Raise the Alarm (Friday, Week 45, mid-afternoon)

[outer_authority]

[For those on the ship, the afternoon's calm is broken by the sudden wail of alarms, and the blooming glow of amber warning lights set in the ship's floor panels.

For those off the ship, the light display is absent, but the alarms still wail from the ship-linked communicators.

The ungodly racket is accompanied by a dispassionate feminine voice - those few who saw her before the crash might recognize the voice of Salvation's AI, though the message itself is recorded.]

Hostiles detected in corridor 83-alpha. Containment initiated. Dispatching security.

[Video] Friday, mid-afternoon, right when the alarms start

[catchingflies]

[This is a surprisingly regular occurrence, it seems like: something crazy happens with the ship, Todd Tolansky is stuck there and makes a panicked network post in a call for help. This time, though, he's been gone a week or so, so it may surprise a few people.

But here he is, perched on his now-open pod with his communicator in hand looking wild-eyed into the camera. The alarm and flashing lights are obvious in the background, and he has to almost yell over the sound of them.]

Whatever just happened, I totally didn't do it, I swear! I just woke up, okay? I didn't do nothin'!

Somebody come get me outta here, I don't wanna be stuck here again!

[He'll deal with the "I just wound up in a pod again" aspects when the ship isn't telling him it's dispatching security. Whatever dispatching means. He hasn't a clue where "corridor 83-Alpha" is, after all. At the recording warning, he adds, obviously to the air rather than the people on the video:]

Shut up, you stupid ship! I didn't do nothin' and you got no security, anyway!

[Then the feed cuts off.]