GIDEON. (
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driftfleet2017-07-02 04:08 pm
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Entry tags:
one. voice + action.
Who: snarkbot + you!
Broadcast: ye.
Action: the special calibrations portion of the ship.
When: early evening, july 2.
( action. )
( voice. )
Broadcast: ye.
Action: the special calibrations portion of the ship.
When: early evening, july 2.
( action. )
[ when gideon wakes she's--well. more than a little confused. this is the first time ever she's not been connected to the waverider and it's disorienting. it takes her a minute of sitting in her room to figure out just what's wrong and why she feels like she has a stone resting in her stomach, but when she does she's a little peeved, honestly. she rifles around the room, finding her communicator but nothing else of note. unless you count the absolutely ridiculous throw blanket that she wraps around her shoulders.
gideon is, first and foremost, a computer so it's the communicator she's drawn to first. she spends a not insignificant amount of time flipping through it and figuring out what she can. once she's sort of got her bearings, she makes a network post of her own (see below) and then determines that exploring is a great idea.
as such, she can be found very curiously wandering barefoot through all the parts of the ship she can get into, occasionally pausing to simply touch things--walls, doors, furniture--with a slight frown on her face. and, yes, all the while she has the ugly as sin flamingo blanket with her. ]
( voice. )
[ the voice that comes through is surprisingly pleasant, all things considered, though there's a hint of testiness lurking behind the words. ]
I'm given to understand that this rather elaborate kidnapping has taken place because of a reality show, correct? One which we are all unwilling participants in. I'd like to know more about how this is broadcast, if anyone has that information. [ augh, having to ask for information instead of just looking it up is really unexpectedly annoying.
she pauses. ] I would also like to speak with anyone familiar with the Waverider or her crew.
no subject
Of course. [ peggy makes the tactical choice to defer. ] I'm afraid I'm merely running with what information he's given me. It hardly matters; the title's turned into something rather arbitrary in these parts. Just about anyone can be a ship's captain.
[ case in point, her. ]
no subject
Without any training or precedent?
no subject
But if a ship is fortunate, it'll end up with someone with a bit of both. [ training and precedent. something softens in her expression -- a rare gleam of affection. ] I've certainly heard no complaints from my crew.
[ well. not about her leadership, at least. ]
no subject
They are lucky to have you, then.
no subject
[ a name, if you please. she can guess, but she'd rather hear it from her. ]
no subject
[ there's a moment's pause before she remembers shaking hands is a thing she can do now, and offers her own from within the depths of the ugly blanket. ]
no subject
[ does one call a ship's ai 'miss'? peggy's nose crinkles at the question, but she just about barely manages to avoid asking it. the handshake helps. hers is firm and confident when she takes hold of gideon's hand. ]
Rip Hunter is a member of my crew, incidentally. [ a beat. ] Has he managed to track you down since your arrival?
[ something tells her -- some lingering instinct from that dreamscape -- that the man might be invested in touching base with this...well, woman. ]