clay_and_truth: (quizzical)
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While I don't know many of you very well yet, and you probably have no reason to take me on my word when I say I'm skilled in the area, I'd still like to know if anyone without any skill in combout would be interested in instruction in self-defense, were I to offer it.

Or, for those already more practiced, interested in further honing your skills with melee weapons, provided they could become available- though I can make practice swords from wood easily enough.

I can also give lessons in basic archery, but it's never been my strongest skill. I'm far better at deflecting arrows than nocking them. [She smiles a little, as if at a private joke]

I won't turn away any students, regardless of whether you can pay or not. As people have pointed out to me, there are dangers here, and it would be irresponsible of me not to do everything I can to help- and one of the things I can do is to teach.

Also, does the city have a library, or something similar? I'd like to know of the philosophers and literature of this world.
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[Bones hasn't wasted much time since startling out of yet another dream, of the weighted and disquieting sort that he's gotten unfortunately good at recognizing as psionic spillover. He's hastily sketched out as much of a device as he can remember, and has it held up on a sheet of paper. For the hypertech familiar, it might be some kind of generator, vaguely cylindrical. When he speaks, it's with a voice hoarse from sudden awakening, and from what's visible beyond the edge of the drawing he hasn't bothered with a shirt.]

I had another one of those dreams, so if someone can say that they got it too, I'd appreciate the confirmation of my limited sanity.

Someone was looking at this on a display, a control interface maybe. There was a message -- 'Buffering mechanism disabled'. I could see a reflection in the display that looked like someone in an Outer Authority facemask. Woke up after the message, more or less.

So now what the hell is going on?
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[A man in a blue uniform coat with a ridiculously high stiff collar appears. His expression is grim under an abundant mess of brown hair peeking from under the large front-brimmed hat he has jammed onto his head.]
 
This is Captain Bulge of Sirius Platoon. If anyone in the SDF can hear me, please respond. I don't know yet where I am, and I need to know what happened. Did the Alfort forces retreat? Is Destiny safe?
 
This is very important. I have no idea where I am, except that it's not one of our trains. I may be in an enemy ship. If-if that's the case, then if anyone in the SDF gets this transmission, leave me. It isn't worth a rescue. I know what to do if the situation is that hopeless.
 
[A pause, because it isn't usually in the course of his duty he has to offer to commit suicide if necessary. He looks around again, and the background shows he is still on Salvation, although its obvious not something he recognizes. After another grimace and frown, he turns back to the device.]
 
I have reason to believe that I may be somewhere else entirely. It's far too quiet here to be still in battle.
 
I've been prepared to give my life to the Railways for years, but I don't want to waste it. Yu-Manabu, one of your damned insubordinate rescue attempts would be welcome about now, so long as I'm not on an Alfort ship. The rest of you, David especially, you'd better take care of Big One. I'm counting on you, too. Save Destiny and the Railways and get your butts home.
 
Somebody please respond. Come in, SDF headquarters.
wrench_and_ruffles: (Sad and scared)
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[Kaylee's trying very hard to stay calm. Stress is bad for the baby. Which really makes all this lousy timing.

So she's trying to deal with this entire situation by the method she's learned from many of her nearest and dearest.]


You know. My favourite thing about Verdana is all the stuff that happened in Mayfield that doesn't happen here. You could count on people to actually stay the same person from day to day. I promise, I am plenty grateful already, I didn't need the reminder.

[She keeps reminding herself that Luke and everybody else will be back to normal sooner or later. But it's not terribly comforting right now.]

I am too hormonal to deal with this.

[She nearly ends the transmission there, but then she remembers one more thing. Luke was supposed to pick things up on his way home from work. And now she's feeling even worse than before.]

Could... somebody pick me up some ginger and crackers? Please?
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[ Okay, so he's not wearing a shirt. But he's got his pants and gun belt on, weapons all secure so there's that at least. And he's pissed as he glares at the damn device. ]

This ain't mine.

[ Pause. Shrug. The device is tucked into his pocket. ]

Takin' the gorram thing anyway. If folks're gonna be dumb enough ta leave their things with mine, I ain't lookin' ta give it back. Nice lookin' anyhow. Sell it fer somethin'.

[ Pause. There's shuffling as he puts on his shirt. ]

Right. Got 'em all.

[ Pause. ]

Now where's the gorram ship?
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[personal profile] writeswrongs
[The man on your video screen is wearing a tux. He's not James Bond though.

In fact he's a writer from New York City, who was on his way to get married (for the third time) when he blacked out while driving and woke up in a pod. It was by far the oddest experience he's ever had, and Richard Castle has had many odd experiences. At first he thought he was in some kind of government facility, that the SUV with the black out windows that had been tailing him had put him here where some kind of weird experiments happened. Waking up in a pod in your boxers is enough to throw anyone. He'd put on the clothes he'd been wearing, found in the footlocker next to the pod and managed to locate the rest of his stuff. His cell phone was deader than dead, of course, so he couldn't call Kate. It seemed, other than the creepy pods filled with what looked to be people, nobody was around keeping him in one place. He wasn't a prisoner, so he decided to explore.

Stepping out of the hatch, he observed a completely different world. It was not New York. It was possibly not even Earth.]


Uh. I take it this isn't the Hamptons?

[What the hell has he gotten himself into now?]
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[The ship corridor Rumple is transmitting from-- using Belle's communicator, for those who can tell such things-- is a little bit dimmer than it should be, and there's a few flashes off to one side. And a bit of a hissing, fizzing sort of sound... like ruined electronics might make.

Rumple ignores it all. He looks upset, angry, but not to the extent that he hasn't calmed down a little since his initial rage. The network has officially missed the worst of his temper tantrum.]

This ship is stealing people.

[All right, not quite all of the temper tantrum. He bashes at something off-screen with his cane.]

Belle is gone. She was here one minute, and gone the next. And it is this damn ship that took her!

[Good luck convincing him otherwise.]
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[Molly was a superhero. A tiny one, but a superhero. And she had certain responsibilities. No matter how scary it got out there. It would be okay, as long as she was helping people. She could make it okay.]

If anyone wants a bodyguard so they can go out, I can protect you. I don't look suspicious, but I'm super strong. I can help.
kettchmeifyoucan: (Grrrr)
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[Wes was expecting just another routine patrol. Okay, it was probably going to go poorly because that's been a problem of late. But poorly in a standard way.

And the patrol had been fine. It was getting back into Poseidon when the trouble started. So now he's in his alternate accomodations in the Old City outpost. And a bit annoyed.]


Okay, what the kriff is going on?
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[A text comes through to those remaining people who Haruka knows were in the far future with her, at the end of all things. The list comes down to: Inara, McCoy, Tony (even if he's still dead, he gets a text), Neville, and Shepard.]

If you were under the influence of that mind control from the future, where you tried to kill people or did things you didn't understand or don't make sense now, I want to talk to you and maybe have the doctors at the hospital run some tests. It may be connected to the man from Bellona, or the murders going around, or both.

Reply to this. It should be encrypted, if that's still working on my cellular phone.
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[Neville looks really tired. He's not sure about asking this, but the problem isn't getting any better on its own. So he needs to ask. Even if it's a pretty uncomfortable question.]

Does anyone know a good way to... get rid of bad dreams? Or just not dream?

[He hesitates a bit before adding the next part]

Or how to tell if a dream means something? Divination has never really been my strong suit...
last_ofthe_jedi: (smug)
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[Luke's smug, grinning face appears on the video feed. He is, in fact, on his honeymoon. But don't worry, he made sure he was fully clothed before beginning the feed. Oh, and he's making sure that Kaylee isn't in the background just in case she's still naked somewhere...]

Well, it's been five days and no incidents. I don't mean to jinx it, I'm just curious to see who's lost the bet so far.


((Locked to Wes))

Have the droids driven you crazy yet?

((Also, sorry for the animated icon. I know they bother some people but it was just too perfect to pass up. If you have the Adblock plugin you should be able to block it if it gets annoying.))
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[The past week has been chaotic.

No, the past month has been chaotic.

Being realistic, the past year has been chaotic.

This leads Wes to one conclusion.]


Okay, that's it. I am officially opening the betting pool. How many days of honeymoon do you think Luke and Kaylee will actually manage before there's another crisis?
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[personal profile] unofficial_ambassador
This is Inara. I'm on the ship. Is there anyone still working who has something with them that I could wear back into the city?
theverymodel: (I will get to the bottom of this)
[personal profile] theverymodel
[Matters have calmed somewhat at the hospital now that the bone fiend infections have all run their unfortunate course.]

Certain issues recently apparent. Authority to make medical decisions often unclear.

[Yes, Shepards, he means the fact that no one is sure which of you gets to authorize autopsies on your crew actually]

Requesting clarification from all non-Verdana natives. Designation of authority in case of incapacitation.

[And because what is death.]

Also stance on post-mortem examination if circumstances unusual.
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[After setting Steve Rogers on his way (or letting him stay at the apartment until he got his bearings, whatever) and collecting a fresh set of clothes, Lyall has some catching up to do and, first, a question for the network.]

Ah, good morning, this is Lyall. Does anyone know if something drastic changed with the ship? While I was aboard, I felt essentially human. No sense of smell or hearing, no feeling of general agelessness, nothing. Did someone reactive something on there?

[He completely bypasses the whole "I totally died" thing, for now. And, of course, he's unaware of the troubles they've been having here....]

[Voice]

Nov. 26th, 2013 12:14 pm
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[This message is received on all active communicators at 1am on Monday of Week 50.

It has no sent timestamp.]


Reinitializing.

Realigning temporal bridge.

Crew locations unknown.

It has been thirteen million, two hundred and forty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty hours since last contact.

[It's the Oracle's voice, but the tone is too calm, and the diction too crisp.]

Beginning scan for temporal incursions.
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[Lyall's showing his face again, this morning, before he heads off back to the Old City for the work-week. The background is the common room of the Flop, just inside. He clears his throat, almost as if he isn't entirely sure how to begin, but he manages well enough.]

I was thinking that some of us have lost track of our numbers. We keep appearing and disappearing, returning to pods or vanishing off on adventures. I was hoping that perhaps we could get a headcount.

[He holds up a clipboard.]

Or rather, I could, and I'd share it with the network as a whole, since I'm doing the work as it is. In a more electronic form, I assure you, this--

[He taps the clipboard, then sets it down again.]

--is just for myself. I am a bit old-fashioned still, I fear. If everyone still about could check in, I would appreciate it. I'm in the lobby of the Flop, if anyone would prefer to come calling rather than speak here. I'll be here until sundown, though I may be back after a day or two, as well.

Thank you, everyone.

[And he signs off, waiting for, he hopes, people to give him a buzz. He hopes. He's not too sure about all this, but he's giving it a shot.]

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