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driftfleet2018-11-04 10:11 am
coinstability) wrote in driftfleet2018-11-04 10:11 am
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action + text.
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.]
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.]
no subject
Eugene, then. [He nods at the description of the co-captain, only there's one point he needs to clarify:] She isn't actually dying, I hope?
[He's a bit literal.]
no subject
[Exactly how old Escha is, Eugene has no idea, but if she's over twenty he'd be astounded. Having more than a decade on that, as far as he's concerned she's basically a kid.
He nods Connor into the galley, even if it isn't very spacious.]
Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?
no subject
[Whilst he does take Eugene's cue and glances at the galley, he turns back with a slightly bemused expression.]
There's no need. I don't eat or drink.
[Ordinarily, no one would even ask the question.]
no subject
What's not business as usual, however, is that refusal. He stops in his tracks, not even trying to hide his confusion.]
I'm sorry, what?
no subject
I'm an android.
no subject
[Okay, that - he's not going to day that makes sense, since he still knows almost nothing about androids, but it would explain the whole 'not needing nutrients' thing.]
So that's the story behind-? [He he lifts a curious eyebrow, tapping his forefinger against his own temple to mirror the little circle of blue light at Connor's.]
no subject
Connor nods, dropping his hand again. The LED itself tends to flicker every so often, much like a computer's power light as it works.]
Yes. All androids are required by law to have LEDs so that they're easily identified. [A pause, before he continues with a more thoughtful statement.] At least, that's the case currently.