, and was hoping someone could provide an explanation as to what’s going on? [A pre-written guide would be nice, but Pepper’s not counting on her luck being that good.]
Also, is there a way to tell who else has been brought here? Or to contact someone directly. [There’s a number of people Pepper certainly wouldn’t mind having around, especially depending on just how much this set of ships has in common with Luceti.] Thank you for your time and your help.
[Short, simple, and out.]
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But she’s willing to be there’s nothing to be done about it; she listens as explores the shape, noting the similarities and the differences between this Atroma and the Malnosso. They have enough in common to make Pepper err on the side of caution. If the implant functioned anything like the wings did, removing it could be fatal.]
So if it’s not a tv show, then what is it? [Certainly there seems to be sound reason for her doubt, and Pepper frowns as she mulls it over. The Malnosso at least got directly involved in things, for better or worse. This Atroma doesn’t seem to offer that much courtesy, and in that they are definitely worse than Pepper’s former captors.]
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[She starts running her fingers through her hair absently as she thinks. She really does need a way to start confirming theories, but the Atroma never talk back, so, and last time she started shit with them, she ended up shouting some of her more private circumstances over the network at a crewmate, even.]
I don't doubt that entertainment is at least a side benefit for the Atroma, though. They're probably enjoying the hell out of watching us.
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[Luceti, or maybe one of the other enclosures. Pepper doesn’t recognize Nightingale, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t captured at different times.]
…How often do you think they’re watching? [And from where, although Pepper attempts to answer that question herself by looking around, as if she might find a suspicious red dot or a camera lens tucked into some inconspicuous spot.]
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[That gets her to tilt her head in thought.]
The Malnosso? Sorry, I don't know about them. ... If the term 'color-coded amnesia shithole' doesn't mean anything to you, then we were in very different places, so don't worry too much about it.
And if I had to guess... Probably always.
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[To put it mildly.]
I’m afraid it doesn’t. [So at least two of these multiuniversal worlds exist, and how many more beyond that? She doesn’t know, but there are other, more immediate concerns—like the notion of someone always watching.]
That isn’t exactly a comforting thought.
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[At least, she's assuming Pepper is still on the Marsiva.]
It's not comforting, no, but given they've already operated on our brains, even if they aren't constantly monitoring us, they can probably pull out whatever they need from our memories. So, there's no real difference.
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The mention of those who had been around the longest brings up another point, however.] Just how long has that been, if you know? [Is the population in flux, does it linger, has this tv show endured for years? It'd be nice to know, if possible, just how long she might be stuck there.]
I suppose that's true. [She sighs softly.] I guess privacy really is dead, then.
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[Her tone makes 'earth' sound like some kind of bug she's stepped on, or something equally annoying.]
Privacy's dead either way. Either they're in our brains, or they're broadcasting shit to the universe. Either way, not fun to think about in the shower.
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[Again, not unlike Luceti, although Pepper has to imagine that most people must be if Earth’s calendar is held as the standard. She grins a bit at the clear annoyance, wondering just what might have inspired it.]
Or in other circumstances. [Considering Pepper’s looking for her husband and all. But that’s more than Nightingale needs to know, so instead Pepper bows her head.] In any case, thank you for all the help.
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No problem. Anything else you need?
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Nothing I can think of at the moment. [She has an idea of what to expect; now it’s just a matter of finding specific information and people both.] I’ll definitely keep in touch though.
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