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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.]
[Action]
[Yep, still scanning. None of it's even close to what she's looking for, and it's hard to say whether that's because the ship's communications range isn't great enough to pick anything good up, or if it's just not designed to do so.]
Least a few of 'em were fun to look at though, huh?
[She ain't talkin supermodel good, neither. She can definitely appreciate the rough-around-the edges type.]
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Have to keep professional with the crew though. Give them an inch and they take a mile. Can't let them think that if they strut their stuff enough they can get out of swabbing duty.
[ She stayed quiet for a moment as she collected her thoughts and Livewire messed with the console more. Then she started singing. Her voice was not quite a tavern girls', but it was pleasant to the ear. ]
Sera was never quite an agreeable girl -
Her tongue tells tales of rebellion.
But she was so fast,
And quick with her bow,
No one quite knew where she came from.
Sera was never quite the quietest girl -
Her attacks are loud and they're joyful.
But she knew the ways of nobler men,
And she knew how to enrage them.
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Appreciate the sentiment babe, but I need a little more energy with my tunes. Even if this Sera girl sounds like my kinda lady.
[Which she totally does]
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Hey, bound to be a real band out there somewhere, right?
Doesn't make sense for aliens to get spaceships, but no music.
[Though, 'music made from lightning' does sound like a challenge. Something to play with later, at least.]
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[ This is all pretty much alien to her. ]
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[Hopefully, her choice of "boat" over "ship" could be forgiven in that she was not the seafaring sort.]
Way harder to figure out space travel than music.
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