Looma Red Wind (Four-Armed Force of Nature) (
tough_love) wrote in
driftfleet2017-09-01 06:17 pm
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[video] Someone's on edge
Who: Looma Red Wind and anyone who can still put up with her
Broadcast: Network
Action: Anyone actually awake on the Bishop
When: Early, early in the space-morningwhenever that is
[While most people would be content to, you know, sleep once in a while, it seems like Looma's spending this Drift dealing with a remarkable lack of it. She looks the part too- one does not switch over to getting by on nothing but micro naps over the course of several days without exhausting themselves. Tetramands are apparently no different.
She's sitting in her chair aboard the Bishop, fighting back sleep as best she can while poring over any readout of the ship she can get her hands on. Less than half of it makes any sense to her, but it doesn't have to- she knows what everything should look like, she's just on alert for any suspicious changes.]
I have only been a part of this wretched show for less than one human year, so there is much about our shared enemy that I do not understand. I know that this last occasion was not the first time they have thrown us into one another's memories, but what has been happening recently feels... different.
[Yep, she's another one who wound up getting a strange dream. She's not a fan of it. For one thing, they're not supposed to happen while you're awake. To say it's put her on high alert would be an understatement- her only response was to assume an impending move by the Atroma or, even worse, a complete unknown.]
I have noticed several others have been having strange dreams. I was not asleep for mine.
I must know if the Atroma are responsible, or if there is some new presence toying with us. Have they been behind anything like this in the past? If they have not, I have two concerns.
One: They are plotting something, and changing how they plan to toy with us.
Two: We will soon be dealing with some new threat.
[She's...kind of forgotten where she was going with this, by this point. And for a moment it looks like she's going to nod off in the chair again, before her eyes snap wide again and she regains some measure of focus.]
...any insight would be appreciated. Especially from those of us who have been here long enough to know what to expect. I have been unable to find any satisfactory explanation on my own.
Broadcast: Network
Action: Anyone actually awake on the Bishop
When: Early, early in the space-morning
[While most people would be content to, you know, sleep once in a while, it seems like Looma's spending this Drift dealing with a remarkable lack of it. She looks the part too- one does not switch over to getting by on nothing but micro naps over the course of several days without exhausting themselves. Tetramands are apparently no different.
She's sitting in her chair aboard the Bishop, fighting back sleep as best she can while poring over any readout of the ship she can get her hands on. Less than half of it makes any sense to her, but it doesn't have to- she knows what everything should look like, she's just on alert for any suspicious changes.]
I have only been a part of this wretched show for less than one human year, so there is much about our shared enemy that I do not understand. I know that this last occasion was not the first time they have thrown us into one another's memories, but what has been happening recently feels... different.
[Yep, she's another one who wound up getting a strange dream. She's not a fan of it. For one thing, they're not supposed to happen while you're awake. To say it's put her on high alert would be an understatement- her only response was to assume an impending move by the Atroma or, even worse, a complete unknown.]
I have noticed several others have been having strange dreams. I was not asleep for mine.
I must know if the Atroma are responsible, or if there is some new presence toying with us. Have they been behind anything like this in the past? If they have not, I have two concerns.
One: They are plotting something, and changing how they plan to toy with us.
Two: We will soon be dealing with some new threat.
[She's...kind of forgotten where she was going with this, by this point. And for a moment it looks like she's going to nod off in the chair again, before her eyes snap wide again and she regains some measure of focus.]
...any insight would be appreciated. Especially from those of us who have been here long enough to know what to expect. I have been unable to find any satisfactory explanation on my own.

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[A third dream? Another message?]
Did the shadows have any kind of shape to them?
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[Which, really, only sounded a paltry fraction as ominous as it had actually felt at the time.]
They had no recognizable form. But they were growing. From everywhere. I recognized them as a threat- me. Someone who has battled creatures half the size of these ships, and faced beings even larger still.
[It sounded just as ridiculous to her, but that was also part of what made the entire ordeal as worrying as it was. Not only did she have no idea what was going on to cause it in the first place, but something about what she'd seen had somehow reached the level that she'd recognized it as a serious and immediate danger. That could not possibly bode well.]
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Some people are saying we're approaching something called a singing planet. Have you heard of that?
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[She's going to take a brief break here, and just try to rub the fatigue out of her eyes. For what good it would do.]
But I am not inclined to be optimistic about any situation that involves having control over my own thoughts taken from me. It has happened before. It did not lead to anything you would consider pleasant.
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We should keep each other updated, though. The more people working on this, the better chance we have of solving it.
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[She'll take a moment here to send over someone's personal comm code, just as a precaution.]
If I am out of contact for any reason, leave any information you have with Sayid Jarrah. He is my second, and will ensure it reaches me.
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