dear diary 001

[onetwosixshit]

Who: Oscar Mike and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva [video]
When: 6/27

[Video]

[There's a slight crackle as the transmission begins, but it's almost immediately interrupted by a horrendous banging noise, and the screen is momentarily invaded by an out of of focus blob of colour again and again. Beyond the noise, it's possible to make out a voice that seems to be both very far away as well as muffled by something or someone.]

Hey, hey computer. Computer person, you there?

[Thankfully the banging stops after only a few moments; someone's been tapping at the camera, but has since figured out that it isn't doing anything helpful. Without the finger to focus on, the camera is finally able to come into focus, revealing a- well, someone fully decked out in regulation power armor. Someone that sounds very confused and just a little annoyed.]

Okay, cool, guess you're taking a nap or something. Not like a guy's stuck here, no clue where he is, nah go on and take your computer nap and-look get me the hell out of here.

Montana? Cap'n Galt? Galilea? [There's an exasperated noise.] Benedict? Look haha, funny. Come pick me up from where ever this is. The computer is taking a lame-ass nap or something.

(ooc: Oscar Mike is actually semiliterate, so any characters responding in text are likely to have their messages at least somewhat misinterpreted.  I'm so sorry)

Comments

Video

[pain_train]

[At least she no longer looks like someone who had her head beaten repeatedly against a wall, so yay?]

Hi new guy! Um. I don't think any of those people are here, so you're not going to be able to reach them. You've been abducted to a different universe and stuck in a reality vidshow.

[onetwosixshit]

[Okay, that's a lot to take in. He stares for a moment, completely silent, then-]

Uhh whut?

[pain_train]

Um.

You're not home any more. You're somewhere totally different. Like a whole different universe and your friends probably aren't here. And you're stuck in a reality vid show.

It sounds weird, but that's the truth.

[onetwosixshit]

Okay so, say like a guy only understood like half that-

[pain_train]

Um.

Which half did you not get?

[onetwosixshit]

Uhhh...all of it.

[pain_train]

So like both halves.

[She's finally met someone worse at math than her. Wow.]

Okay. We'll start from the beginning.

Wherever you were? You're not there any more. You're not even in the same universe any more.

Video

[c0nsequences]

Perhaps one of them can come along to teach you how to use a camera properly.

[onetwosixshit]

Uh, I'm using it just fine bro. Not-bro. Yeah, not-bro. Someone's just taking a nap or something.

[c0nsequences]

Really. The awful setup seems to suggest otherwise.

All of them? At the same time?

[onetwosixshit]

Hey, I'm not the one that put all the computers to sleep. That's like, totally a design flaw.

[c0nsequences]

No. Your friends. The ones you names.

There are no computer people here to be asleep.

[Except for that bizarre human iteration of the Tenno's Cephalon, but the Stalker is staying far, far away from that...thing.]

[onetwosixshit]

Hey, soon as someone comes and picks me up we're good. Bros don't leave bros behind. And what sort of computer doesn't have an AI. Sounds like a crappy computer.

Video

[kill_switch]

[The feed opens up on Furiosa sitting up in a tree in the wilderness. She hasn't checked into the network for a while, liking the solitude the forest gives her, but her instinct to keep an eye on things hasn't gone away.]

I'm afraid no one is going to be picking you up from this one.

[onetwosixshit]

Ex-nay space hippie, soon as this computer wakes up- [There's another awful banging noise as he taps at the camera again.] it's buh-bye to this freaky place.

[kill_switch]

[Space hippie. That's a new one.]

I can't say I'm an expert in tech, but I don't think that's going to happen.

[onetwosixshit]

'course it's gonna happen. Just takes some-

[There's a slight inhale.]

HEY COMPUTER LADY OR GUY OR NONBIANARY INDIVIDUAL, WAKE UP.

[kill_switch]

You're wasting your breath and killing my ears.

Why would you think that's all it takes? [She's still a little unclear on the concept hes trying to express.]

[onetwosixshit]

Get better ears then! Or something! Ha!

[There's a small spattering of laughter; in his own mind, he's hilarious.]

Because that's how it works. I 'unno, I'm not a nerd that does nerd things with nerd computers. Just plug in the stuff, computer person does the rest, then it's back to shootin' dudes.

video;

[forcesensitive]

I don't think the computers can talk. Least, not anything in a language any of us knows.

[onetwosixshit]

Uhhh no, they totally can. They can shoot badass guns too, but that's not as important right now. Not that shootin' dudes isn't important, it totally is, but it's not important when the computer needs to wake up.

[forcesensitive]

Not the ones here, they can't. All the ship-mounted weapons are controlled by the crew, and the computers definitely don't talk to us.

[onetwosixshit]

What is this, some kinda hippie commune? How do you people even deal?

[forcesensitive]

It's pretty easy compared to some places I've been. What's a hippie?

[onetwosixshit]

Hippies! Y'know, kumbayah and all that junk and granola and smelling like a campfire. Hippies.