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driftfleet2017-02-21 07:02 pm
shockjock) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-21 07:02 pm
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Video - Turning the dial!
Who: Livewire
Broadcast: Network
Action: Anyone who happens to be on the Heron
When: 2/21
[Yep, the Heron's high-voltage communication's specialist was still glitching out. But as she didn't presently look like a walking Tesla coil, and instead looked like someone on the tail end of an all-nighter. Twelve of them. And siphoning off more power from the ship than usual had done nothing to fix that, so she'd resigned herself to being a lazy lump. A bored lazy lump. Currently propped up against her station and idly zapping the console with one finger as she cycled through what seemed like an endless stream of traffic. At least she was considerate enough- or more likely, lazy enough- to not transmit her search over the entire ship's intercom system, and was keeping her noise-making limited to the bridge.]
Nope. [Bzzt!]
Nuh-uh. [Bzzt!]
Bo-ring. [Bzzt!]
[Eventually, she'd glance up and realize she was being recorded again, but the most she can muster is an annoyed roll of the eyes. Something was definitely off, but it was arguably better than an angry electrical discharge.]
Y'know, for a galaxy jam-packed with all kindsa weird aliens, you'd think it'd be easy to find some decent tunes.
[...this was probably not the best use of the ship's communication's suite, but yep. She was definitely just sitting there scanning all frequencies just to find something to listen to. How any alien life could make it all the way to space travel and not have Space Radio was inconceivable for her, so darn it, she was looking for it.]
Broadcast: Network
Action: Anyone who happens to be on the Heron
When: 2/21
[Yep, the Heron's high-voltage communication's specialist was still glitching out. But as she didn't presently look like a walking Tesla coil, and instead looked like someone on the tail end of an all-nighter. Twelve of them. And siphoning off more power from the ship than usual had done nothing to fix that, so she'd resigned herself to being a lazy lump. A bored lazy lump. Currently propped up against her station and idly zapping the console with one finger as she cycled through what seemed like an endless stream of traffic. At least she was considerate enough- or more likely, lazy enough- to not transmit her search over the entire ship's intercom system, and was keeping her noise-making limited to the bridge.]
Nope. [Bzzt!]
Nuh-uh. [Bzzt!]
Bo-ring. [Bzzt!]
[Eventually, she'd glance up and realize she was being recorded again, but the most she can muster is an annoyed roll of the eyes. Something was definitely off, but it was arguably better than an angry electrical discharge.]
Y'know, for a galaxy jam-packed with all kindsa weird aliens, you'd think it'd be easy to find some decent tunes.
[...this was probably not the best use of the ship's communication's suite, but yep. She was definitely just sitting there scanning all frequencies just to find something to listen to. How any alien life could make it all the way to space travel and not have Space Radio was inconceivable for her, so darn it, she was looking for it.]
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[Even her urge to be a mouthy pain in the neck seems to have taken a hit- way more apathy in her voice than usual, and it screamed disinterest or indifference more than the usual smugness.]
What'sa matter blondie, you never heard of remote control?
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Not from someone's fingers.
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[Which was a very one sided recollection of events, but like hell she's giving Superjerk the benefit of the doubt. She's not so drained she'd cut him any slack.]
If it takes a charge, I take charge. Least that's how it usually goes down.
[She couldn't, for example, take the ship for a joyride. Yes, she's tried. Several times, actually, not that she'd be sharing that information with the rest of the crew.]
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Good-two-boots?
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[Livewire Logic(TM)]
Y'know, the cape'n long johns crowd. Fancy superpowers, adored by the simple-minded, decide it's their job to be supercop-slash-babysitter for the rest of us. Give 'emselves stupid high-an-mighty names like Su-per-man.
[...the cattiness there probably wasn't her A-material, but she was tired, alright? This glitch stuff sucks.]
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So Superman did this to you?
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[You are one weird little person, you know that?]
Of course he did. What other brainless bruiser's flyin' around Metropolis? Him 'n his backup dancer are the only super-jerks in town.
[Last she heard, anyway. Somebody got forcibly relocated to a STAR Labs facility in Gotham, and hasn't really had much contact with the outside since.]
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Wait, who's the "backup dancer"?
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Some brat kid callin' herself Supergirl. Wasn't around at first, but showed up a while back.
[And somehow wound up in Gotham, because so much for superheroes respecting one another's turf. Leave it to the villains to be the polite ones about not showing up on somebody else's playground. Well, most of them, anyway.]
I'd tell ya to get off your lazy butt and just ask the internet, but apparently we don't get the web out here, either.
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And I'm sure she's more than some backup dancer.
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[She will get the laziest wave of dismissal ever, mostly because Livewire's perfectly content to continue just leaning on her console like a lump.]
Makes you feel any better, I'll bump her all the way up to Super Cheerleader. Skirt's a weird call, but at least she ain't flyin' around in blue long johns and a pair of red underpants. So, points for knowin' how to dress herself.
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The outfit, you idiot. Trade that dumb cape for a pair of pom-poms and, presto, insta-cheerleader.
[Although, exhausted though she may be, she is starting to get a little suspicious, here. Just not in the right direction.]
What do you care, anyway? Didn't expect some rando to care so much about somebody else's life.
[While she had been under the impression she was the only person from her Earth- still weird to think about- here, she was starting to realize that the expected 'where the heck even is Metropolis' line of questioning hadn't shown up. It was almost as if...]
You some kinda Super-brat fangirl?
[...Livewire's suspicions were safely off target or something.]
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No. No! I'm just a reporter. I report on them sometimes. In National City.
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[Oh, right, she's not being obnoxious enough. She really misses her usual pep right about now and why is she yawning, she hasn't actually yawned in so long, everything about this is awful]
And nobody's ever heard of National City, so stick to your own planet's headaches, 'kay babe?