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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!)

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[The first call to his name Vash doesn't respond just keeps weakly reaching forward and muttering with unfocused eyes.]

Here kitty... kitty...

Hey... hey. Are you okay?

[and he kind of reaches toward him because... he is probably seeings things. Vash can't actually look like that, right?]

[It isn't until Nel nearly touches him does Vash come out of his stupor. Flinching slightly as one does when a dream suddenly comes to an end. The outlaw calmly looks around the ship in lazy confusion. Wasn't he just chasing a cat through the stars? Yes, that seems right. His head moves gently side to side, taking in the view of the ship and still looking for the cat.

Another few moments and Vash will remember the death that tends to come with being in open space, but what will Nel do as Vash "wakes up"?]

...huh...

[he'll stare at all of those scars, obviously. it's a little horrifying, but he's only half-sure it's even real... and this is far from the freakiest thing he's seen, really.

so, he continues to reach toward him--moving to place a hand on one of the deep, jagged marks on Vash's arm.]

...I said, are you okay?

[Vash's skin flinches slightly as Nel touches it, but he doesn't pull away. Just the last trail of the dream slipping away. Reality of touch shocking his system a bit. The scar is deep, jagged, and rough. Clearly one that is fairly old.]

Yeah, just a bit of sleep walking. And these? [He nods his head towards his torso.] Are all old.

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Better than never! Here I was thinking Vash escaped with no one seeing his scars

I apologize in advance if Nel gossips about it......

As long as it's to Vash and not me as I'd find it hilarious

I meant to others in the fleet but yes :'D

XD I knew! I meant as long as you were saying sorry to Vash and not me as a player >D