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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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They're not that impressive. Trust me. [She tilts her head a bit, a slim smile visible.]
Octavia, security on the Wonderduck.
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Good to meet you, Octavia-- wait, the Wonderduck? Who names our ships?
[Asking the important questions, as always.]
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[A snort.] No idea. Probably the same morons who can't fix their broadcast system.
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[Of course. He scrunches up his face at the thought.] I thought my ship name was bad. We're the Golden, but it's like the Golden what? The Golden Duck?
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It still beats the Wonderduck. I can't even say the name seriously. It's that bad.
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Uh... fair enough. Think we could ever petition for a name change?
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What's with that look?
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[But that's not the answer either of them's really looking for, so he shakes his head.] I mean - you're security, so it makes sense, but I'm not much of a fighter.
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checking him outlooking him and down-- or what she can from the feed.]How old are you?
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There's a lot of people my age or younger back home who were forced to become fighters pretty damn quickly. Sometimes you end up where you never really saw yourself.
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Yeah, I--I'm sorry. I thought my world was weird, but the more I talk to people, the more I'm starting to realize that maybe I was the "normal" one.
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Thanks for the sentiment, but your world would probably be weird as hell to me. I'm really thinking there's no such thing as "normal" you know? You did the high school thing, and I'm getting used to not having to hunt for my food right now.
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How's that going, by the way? I'm used to grocery stores, and even I'm kinda thrown off by all the food dispensers we've got.
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[There goes the power. For real this time. Shawn groans a little too loudly.] I'm gonna have to continue this later, but it was good meeting you, Octavia.
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