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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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[She knows there is exactly 0% chance of that actually happening. And it shows. He's bound to have pieced together enough about her to know how bad an idea that would be, and she's not in any situation desperate enough to try forcing it. So she'll give that "joke" time to settle in before floating a far more realistic proposal instead.]
But hey, you're the tour guide- how 'bout the gold package? All I've seen of this place's been here and the weird wiring.
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I suppose we should start with the kitchen. You still need to eat, I assume.
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Doesn't everybody? Lead-on, Chuckles!
[Look at her, following along with such thoughtful feigned interest. Well, mostly, anyway- she wasn't kidding about having little to no idea what the actual interior of the ship looked like. She'd spent most of her time inside the walls after all. She had an idea, but it wasn't quite the same.]
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If I may ask, how did you get your powers?
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[There's a slight amount of irritation there, but it's just her usual self. Nothing exceptional.]
Buuut the short version is, some insufferable super-powered tightwad went 'n got me electrocuted. Big time.
[He's probably better off not delving too deep into that memory, since nothing about that was fun or painless. Even if it was over relatively quickly, it sure felt like it lasted a lot longer.
And if Superman ever shows up, she will resume her efforts to kill him. Publicly or in secret, it really doesn't matter to her.]
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I see. I'm sorry.
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[Not that killing him would fix it, but a sizzling super-corpse would go a long way toward making her feel better about it. Pay no mind to the giant ball of electric death she's formed around her fist in the meantime- she's just imagining it. She's back to her hyper-perky self soon enough, and it vanishes once she stops fantasizing about good ol' vengeance.
She's back to being all smiles as she leans down to Charles, hands now crossed behind her back]
So, how long you been on this little game show, huh? Learn anything I oughta know about?
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[ Charles doesn't concern himself too much with the details of the Atroma. He keeps his eyes and ears open (along with his power) but he's done this song and dance before. Biding his time for the right opening is a better use of his time. ]