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driftfleet2015-04-01 09:00 am
thespaceopera) wrote in 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!)
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My name is Allen.
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Do you really think I am going to fall for that?
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Wes, quit fooling around and just fix it. I know you can.
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Dr. Crusher. I'm not your son- I'm sorry, but he's not here.
I'm Allen.
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Allen? What do you mean he's not here? You're... you're right there.
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[He takes a couple steps back. Ugh does it make him uncomfortable when he's called the wrong thing.]
Hold on, I'm going to see if I can do anything to get you to...rest.
[Before you collapse from dancing or hallucinations or...something]
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[Too late. She rocks dangerously before collapsing to the floor. Fortunately, her head doesn't hit anything on the way down. Her body is simply too exhausted to keep this up.]