action + text.

[coinstability]

Who: Connor + you
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide text
Action: Marsiva and the Starduck
When: November 2nd - 4th

the marsiva - action.

[Connor can't say that he likes waking up with no idea where he is or how he came to be there, but he'll concede that it's something different, at least. He rolls that concept around just long enough to get a look out of the viewing windows at the unfamiliar planets below before he gets to work.

The communicator is the obvious place to start, though Connor quickly realises that he can't bypass any of the security systems in the network. All he can do is scan through what's available. He does that over the course of a minute, frowning down at the device in his hand, before he pockets it and starts looking around the hospitality deck instead. Anyone coming across him there will find him in the process of placing his hand on various electronics and robotic equipment - the skin of his hand sliding away leaving only white plating - with an ever increasing look of mild frustration on his face, the LED on his temple spinning bright yellow.]

the starduck - action.

[Well, he knew it was coming thanks to the network information, but it's still startling when the sudden jump to another spaceship happens. Connor blinks with surprise, then takes a moment to brush the scattered confetti off his hair and jacket. The plate of pudding nearby gets only a passing glance before he leaves the bridge. He can't eat it, after all.

Instead he seeks out the other crew members of the Starduck, checking the other rooms until he finds someone.]

Hello. My name is Connor. I'm-- the newly assigned Communications officer on the ship.

[Nearly said something else there for a second before he caught himself. That's a habit he needs to break.]

fleetwide text.

I understand from going through the network that these communication devices sometimes activate on their own. Is there a pattern or cause for when they do this?

[He's got some theories himself, but the network isn't the full story. Best to get an idea from the actual people trapped here.]

Comments

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[privateeyed]

whatever is the most inconvenient or funniest probably
if theres an actual pattern or cause i dont know what it is but thats my educated guess for the reason pile

[coinstability]

It did look like the broadcasts happened at moments people would prefer not to put on display. Or at least when they weren't expecting it.

Do you mean funniest to the 'audience'?

[privateeyed]

pretty much yeah
audience and the atroma too cuz theyre probably into it too

[coinstability]

That would mean they're keeping track of us another way, in order to pick the right moments to turn the communicators on.

voice

[monolike]

You know, I don't know! It happened really recently to me too; although the bed was on fire, so it could've been one of us bumping the communicator. I'm still not sure.

[coinstability]

[Hmm, okay. He switches to voice as well, so there's no mistaking the note of concern creeping in there.]

That does count as inconvenient, but... why was your bed on fire?

[monolike]

That's another thing that happens every so often...have you heard of the glitches yet?

[coinstability]

I have, but what I've heard-- [Seen on the network, same thing.] --doesn't make a lot of sense.

text;

[abracafcku]

Haven't had it happen yet, but considering this place? Probably one of two:

A) Most inconvenient timing
B) Most entertaining timing

[coinstability]

And often both, from what I'm hearing.

[abracafcku]

Yeah, thankfully I haven't fallen victim yet. I tend to keep mine in a bag as much as possible just in case.

[coinstability]

That should be something everyone does, but I'm guessing it isn't.

[That's a lie, he's not guessing. He knows damn well people don't since he's seen some of those posts.]

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[seeingscarlet]

I think whenever it would be most entertaining for the people watching

I try not to keep mine out unless I'm using it

[coinstability]

That's a good idea.

[Frankly, the number of people here who seem to leave the things lying out with the cameras facing up is worrying.]

It wouldn't help with audio, but covering up the camera should block the images at least.

[seeingscarlet]

[Look, okay, Natasha taught her well.]

I don't know how much real privacy it is? But it's privacy from the rest of the Fleet

[coinstability]

It's not a permanent solution, no. You could just throw it away.

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene is at his usual station, the kitchen, waiting on a loaf of bread that he has going in the oven and minding a pot of stew. It's the kind of cooking with plenty of downtime, and while he waits he's working on his latest project, inexpertly whittling down a chess set with a small knife and a small pile of interestingly-colored scrap wood that he scavenged on their last planet. The steady sound of footsteps coming down the hall catches his attention before an unfamiliar face pops around the corner, and by the time their new communications officer is introducing himself he's shifting off a galley chair and stepping forward to offer a hand, curved metal foot of his prosthetic left leg thunking dully against the floor.]

Welcome aboard. I'm Eugene Woods - cook and co-captain here on the Starduck.

[He tries so hard to pronounce the name like it's a decent, respectable ship's name. He really does.]

[coinstability]

[The kitchen isn't so surprising a place to find anyone, and Connor had heard activity in the room before entering. It's something of a relief to see another member of the crew around.

The offered hand does give him pause for a moment, unused to being greeted like a person. Connor's gaze flicks downwards briefly at Eugene's leg, the LED on his temple blinking for a moment - prosthetic, not very advanced - before he looks back up and takes the offered hand and shakes it.]

It's good to meet you, Captain. [Connor isn't phased by the ship name, at least. Many of them are slightly odd.] There are two captains on the ship then?

[survivalistcookbook]

[There's a funny, awkward moment where Connor's sneaking a peek at Eugene's leg at the exact same moment that Eugene's eyes are caught by the flicker of light just past the point of his eyebrow, and he knows that neither of them are actually going to say a thing about their particular curiosity. It puts a crookedness to his default pleasant smile, and he shakes his head, holding up his hand in a 'you really don't have to' kind of gesture.]

Eugene's fine. I'm pretty sure I'm just a captain on a technicality anyway. You should see the other captain pretty soon- [He indicates the height of someone almost a head shorter than him - maybe five-two or thereabouts.] She's about yea big, pink hair, terminally perky. That's Escha. She's our lab support.

text; encrypted

[unbearablynaive]

[Now this one comes in before the fleetwide text -pretty much immediately after he can detect someone poking around the edges of the Twin Roses' newly-established firewall. They'd been a few weeks without a Communications officer, and a certain former captain still takes his duties entirely too seriously.

Granted, it hadn't been an attack at all, more like someone feeling out its shape, but that in itself is unusual enough to grab his attention.]

May I ask who this is?

[It's signed with a little signature block that's easy enough to pick apart: windrose-vision.avengers-SI]

[coinstability]

[The scoping out of the network was taking longer than Connor had anticipated, unfamiliar coding and staggering amounts of encryption making it far less simple than accessing a CyberLife network at home. It would take a lot more than a cursory look to get past the basic network - and he wasn't about to press his luck just now. When he investigates the Twin Roses and actually gets a ping back, he stops. So, someone's paying attention.

Connor's response is almost immediate in the way a human's can't be, not tied to physical keystrokes.]

My name is Connor. I'm a new passenger.

[He doesn't sign off with anything himself for now.]

[unbearablynaive]

[Oh, excellent. That explains the curiosity, and the Vision sends a quick burst with the basic information about his ship - current roster, capabilities, and the interesting fact that it was once two different ships that managed to combine into one. Nothing one couldn't get from poking around, but he offers it up in an easy-to-find format. His reply is likewise very quick.]

Welcome to the Drift Fleet, Connor. Did you receive the Communications augment, or are you naturally curious about networks? Or both, though I'm the latter alone.

text

[ginger_firebird]

I don't know about spontaneously, but I have a gift for knocking mine over.

[coinstability]

And that's when it activates for you?

[ginger_firebird]

Every goddamn time. I don't know if it's an electrical surge or me accidentally pressing buttons trying to set it right.