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driftfleet2014-10-24 05:32 pm
siegel) wrote in driftfleet2014-10-24 05:32 pm
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Who: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, & errbody.
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)
( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]
The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?
[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]
Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.
Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?
[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]
( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.
Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)
( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]
The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?
[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]
Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.
Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?
[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]
( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.
Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]
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[ She'll take luck, if that's what she must attribute this all to. ]
I had planned on doing that. Is "the system" figurative or literal, if you don't mind me asking?
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[how weird is it to be talking to someone that takes themselves seriously? kinda reminds him of the majority of the police force back home. he squints a little, even with the smile on his face.]
Mm, figurative. You've probably heard of "Atroma", the something that's keeping us all here--but I couldn't tell you whether our placements and course through space is more method or madness. [ssshrug, with a smirk.] To be honest, they might not even be real. Who knows? It's very mysterious.
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[ Something she wouldn't be too keen on hearing, though, would be that she's surrounded by punks. She doesn't mind being the responsible one in the room, but it can be frustrating when no one is willing to listen to reason. ]
This is the first I've heard of "Atroma", so I appreciate being made aware of it. [ More flat, though there's a hint of worry at the edges. ] So whatever it is, you assume there's multiple... them? Or, at least they're powerful enough to bring us here and do whatever they please.
[ She pauses, trying to dredge up more friendliness. Jill always thinks she's being friendly, but doesn't realize that to some it's still a little... cold. ]
Thanks, by the way. I'm not sure how much use this information will be put to, but I'm trying to be optimistic about this.
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As for the Atroma, yeah... I assume they're a group, maybe a company or something. I don't like imagining the possibility of all of this being orchestrated by a single being.
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Lucky me. I'll count myself among the fortunate, then.
[ Not too chatty, pretty straightforward... thus far, she's pretty sure this guy is her favorite of the bunch (not including the one she arrived with, of course). Someone who, at least, might be able to relate to her in some way and not force chit-chat on her at a moment like this. ]
A group or corporation makes sense, if this is some sort of reality television show. I can't say I'll sleep better if it's a single person capable of this, but it's not unheard of.
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It really is too early to tell for sure. With luck, we'll figure out more the longer we're here. Ah--speaking of which, have you figured out your "augment" yet?
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I have to say I'd rather head on home than play detective, but if I have to be here then I'd rather know more about... all of this. [ Augment, though, this is the first time she's heard of that. ] You'll have to tell me more about that. If you don't mind, I mean.
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[this is a good way to put his thoughts in order, to boot--]
Everyone's got one... Some sort of additional part that gives you a new set of skills and knowledge, something you didn't have before. I've met people who know how to use the comms systems or fly their ships, even though they'd never seen this technology prior to coming here.