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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.]
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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!
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Nope, nothing. Which actually makes it creepy. [He laughs and then winces. ow.] Maybe we shouldn't have gone with horror films for movie night.
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[He walks over to his pilot chair and sits down, pulling up his own system's readings.]
Weird...
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He sits back in his seat and just goes through all his readings again because he does not want to be caught unaware again.]
You've been here longer. You see anything like this before?
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[THEY SOUND TERRIFYING. But right. He should focus]
No, can't say I have. Most space traffic we get is short range ships- nothing that'd go that far out from the planet or waystations.
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[THEY ARE SO BAD EVEN DEMONS FEAR THEM oh wait are we being serious now i can be serious]
This just has trouble written all over it. [He growls in annoyance.] Why isn't it doing anything?