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

[exothermia]

[His immediate, instinctive reaction is to strengthen the magnetic fields around himself. The metal panels around them vibrate intensely for a moment before settling. Little effect though it might have on pure electricity it helps him reassert his ownership of the space - and if push comes to shove there's more where that came from. Erik still jerks back slightly, and scowls at her.]

No. Only the pilot can. And harassing him won't get you far either.

[shockjock]

[Hey, given how she can play with it- albeit to a way more limited extent- it isn't something that goes unnoticed. Sort of a gentle tug on the sleeve. If she wore sleeves that could be tugged, that is. Either way it's at least enough of a surprise that she's going to pause and think things through, because there were a lot of ways she might be in for an unexpected and entirely unwelcome surprise if she wasn't careful.]

Yeah, well, we'll just see about that. Like I'm gonna get stuck out here with your sorry butt just 'cuz some stuck-up old geezer's stingy with the keys!

[Tantrum still active, she'll go ahead and try to be more proactive about this. Like, say, shifting herself back into pure electricity and leaping into the assorted consoles on the bridge. It's enough to get them active, sure, she can do that much- but try as she might, none of the actual controls seem to respond to her. Despite the flurry of activity across the board, the most she's getting is an awful lot of blinking lights and a variety of messages on-screen announcing that she lacks the credentials to really do anything.]

[exothermia]

[The sudden move into the console is at least a bit more expected after her random appearance just seconds ago. Erik tenses, but as he watches the console blinking erratically, comes to realise that she isn't - or can't - actually do anything. He lets this go on for a few poignant seconds before commenting.]

Can't find the ignition?

[shockjock]

[She'll just go ahead and fire off a quick electrical blast in his direction. Not terribly well-aimed, she's busy with other stuff, but enough to hopefully shut up the peanut gallery.]

Shut it, Pops. Just 'cause you're up for spendin' the rest of your life as some alien prisoner don't mean I have to be!

[exothermia]

[It still grazes past and gives him quite the static shock. Cursing, he swipes an arm over his face, and glares at the console. Anyone more personable and he'd be on to asking about her powers. As it stands, he'll just... have to get to that later, when he's less irritated.]

By all means then, do teach me a lesson by getting out of the Fleet. I'll be happy to eat my words.