Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2015-04-01 09:00 am
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[according to the scanners, the fleet is hitting some kind of anomaly today... or is it? the electronics have all been acting very strangely today. it's hard to tell which readings are real, and which are errors.
like this reading here that says the temperature is plummeting into the negatives. it doesn't feel cold, does it? and this one saying that life-forms are popping up all over the ship is very strange.
though, then again, maybe you're seeing things. if there is something going on with the electronics, maybe it's affecting the augments as well... because some of these things that you're seeing just can't be real.
or maybe you're feeling fine (you're sure of it) and that crewmate of yours--the one who is sitting in the corner and meticulously wadding up an entire roll of toilet paper--he is the one obviously having problems.
either way, between the electronics malfunctioning and the crews' questionable grasp on reality, it's impossible to tell if the strange broadcast crackling through waves of static is even really happening.]
TEN. NINE. [--the voice is digital. robotic. nothing like the boisterous man's voice that follows]
Am I calibrated? I don't feel calibrated... [more static. hissing and buzzing.]
EIGHT. --No, I can't do that. Just get it done, and-- SEVEN. SIX.
Ha! [he laughs. and a woman laughs along with, somewhere deeper in the interference.] Like that would ever happen. FIVE. ...Yeah, get a load of this guy, right? Classic.
Don't forget to smile, darlin'. FOUR. ...Okay, okay. I got it.
[the buzzing rises. and he suddenly sounds much more serious.] Sure. Whatever you say.
THREE. TWO.
--I hate this part--
(ooc: happy april first, floots. these effects only last ICly for today, but feel free to backtag and whatnot if you come to the party late. feel free to use this post for all reactions, hallucinations, confused broadcasts, checking on your crew, or any other related hijinks. have fun!)
like this reading here that says the temperature is plummeting into the negatives. it doesn't feel cold, does it? and this one saying that life-forms are popping up all over the ship is very strange.
though, then again, maybe you're seeing things. if there is something going on with the electronics, maybe it's affecting the augments as well... because some of these things that you're seeing just can't be real.
or maybe you're feeling fine (you're sure of it) and that crewmate of yours--the one who is sitting in the corner and meticulously wadding up an entire roll of toilet paper--he is the one obviously having problems.
either way, between the electronics malfunctioning and the crews' questionable grasp on reality, it's impossible to tell if the strange broadcast crackling through waves of static is even really happening.]
TEN. NINE. [--the voice is digital. robotic. nothing like the boisterous man's voice that follows]
Am I calibrated? I don't feel calibrated... [more static. hissing and buzzing.]
EIGHT. --No, I can't do that. Just get it done, and-- SEVEN. SIX.
Ha! [he laughs. and a woman laughs along with, somewhere deeper in the interference.] Like that would ever happen. FIVE. ...Yeah, get a load of this guy, right? Classic.
Don't forget to smile, darlin'. FOUR. ...Okay, okay. I got it.
[the buzzing rises. and he suddenly sounds much more serious.] Sure. Whatever you say.
THREE. TWO.
--I hate this part--
(ooc: happy april first, floots. these effects only last ICly for today, but feel free to backtag and whatnot if you come to the party late. feel free to use this post for all reactions, hallucinations, confused broadcasts, checking on your crew, or any other related hijinks. have fun!)
BISHOP-WIDE ACTION
[as soon as it goes off, hiro is peeling out of the cargo hold and to the control room where the main panel is. he's worried something's really happening, but what he finds is the display on the panel glitching out as well. he tries to turn them off with the button; it pauses them for a moment and then they start up again. he tries to stop them individually, and the same thing happens to the ones that will actually respond.
[when he's running back to the cargo hold for his tools, you might catch him stopping in the hall and staring, wide-eyed, at something. but after about fifteen seconds, he shakes his head, looks down at the ground, and then takes off for those tools again.
[eventually, he'll remove the panel from the wall, which stops the alarms (for now).]
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[there's split-second of relief when he does locate him, but that quickly turns to guilt and worry.]
Belthazar..?
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I-is it... over?
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[oh my god you look so upset. he's talking so gently.]
Your hearing is probably really sensitive, isn't it..? I'm sorry.
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I thought-- I thought the city was...
[He doesn't bother explaining. He shakes his head fiercely.]
... You can hide down here too, if you want.
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Alright.
[let me just squeeze in here, as if that's hard or as if i have not done i before.]
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What I saw wasn't real, [he says softly, seriously.] I know that, but down here... When I am down here, I don't have to think about anything.
What if I see something that I want to be real?
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... You weather it. This can't last long...
[he glances out toward the center of the room, then back at belth]
What did you see..?
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[Belthazar isn't sure how to continue with this line of conversation. He looks down at his gently-booted feet.]
Someone who isn't around anymore. Someone I-- haven't seen in a long time.
[Someone who is, presumably, dead. But he refuses to give up on the notion that they are alive.]
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[he tries to give a reassuring smile, and the knowing empathy in it is a little more potent than belthazar might expect from this weird little human kid.]
If I were in your shoes, I'd want it to be real, too.
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... I've never had a human say that to me before.
[He doesn't even sound bitter, just sad.]
War is terrible, and everyone has lost someone. It's not...
[He trails off, his voice cracking in an obvious way.]
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[he pauses.]
You remember how I mentioned that our medic is my brother?
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I... never thought of it that way.
[He lifts his head and peers at Hiro again. He pauses so he can move some of his crazy bangs out of his face.]
Yes?
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... and when it did, it was really hard to wrap my heart around. It's still hard sometimes. If either of us leaves here, we'll be separated for good again. Our parents died when I was three, and Tadashi helped raise me. It's really hard knowing we're on a short time limit... but I think I'd still want it to happen, even if I had thought that far ahead before he showed up.
[he takes a deep breath, exhaling the bubbling tangle of emotions that starts at his throat when he talks about this.]
So, I guess, what I'm saying... is that you're not really alone feeling that way. If he weren't here, I bet you anything I'd have been seeing him in the hallway. Instead, all I was seeing was fire. [and microbots pouring out of the walls but]
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Truth be told, Belthazar is not very good at dealing with things. And the fact it's so much like his story...
He laughs quietly, brokenly.]
W-what awful luck. [He sucks in a breath through his teeth, trying not to cry.] I'm an orphan, too. My sister raised me, until she...
[He looks at Hiro helplessly, perhaps even a little scared. He's gone through a lot of emotions in a week. His fingers tremble beneath the gold edges of his sleeves, and then he grabs some of the loose fabric of Hiro's shirt sleeve and holds on.]
I-I'm not very good at this. I don't make friends. But I am... sorry.
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It's okay. I'm working on it... and from the sounds of it, you haven't gotten a lot of chances to do that. I bet she'd be proud of you for trying, though.
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which, when you can't talk above a whisper and the hallway is full of loud alarms... is kind of pointless.]
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[then he holds up a finger to ask her to wait and sprints to get the tools to remove the panel and stop the noise]
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[and then, there's blissful, ear-ringing silence.]
.... Jeez....
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and sighs.]
Phew. Wow... Okay. Did you hear any of that announcement before the alarms started freaking out?
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[her voice is almost hard to hear after that.]
... Something's... not right.
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[she shakes her head. she was kind of thinking there was a rift in the dreaming, but if Hiro can see it...]
Okay... Let's go make sure everyone else is all right. We'll go together.
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[yeah he might be... very fucking worried about tadashi right now, it's fine. totally fine.]