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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.]
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Not one for fantasy reading though, huh?
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It's not something I needed information on before.
[Now he's thinking there's a definite gap there, if he's going to legitimately be talking to elves and... who knows what else.]
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We've got gods, elves, werewolves, vampires, and who knows what else.
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Though the number of fantasy beings is a bit worrying.
[Why couldn't it have been straight-up aliens??]
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I can't get infected. Also, I really hope you're joking.
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Dead serious, my fella. It's been known to spread even to robots and inorganic life forms. Sometimes it's a tail, sometimes wings or elongated ears.
I heard one guy grew horns.
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[If only because that would raise even worse questions about What the Actual Fuck was happening.]
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[And also because then he can cast Illusion and make Connor believe he's sprouting horns or something.]
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[He has to go now. And consider how to add 'magic and elves' into his worldview.]
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