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driftfleet2015-02-01 02:05 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-02-01 02:05 pm
a blip
[the fleet has been clear of the musical signals for a day or so... but things still aren't quite right. signals occasionally fail, there is static in the wires. and, apparently, the ships' scanning equipment hasn't been as sensitive as it should be.
it isn't until the fleet is far from the last planet's range that some kind of invisible cloud clears... and several blips show up on every ship's radar. those ships that have a communications officer on-board will actually hear a little alert. and those that don't may miss it entirely, if no one else on board happens to glance at the monitors.
--you aren't alone.
for the first time, there is something showing up on the scanners that isn't the innocuous signatures of local traffic between stations, or the lone, short-range ships out doing their jobs. this is something else.
the communications officers and pilots can attempt to scan them, maybe try and hail... but they lie at the absolute far edge of the equipment's range. just hovering--maybe watching, maybe waiting. maybe not realizing that the drifting fleet is unblinded enough to see them. and there's no telling how long they may have been there.
and once noticed, they only remain for a few minutes before disappearing again into the black.]
...
ooc: this is an entirely-optional mini-event. you can reply or not, and there is no rush to do so. the ships on the radar cannot actually be reached, and will disappear regardless of what is attempted. but if you want to try anyway, post reactions, etc., go ahead and knock yourself out here. they won't answer, but maybe they are listening regardless. this can also be used as a mingle, if anyone wants to talk to each other, or try to bludgeon their communications officer into getting off their butts to actually do anything.
this is just a small event, or clue, and can be played with or ignored as you all wish! enjoy!
it isn't until the fleet is far from the last planet's range that some kind of invisible cloud clears... and several blips show up on every ship's radar. those ships that have a communications officer on-board will actually hear a little alert. and those that don't may miss it entirely, if no one else on board happens to glance at the monitors.
--you aren't alone.
for the first time, there is something showing up on the scanners that isn't the innocuous signatures of local traffic between stations, or the lone, short-range ships out doing their jobs. this is something else.
the communications officers and pilots can attempt to scan them, maybe try and hail... but they lie at the absolute far edge of the equipment's range. just hovering--maybe watching, maybe waiting. maybe not realizing that the drifting fleet is unblinded enough to see them. and there's no telling how long they may have been there.
and once noticed, they only remain for a few minutes before disappearing again into the black.]
...
ooc: this is an entirely-optional mini-event. you can reply or not, and there is no rush to do so. the ships on the radar cannot actually be reached, and will disappear regardless of what is attempted. but if you want to try anyway, post reactions, etc., go ahead and knock yourself out here. they won't answer, but maybe they are listening regardless. this can also be used as a mingle, if anyone wants to talk to each other, or try to bludgeon their communications officer into getting off their butts to actually do anything.
this is just a small event, or clue, and can be played with or ignored as you all wish! enjoy!
Three Twins // Comm
[Dorian is still figuring out the details of the communications equipment, but he knows the basics, somehow. He tries not to think about it too much. With Nel mostly out of commission, he's been spending more time at his station.
Today, he's browsing the smaller communicator, feet crossed at the ankles and kicked up onto the top of the console. Things are quiet, mostly, save for...
What is this...?
[He speaks to himself in Tevene, his native tongue, taking his feet off the console and shifting in his seat, leaning forward. That must be a mistake, right? A novice's mistake? He clears his throat, trying to send out a communication to the ships that the equipment found.]
Well, hello there. Who is this?
b. Open to Fleet
[Getting nothing, Dorian sends out an open, unencrypted message to the rest of the fleet.]
Perhaps this isn't the best time, but did anyone else happen to notice their equipment detecting ships? I am willing to believe it may have been a novice mistake.
hello Three Twins
but there is no reply.]
HELLO MYSTERIOUS HOVERING ALIEN CRAFT
Well, there's dead air...time to fill it. He decides to open a video stream. He did that right, didn't he? Well, good enough...
He leans down into the camera, smiling a bit.]
Good evening! I suppose it is evening, though I am not entirely certain. Time is relative, and all that. My name is Dorian Pavus, and I'm curious what might bring you to our little corner of...wherever this is. Are you searching for adventure, or perhaps something else?
Regardless, your presence has not gone un-noted! I'd like to properly welcome you, if you'd care to reply to this. I wouldn't mind a nice little chat. Think it over, wouldn't you?
no subject
another full minute of silence, and then the blips edge out of range. and the feed cuts away with it.
goodbye.]
a
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The instruments detected ships and an open communication line. I attempted to hail them, but it would seem they were uninterested in my offer of charming conversation.
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Where were they relative to us, would you say?
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[He pauses, mulling the words over in his head, and murmurs to himself in Tevene, thinking- "how do I know that? It's so strange."
He brings his hand to his chin, and then remembers himself.]
...forgive me. Regardless, they never responded. They simply- poof!- ran away.
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[ still, she does look a bit irritated ]
It's just that whenever someone isn't too forthcoming about following you, it's usually because they're up to no good.
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Maker only knows what this means. I suspect things will be interesting soon. Perhaps we ought to advise everyone to hold off on the murders for a few weeks, keep things calm in case something happens.
[He scoffs.]
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I'll keep my eyes peeled.
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I will, as well. Have you checked on Nel lately?
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I've been making sure he's eating, at least.
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[He wasn't too good at this. Where was someone better with people? Even that lummox Iron Bull would be better at this.]
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I think it might make him a little ... uncomfortable? But, he needs all the support he can get.