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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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[i'm sorry if you're bothered by this, bishop crew. i mean, the alarms blaring and flashing all different kinds of colors can't be that annoying, right?

[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).]

[so hey guys, your usual quiet teenager is staring at the camera, kind of wide-eyed. there's some over-pronounced blinking going on.]

Hey, uh. Guys. Hey. Everything's going totally fine over here with absolutely no problems at all, except, is anyone else seeing the, um, the glowy thing...?

whs tfucm wa wuht tne mad osltm sai ?/??

Oh gods. [just two wide, staring, dilated elven eyes. taking up the whole screen.]

Oh... gods. [he draws in a gasp] ...Ohgodsohgods... Gods!

[and this will continue for some time. his crewmates can find him hunkered over at his comm station, with his nose almost pressed against the screen.

and the screen is black.]

[hey, so the broadcasts are coming in a little weird and crackly right now but you can mostly hear Robin's voice floating down from the overhead speakers.]

Okay, crew, I'm currently up to my eyeballs in the computer's mainframe hardware and the readings are coming in screwy, but I don't see anything wrong... The engine checked out too, even though my meter says it's running at about two-hundred-fourty degrees...

[...a clunk.]

So I don't know what to tell you. If either of our medical officers have any explanation, please speak up. Otherwise, remain calm and don't go pushing any buttons in a panic, all right?

[anyone can find him with the lower half of his body in an open part of the floor on the bridge--he removed the panel and he's dicking around with some of the readings and wires down there... he also keeps hearing shit, but he's doing very good at ignoring it.]

[Hello, Drift Fleet. Have a tap-dancing Beverly over in the Blue Fish's recreation room. "Why?" you ask. That's a good question. A very good question that Beverly would like answered right now. It's so hard to take her angry face seriously though! Look at her go! She really is quite an excellent dancer.]

What... the hell... is going on here?

[The scariest part is she swears she can see Data here with her. But that's not possible. Right?]

Edited 2015-04-01 18:46 (UTC)

[Koltira had expected an interminable stay in this place. That thought alone made him restless; worried. A prolonged confinement, particularly among the living, would not end well for him -- nor for anyone around him.

But it was all right, for now. He has mastery of himself.

At least, he thought he did.

Koltira's gravelly, echoing voice is an eerie murmur over the feed, repeating several times.]

They've returned -- they have returned --

[He clutches at his temples, and his blue eyes go wide. The lichfire blazes, sends sparks of icy flame skittering onto the floor and sparking on the walls around him. On his knees, Koltira starts to howl.

His nails, dug deep into either side of his head, begin to draw black, viscous blood.]

Edited 2015-04-01 18:45 (UTC)

[Oh look, it's Sokka, and his face is pressed to the screen.]

Okay, okay but.

WHAT IF HATS WERE MADE OF CHEESE?!!!!

[So far the electronics are going crazy, the senior doctor is dancing tap and the captain wants a hat made out of cheese. Allen was concerned until he saw what date it was, then- well, after years of experience- he became both worried and annoyed]

[And so he finally decides to give an announcement over the overhead speakers. He can be found in the bridge area in the mean time]

Hello, this is your first mate speaking. I'm sure you've all noticed that there's been some...oddities in our electronics and fellow crew's behaviour. It could be something odd the region we're passing through, or that it's...April's Fools day- I'm looking into it. If anyone else can offer an explanation, that'd be wonderful!

Until then, do your best to keep calm, avoid actions you'll regret later and....in case if you feel an overwhelming compulsion to sing, I recommend turning off your network communicator.

Thank you!

[And if anyone wants to find him, he's staring at the control panels in the bridge because.......yeah. He's a doctor not an engineer or a pilot, what the hell does half this stuff do???]

[The video captures Aang as he's resting on the cold steer floor. He seems to be embracing it and smiling as if it's the opposite of a cold floor.]

So fuzzy...

[As the false alarms go off, one of Aang's eyes snap open, and he raises his heads to murmur at empty space.]

Momo! Can you keep it down? You're gonna wake Appa like this!

[Vash shuffled out of bed with an armful of clothing to put on in the bathroom. He had been so careful to only change when and where his crew wouldn't see. Easier said than done with his crew-mates. Still, Vash was careful to hide his scars from his crew. He just didn't feel like explaining how he got so many scars.

He takes had just taken off his night shirt and was about to take his pants off when he heard a familiar sound.]

Neyro~

[Vash turns and there sitting in the doorway is a black cat with green eyes.] Hey, I know you!

[The cat licks it's paw a couple times before she looks at Vash and speaks in a soothing voice to the gunman.] I know the secret to universal peace and harmony. Would you like me to share the secret with you? [Vash nods dumbfounded by the image in front of him. He'd never heard of a talking cat before.] Then you must catch me.

[The cat dashes off with Vash crying out for it to wait just behind it.

Of course; the cat isn't really there and it's just Vash slowly and gently bumping into the wall outside the bathroom with his shirt off over and over again. Lovely sight to wake up to. He's also managed to knock his personal communicator over in the shuffle. Thanks to Vash's amazing luck it has turned on when it fell. Do you call out to him?]

Edited 2015-04-05 21:33 (UTC)

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BISHOP-WIDE ACTION

NETWORK | video

NETWORK | te...xt...?

Video | Three Twins

BLOODSPORT-WIDE ANNOUNCEMENT or ACTION

Fleetwide Video | Action on the Blue Fish

fleet-wide video | action on the paisley

Fleetwide Video | Blue Fish