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driftfleet2017-01-28 02:07 am
shockjock) wrote in driftfleet2017-01-28 02:07 am
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Heron - She's your problem now [Video + Action]
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 newcell 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.]
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
-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.]
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[Well, not a literal prison, anyway. As for his question, well, all signs pointed to her continuing to be angry and obnoxious. And the over-emphasized roll of her eyes was just the beginning.]
Gee, what gave it away- the hair?
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Flashy.
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[Nevermind that the quip made little to no sense, her tone of voice is making her displeasure clear all the same.]
I'm basically pure energy, pops. Anybody tries messin' with it, they're gettin' about a million volts for the trouble.
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Flashy and rude. You could do with manners.
[A pause.]
Would you happen to be a superhero? You're rather... terrible at social skills, for one.
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That's probly got somethin' to do with the fact I'm not one of those tights-wearin' tightwads. And I don't plan on turnin' into little miss goody-two-boots anytime soon, either!
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... Are you implying then that you're usually the criminal in the equation?
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I guess some people see it that way.
You know.
The stupid ones.
[AKA: everyone. She has a slightly negative opinion regarding anyone not her.]
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[DEAD-EYED AND SUCH A DRY TONE, NOW.]
Then what do you categorize yourself as?