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driftfleet2015-10-05 01:28 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-05 01:28 pm
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[Once again, the Shuffle day comes and goes without a word from your chatty hosts... And once again, a day late, all ships suddenly receive a broadcast signal that plays out of every speaker in the Fleet. Even ships that are completely powered down receive the transmission--though it's not coming in very clearly.
There's a lot of static, no cheery jingle. Crackly, distant music comes through in pieces, along with a man's crooning voice, humming and singing an old song. Eventually, he can be recognized as Beau. There's a woman too, Diamond--who sounds wearily amused. It's nothing like the chipper voice that passengers are used to. These aren't voices for the radio; like the last broadcast, these voices aren't meant to be sent to the public.]
Happy birthday, baby... ♫
[Diamond, hard to hear:]
Oh you... Must we do this every time? It gets old, you know...
[More singing:] I dont even know your name... ♪♫ [A weak laugh.] --Very funny.
Though you never met... ♪ [A loud crackle eats the other sounds for a moment. When it dies down, a cold, robotic voice can be heard saying something, but it's far away...]
--Why is that light on? I think it's syncing up...
Oh. [Beau, for a moment, sounds more professional.] Get ready darlin', here it comes.
BROADCASTING ÌN͞ ̸͝T̢E̴̡͜N̕̕.̵̢̀<..
[The countdown, which was so clear last time, is almost immediately overwhelmed with sharp, screeching interference. The signal drops again, leaving every ship in silence.
...Guess they haven't made much progress on fixing whatever's going wrong, huh?]
(ooc: Atroma won't respond, but you're welcome to thread out reactions and discussion here anyway. Just another wacky day in space, right...?)
There's a lot of static, no cheery jingle. Crackly, distant music comes through in pieces, along with a man's crooning voice, humming and singing an old song. Eventually, he can be recognized as Beau. There's a woman too, Diamond--who sounds wearily amused. It's nothing like the chipper voice that passengers are used to. These aren't voices for the radio; like the last broadcast, these voices aren't meant to be sent to the public.]
Happy birthday, baby... ♫
[Diamond, hard to hear:]
Oh you... Must we do this every time? It gets old, you know...
[More singing:] I dont even know your name... ♪♫ [A weak laugh.] --Very funny.
Though you never met... ♪ [A loud crackle eats the other sounds for a moment. When it dies down, a cold, robotic voice can be heard saying something, but it's far away...]
--Why is that light on? I think it's syncing up...
Oh. [Beau, for a moment, sounds more professional.] Get ready darlin', here it comes.
BROADCASTING ÌN͞ ̸͝T̢E̴̡͜N̕̕.̵̢̀<..
[The countdown, which was so clear last time, is almost immediately overwhelmed with sharp, screeching interference. The signal drops again, leaving every ship in silence.
...Guess they haven't made much progress on fixing whatever's going wrong, huh?]
(ooc: Atroma won't respond, but you're welcome to thread out reactions and discussion here anyway. Just another wacky day in space, right...?)
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[He cants his head, tapping his chin with a hoof thoughtfully. ]
I couuuuuld give it a whirl though. Don't know if I don't try, right?
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C.S works for me. Sounds cool!
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