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driftfleet2019-02-19 11:02 pm
winscenario) wrote in driftfleet2019-02-19 11:02 pm
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Who: Jim Kirk 2.0 & you?
Broadcast: no
Action: Marsiva
When: latter part of the calibrations; during the glitching issues
[ Jim notices something is off right on the first day it happens.
It doesn't take much, granted. Having a pilot augment, and having taken to exploring this ship for the past few weeks, he quickly notices when previously plain and inconspicuous glass squares now reveal themselves to be actual computers. He doesn't touch them right away, though, first making sure that he's completely alone in the hallway, and< then he starts poking around.
He doesn't dredge up all the information in one go, unfortunately. But he also is perfectly convinced that he can just go back the next day and pick up where he left off.
But the next day he wakes up, and he remembers none of it.
The second time he's not as stupid, though. This time there's something nagging at the back of his mind, like when he knows he's forgotten something, he just can't quite put his finger on what. Something clicks when he passes by one of those screens again, though. He looks far more worried now as he digs up all the information he did the last time, and then some. He lingers for longer this time too, tries to find out even more from the computer, even attempts to find some way to save the data or send it somewhere.
When all that fails, he makes a beeline to his room, and grabs his personal journal so he can start jotting down everything he saw, everything he remembers. The names of any of the files and research reports that wouldn't open; the names of planets and whatever basic information was there on them, including all the comments on this "Evronias" planet; all the coordinates provided; all the ships' names and information, present and past; even the basic information on every passenger on the Fleet. He has an excellent memory, nearly flawless, but he still goes back to the computer another time, making sure he has all the information he manages to get his hands on.
Then, at the end of it all, he adds a single line: "You've forgotten once."
And from then on, each day that he wakes up and goes through the same glitch again, he adds another line to his journal, explaining what happened this time, and saying how many times it's now been that he's forgotten. He'll probably look more and more concerned and frustrated as the days go by, and more and more attached to his personal journal too. If he sees someone he trusts, he might approach to ask if they've noticed anything weird going on, but if not, he might still be easy to spot near one of those squares made of black glass, or sitting somewhere, jotting something down almost frantically into his journal.
Whatever's going on, he'll find a way to keep remember it. And he can only hope that whatever's making him forget about this one thing, won't make him forget about everything else, too. ]
Broadcast: no
Action: Marsiva
When: latter part of the calibrations; during the glitching issues
[ Jim notices something is off right on the first day it happens.
It doesn't take much, granted. Having a pilot augment, and having taken to exploring this ship for the past few weeks, he quickly notices when previously plain and inconspicuous glass squares now reveal themselves to be actual computers. He doesn't touch them right away, though, first making sure that he's completely alone in the hallway, and< then he starts poking around.
He doesn't dredge up all the information in one go, unfortunately. But he also is perfectly convinced that he can just go back the next day and pick up where he left off.
But the next day he wakes up, and he remembers none of it.
The second time he's not as stupid, though. This time there's something nagging at the back of his mind, like when he knows he's forgotten something, he just can't quite put his finger on what. Something clicks when he passes by one of those screens again, though. He looks far more worried now as he digs up all the information he did the last time, and then some. He lingers for longer this time too, tries to find out even more from the computer, even attempts to find some way to save the data or send it somewhere.
When all that fails, he makes a beeline to his room, and grabs his personal journal so he can start jotting down everything he saw, everything he remembers. The names of any of the files and research reports that wouldn't open; the names of planets and whatever basic information was there on them, including all the comments on this "Evronias" planet; all the coordinates provided; all the ships' names and information, present and past; even the basic information on every passenger on the Fleet. He has an excellent memory, nearly flawless, but he still goes back to the computer another time, making sure he has all the information he manages to get his hands on.
Then, at the end of it all, he adds a single line: "You've forgotten once."
And from then on, each day that he wakes up and goes through the same glitch again, he adds another line to his journal, explaining what happened this time, and saying how many times it's now been that he's forgotten. He'll probably look more and more concerned and frustrated as the days go by, and more and more attached to his personal journal too. If he sees someone he trusts, he might approach to ask if they've noticed anything weird going on, but if not, he might still be easy to spot near one of those squares made of black glass, or sitting somewhere, jotting something down almost frantically into his journal.
Whatever's going on, he'll find a way to keep remember it. And he can only hope that whatever's making him forget about this one thing, won't make him forget about everything else, too. ]
no subject
Yes, but... not in the way you have.
[ He bit his lip as he walked, glancing at the walls, like he was searching for something on them. ]
Honestly it's concerning we're seeing things at all.
no subject
[ He didn't think they were going crazy. What he thought was that their implants were supposed to mask these things, but that for whatever reason they were malfunctioning, and some of them were getting these glimpses and fragments of information. Maybe they weren't that important, or maybe they could be clues for something, so Jim was taking notes on all of it. ]
What have you noticed, then? Victor found a lab in what looked like an old storage room, to me. Keith mentioned someone being able to see the inner workings of the ship.
no subject
They're both concerning. Because if whatever is keeping us from seeing it is messing up, and it's in our heads? Not exactly setting me at ease. I really don't need anything short-circuiting.
[ He slid open the door to his room and ushered the other inside, going to a drawer and tugging it open to pull out a little journal of his own. He motioned for the other sit and then took up a space beside him, flicking open his journal to show off light sketches of the things he had seen in the walls and notes surrounding them, like a scientific notation. His was not the skill of his counterpart, but it was better than stick figures. ]
They say walls have ears... I guess these decided to take a twist on that.
[ Gears, cogs, what looked like arms. He's circled the words "Multimedia Enrichment Host Ship #56295001" several times for emphasis. ]
no subject
[ And Jim had tried not to think much about it. He really didn't want to start freaking out that the chip in his head might just zap and fry his brain. Right now he'd much rather focus on what exactly they were all seeing. Hopefully they'd be able to figure something out before, you know... a potential gruesome death.
He took the journal from Kirk, frowning as he leafed through the notes, fingertips tracing the lines and words. ]
Nothing... seems to make sense. Victor had hoped that each of these things would work as pieces of a puzzle, but I gotta tell you, it's one hell of a puzzle. [ Still, he opened his own journal, copying some of Kirk's notes. ] He saw cryo beds. Even though he's never seen one before, he somehow just knew they were meant for long deep-space travel.
no subject
Cryo beds?
[ He frowned. The last time he had even seen one in use had been Khan and his group, and that had been for long term sleep. They weren't really used on active ships, except in the most dire of circumstances. They were relics of space travel, honestly, from the times before light speed. His fingers drummed on his knees, trying to make sense of that. ]
Why need cryo beds? And long deep-space travel? They... can't be meant for us, can they?
[ He paused, thinking on that some more, gripping his knee. ]
But the only thing I remember is waking up in a room. I don't actually remember ever... getting pulled off my own ship. Do you?
no subject
No, I don't think so. The whole lab looked run down to Victor. The way he described it to me, it looked like it'd been abandoned for a while, and all the equipment seemed broken or out of use. I'm pretty sure the cryo beds didn't even work anymore.
[ Jim crossed his arms, shaking his head. ]
No. I don't remember any of that. I... we can't discard the possibility of them having cryo beds for us somewhere on the ship, but I don't think those were ours. Maybe older ones, used by previous passengers?