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driftfleet2016-06-24 03:06 pm
syntech) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-24 03:06 pm
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First Beat
Who: Fox and whoever
Broadcast: video/text
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24 or so
[a. awakening - video/action]
[It begins without the usual flair of someone waking in an unfamiliar place. There's a start, the flicker of too-pale skin and black fabric in front of the camera as a hand rises to one ear, then nearly lashes out to the side to fumble for something. Tense shoulders relax when fingers curl around a very high-tech set of headphones, a heavy exhale audible on the video. When he shuffles them back on, there's a momentary pause before his other hand flicks twice across the back of his glove and two translucent screens pop up in front of him.
Another moment like this - one can see plenty of flashing red marks, but the rest is hard to tell - and the newcomer's expression becomes troubled. His head turns, finally catching sight of the communicator. That gives a glimpse of very bright green eyes, the curious quirk of a pale platinum brow as he picks it up. There's no speech, but the sense of now, what's this? is pretty clear. As is the hollow sort of pallor of his skintone, giving off the sense of someone either very sick or very malnourished.
Possibly a vampire, but let's assume not, shall we?]
[b. info-gathering - text]
[Some time later, there's a message on the boards, one that's... remarkably informed for someone new to this.]
So, this is the "Intergalactic Game Show" called "Drift Fleet". No one knows how we got here, save that the Atroma are the instigators of our capture. No one knows what the point of the show is, other than to provide entertainment, no scheduled events or anything of the sort.
There are eighteen ships, plus the Iskaulit and the Marsiva, and yet we're not really pitted against one another in typical gameshow fashion. I'm currently on the Marsiva, at least until I'm shuffled onto one of the aforementioned eighteen ships.
People's stays here range from a few days to more than a year, with no explicable reason why, and no one knows where anyone goes or why they do or don't remember things if they come back.
Have I missed anything otherwise important?
Broadcast: video/text
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24 or so
[a. awakening - video/action]
[It begins without the usual flair of someone waking in an unfamiliar place. There's a start, the flicker of too-pale skin and black fabric in front of the camera as a hand rises to one ear, then nearly lashes out to the side to fumble for something. Tense shoulders relax when fingers curl around a very high-tech set of headphones, a heavy exhale audible on the video. When he shuffles them back on, there's a momentary pause before his other hand flicks twice across the back of his glove and two translucent screens pop up in front of him.
Another moment like this - one can see plenty of flashing red marks, but the rest is hard to tell - and the newcomer's expression becomes troubled. His head turns, finally catching sight of the communicator. That gives a glimpse of very bright green eyes, the curious quirk of a pale platinum brow as he picks it up. There's no speech, but the sense of now, what's this? is pretty clear. As is the hollow sort of pallor of his skintone, giving off the sense of someone either very sick or very malnourished.
Possibly a vampire, but let's assume not, shall we?]
[b. info-gathering - text]
[Some time later, there's a message on the boards, one that's... remarkably informed for someone new to this.]
So, this is the "Intergalactic Game Show" called "Drift Fleet". No one knows how we got here, save that the Atroma are the instigators of our capture. No one knows what the point of the show is, other than to provide entertainment, no scheduled events or anything of the sort.
There are eighteen ships, plus the Iskaulit and the Marsiva, and yet we're not really pitted against one another in typical gameshow fashion. I'm currently on the Marsiva, at least until I'm shuffled onto one of the aforementioned eighteen ships.
People's stays here range from a few days to more than a year, with no explicable reason why, and no one knows where anyone goes or why they do or don't remember things if they come back.
Have I missed anything otherwise important?
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I meant the specifics of the planet. Its makeup, denizens, that sort of thing.
As someone with a very frail disposition, I'd prefer to be prepared before stepping into a potentially dangerous situation.
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The consideration is appreciated, but sunscreen is a requirement for me with my situation as it is.
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On your ship, when you're assigned one, there should be sunscreen and stuff like that in the medical bay.
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That is good to know, thank you.
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Red. It turned red after Second Impact. That was in the year 2000. None of that is familiar to you, right?
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No, but I am finding that's typical - it seems those of us from Earth are largely from some fantastical set of timelines where different chains of events happened. There was a group who theorised such things could be possible even in my native timeline, actually.
For me, our Earth had no such thing - as far as history goes, it progressed as normal until the Chaos Calamity in 2238.
The Second Impact sounds like an outside force, rather than our own internal one - do you mind telling me a little more about it? And is there a scientific reason to your waters becoming red?