Heron - She's your problem now [Video + Action]

[shockjock]

Who: Livewire
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide!
Action: Anyone aboard the SS Heron
When: Early morning hours of the 28th (Video), throughout the day (Action)

[VIDEO]

[Whether deliberately or by pure accident, the newest Communications Officer is abruptly dropped onto the bridge of her new cell posting, the Heron. Sure, she'd kept to herself aboard the Marsiva, mostly trying to figure out what was what by eavesdropping on everyone else, but she'd hit the breaking point and started pounding on locked doors near the end there. Which was why it was hard to say whether the timing of her sudden arrival was by accident or by design, as she'd shown up mid-tirade.]

-boot right up your sorry alien...!

[Aaaaand cue the confetti and tinny fanfare. That, and Livewire's immediate realization that she was no longer where she had been just a few moments ago. There's an obvious look of shock on her face at the sudden transition, but it's quickly replaced by one of seething fury. Which, admittedly, probably wasn't made any better by all the confetti falling deciding it'd be super neat if it reminded her that static cling still exists, and now she's a polka-dot confetti'd mess.

And it takes all of two seconds of gritted teeth and growling before she's a polka-dotted, smoking confetti'd mess as each piece starts to smolder, seeing as how she's currently jettisoning enough electricity to pass for an oddly human-looking Tesla coil. Hopefully those stray arcs of electric current that've started firing off around her don't hit anything expensive, but at least for the moment it's mostly the floor and bulkheads taking all the hits.]

[Action, throughout the day]

[For anyone fortunate enough to be absent or asleep for her arrival- or heck, even those who weren't- the morning after's gonna bring a whole new set of headaches. Because someone has found out she has access to the ship's entire electrical system. And she's using it.

All of it.

She doesn't have enough of a charge stockpiled to play around with it all at once of course- even for a ship this small- but she's certainly leaving no wire untouched. So depending on which part of the ship she happens to be "visiting" at any given moment, her presence is easily noticed, even if she remains unseen herself. Everything from doors opening and closing on their own, to panels lighting up like a Christmas tree, even kitchen appliances cycling through their various settings, just about anything electrical is showing some sign of her influence and generally misbehaving.

Fortunately, despite all the electrical confusion, she does seem limited to the common areas of the ship...for now, anyway. Another blessing would be that for all the mischief, she doesn't seem to be capable of messing with anything too important- the ship's power supply remains steady enough to keep everything running, and the navigation and propulsion systems both remain untouched.

Ground zero, however, seems to be the communications console. That is displaying an annoying tendency to periodically start cycling through a backlog of every stored message she can get her hands on, and even any and all unsecured comm traffic within range. More often than not, the screen's an endless barrage of video and datastreams flashing one after the other in rapid succession, as if the whole thing's gone completely haywire.]

Comments

Action - Kitchen

[stabsbothways]

[ If the noise wasn't enough of a tip-off that something was off, the sickly sound and sensation of her boots stepping into coagulated moist powder of all shapes, sizes and colors of the kitchen floor was certainly the nail in the coffin. ]

Oh dear. Our kitchen is possessed.

Do I call a mechanic or a mage?

[shockjock]

[IN HER DEFENSE, no normal person would ever consider that stuff food. So, really, this had been an act of mercy. Seriously, there is some small, tiny little ion of her being that weeps for your taste buds. And your digestive tract.

Also it's really hard to learn the ins and outs of completely alien tech without making a few mistakes here and there.]

My vote's on a chef. You know, the guy with the poofy hat who can get you some real food.

[Also: Your source of coffee grounds is mouthing off. Hopefully that's not normal.]

[stabsbothways]

[ Honestly as far as she was concerned the microwave was a bizarre demon-powered device so she didn't have a good grasp of what was 'normal' around here. It hadn't talked before, but she's only been here a week. Maybe it was taking a nap. ]

It's better than hardtack. It doesn't seem like fishing is as easy here as it is on the open sea.

[ She's not used to freezers yet, either. ]

Anyway, we don't have one. I don't think? No one with poofy hats that I've seen. I don't suppose you're going to clean all this up?

[shockjock]

[...alright she was going to make a mental note to ask about 'hardtack' later, if out of nothing but sheer morbid curiosity. And, you know, silently hope to herself that Isabella hadn't actually tried dragging a net behind the ship to catch some fish.]

Sorry baby, not gonna happen! Buuuuut I'm sure you could find some fancy little robot to take care of it for ya.

[She has literally gotten all her fancy space-age know-how from pop culture and Sci-fi. This is someone whose heart might actually break the moment she finds out she does not have a sassy robot maid to look forward to.]

While you're at it, maybe have 'em teach ya the difference between a fancy schooner and a spaceship. I mean, what kinda yutz tries catchin' fish in space anyway?

[stabsbothways]

[ She was gonna be really disappointed with how mundane the answer was.

Also a fancy row bought? ]

I haven't actually tried. People tell me I'll get sucked out and die, and I haven't been bored enough to test it out.

[shockjock]

[Hey if all it took was a little cash to arrange a proper row, she'd be all over that]

Sounds about right. Ya look normal enough. Can't say I recommend it- well, not unless you're a goody-two-boots, then I'd say go for it.

[Real heart of gold, this one.]

[stabsbothways]

[ Goody two-boots what? ]

Crunch Crunch Crunch

I don't suppose you could dispense some coffee there?

You know that Antiva exports a satchel of coffee beans for three hundred crowns? And here we have just about an unlimited supply.

[shockjock]

[Under any other circumstances, that request would very likely be met with some further encouragement to go step out an airlock. However, as she's trying to get a lay of the land as far as the ship's electrical workings, she'll actually make an effort to be accommodating. Even if it might be somewhat annoying to have a conversation with someone moving around the room, seeing as how when she speaks up again, she's in the process of trying to figure out how the dispenser works.]

Lady, I got no idea what you're goin' on about, but that place sounds like a dump.

[Not that she drinks coffee anymore, but like everyone else in the studio back in her pre-supervillain days, it was basically like its own food group to her. That kind of rarity sounds awful.]

So do you need a cup or somethin' for this thing? I'm still workin' out how most of this junk works.

[stabsbothways]

Should be one up here, assuming you haven't found some way to shatter them.

[ She grabbed a plain metal cup from an overhead cabinet. ]

Antiva is actually a lovely hive of decadence and intrigue. Ferelden is more of the arse-end of the world, personally. Of course, that's nothing compared to the puddle of curdled beer that Tevinter is.

[shockjock]

[She may have tuned out just a bit after "decadence," because that immediately made Isabela's Stories From Home a whole lot more interesting than playing around with the ship's electronics. So she does forget granting the coffee request for a minute, and instead the machine starts sparking a lot before a whole lot of electrical discharge fires off onto the adjacent countertop, and once the lightshow's all finished up, Livewire's taken on a more personable non-appliance related form. And leaning forward with genuine interest for a change.]

Well then! I take it back- I kinda like the sound of this little backwater paradise.

[...oh wait she had agreed to do something.]

Oh. Whoops.

[She'll just go ahead and point a finger back at the coffee machine, and give it a briefly sustained zap at a much lower setting than she'd used to leave it, and it's good and ready for use soon enough!]

[stabsbothways]

Oh, you're a spirit.

[ She'd seen spirits before. Makes sense with the possessing things. She does eye the coffee machine a little skeptically, half expecting it to try to bite her. ]