Video

Aug. 14th, 2014 09:43 am
iwanttosettheworldonfire: (happy)
[personal profile] iwanttosettheworldonfire
[The camera is pointed lazily and a bit off-center at Indrani, pinned to her favorite chair by the much too large and ugly dog who has never believed he doesn't fit in laps.]

So running a thought by everyone. Shouldn't we write ourselves up a guide for newcomers? More efficient than everybody just jumping in with their version of important advice. We could print them up and leave them on the ship, plus a few back here for people who run. Which dinosaurs will kill you, where stuff is, where not to go if you don't feel like being shot at. My friend Moira and I made up a whole book like that at home, and it was just the two of us. Seems like this should be easy.
standsentinel: (awkwardsauce)
[personal profile] standsentinel
[The video feed that pops up on Saturday morning features a Kaidan that's shorn of the assholerycool rigidity that's been a facet of his behaviour for the course of the latest round of reality shenanigans. Hand rubbing sheepishly at the nape of his neck, he has a question:]

Ah... so this is probably a weird question to be asking, but does anyone know if there are any spaceflight-capable ships on the planet? Or even ones that could be repaired?

I don't need heavy FTL, but something that can handle in-system would be good.

And, ah, I know about the satellite defence grid. I'm also working on plans to see if there's a way around it if anyone has suggestions.
galacticheroine: (laser eyes)
[personal profile] galacticheroine

[this sound repeats a few times, though there's no other content to the message. fortunately there are no reapers floating over the city, but there is a Reaper in humanish form, and for anyone who bothers to look, the sound originates from Shepard's ID, as The Shepherd attempts to feel out the network.]
girlworthfighting: (on these cultured pearls)
[personal profile] girlworthfighting
[Mulan meant for this to be voice but she hit the wrong button by accident, and now is too tired to either notice or care what setting she's on. Possibly both.

She's sitting on the end of her bed, long hair lank and messy, face wan and exhausted. Her voice is weary when she speaks.
]

I am grow tired of seemingly always making these calls for the same reason.

[She pauses, sighing and catching her breath.]

But here we stand once again in the aftermath of a calamity. At least I hope it is the aftermath. After these last few days, it's hard to imagine it could be getting any worse.

I want to check on my allies. Some of you I know were injured, or put into harm's way. Others I have not heard from at all. Please. Talk to me.
galacticheroine: (looking to the side)
[personal profile] galacticheroine
[Shepard doesn't really use the network much. She doesn't have much against it in theory, she just isn't a huge fan of digital networking in general. She was always terrible at responding to emails back home, too.

Now, though, she's got some purpose for making a post, at least.]


So, I'm going to need some help tracking down my walking corpse. Generally I'm not crazy about risking unnecessary lives, and these things have proven dangerous, but the damn thing has my armor and one of my guns. I need them back.

Ideally anyone who comes with me to hunt it down should have full body armor of their own, because getting nicked isn't an option.

Let me know who is up for this, I'm looking to get underway asap.
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.
whoneedslegstofly: (Pissed off cripple)
[personal profile] whoneedslegstofly
Right so. The first time this happened? It sucked but, you know, there was a reason. But I also didn't wake up in a stasis pod; just ended up on an unfamiliar planet.

So whoever thought this was a fun joke? It's not.

[Someone doesn't sound thrilled. At all. In fact, he sounds a cross between tired and pissed off and looks it too.

He's leaning up against something, his legs not really wanting to work for him at the moment as he tries to get his bearings.]


Someone send Cortez down here to get me. Now.
outer_authority: (ship)
[personal profile] 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.
theverymodel: (SRS BSNS)
[personal profile] theverymodel
[Mordin is sitting at his desk, with a variety of objects including slender fruit. For anyone familiar with reading salarian faces, he looks quite serious.]

Need for contraceptive review has become apparent. Several local options currently available. Significant improvement over previous situation.

[He holds up a packet]

Hormonal regulation now viable. Highly effective but not suited to short term encounters.

[And thus the condom and the fruit come out]

Barrier methods superior for casual contact. Prevent disease in addition to pregnancy. Can review proper application as needed.

Expect all to take reasonable precautions. Also have pamphlets available. Do not wish to hear of rhythm or withdrawal.
femshep: (fml)
[personal profile] femshep
[ The camera switches on, turning left and right briefly--she's looking the device over, because if she remembers right, she left hers in the dome and fuck if she'd ever get that back--then it focuses on a face. She looks... like she's seen better days, let's say. Shepard may have left her injuries on the Crucible, but she sure as hell feels like she came out on the wrong end of this one. ]

This is Commander Shepard of the SSV Normandy SR-2. [ But it's flat, a forced formality.

This is the part where she asks if anyone reads her, asks for a status update, asks someone to put her the fuck back in that pod so at least she knows how it ends... No. None of that's going to happen. She settles for a slightly (just slightly) more emphatic:
] Somebody tell me how long I've been out.

[ Because somebody has to recognize her. ....Right?

Some of those who don't might at least recognize the distinct OA-fashioned collar around her neck. Y'know, from back when they were the things that go bump in the night.

Shepard doesn't wait around long after the camera's turned off, though. She's heading for the mouth of the ship to see if that'll give her a good reading...
]
professorwolf: (frustrated)
[personal profile] professorwolf
[The werewolf on the screen this afternoon is a little more mussed than usual, and a little less affable than usual. In fact, he looks as if he may be both frustrated and a little scuffed up-- his cravat is definitely a bit askew, his jacket actually a little rumpled, and there's just a little bit of mud on his elbow.

And this is after he's already cleaned off a bit.

The background is of the Old City military base, in the distance, with the overhanging clouds but thankfully no rain. Right now, anyway.]

Pardon, but... is there anyone who is not too terribly busy at the moment who might have the time, and disposition, to come demonstrate just how one rides one of these two-wheeled motorized contraptions? I appear to be... having a spot of difficulty.

[He's sure someone is going to make fun of him for this... but it's better to have it be one of them, who understand his temporal differences from most of them, than one of the soldiers who don't.]
barelydead: (glances)
[personal profile] barelydead
Hi. [ he's not sure what to say, so he goes with regulation; he clears his throat, his tone going official. ]

My name is James T. Kirk, and I'm Captain of the Federation starship USS Enterprise, [ he falters: ] not that that... really matters here, I guess. [ a half-hearted attempt to return to sounding official: ] I got here- "woke up" --roughly two nights ago, and, [ and it falls apart. ] I've gotta say, for a city in the middle of what was reportedly a bountiful forest, I'm feeling underwhelmed by the cuisine here. Is there any place around here to get something good? I'll eat just about anything, I just [ he laughs quietly. ] ...can't cook. I can hunt if I have to, but I'd rather go with someone until I learn the basic lay of the land.

Mm, and while I'm here, I need to get a job or something or I'm going to go insane, so if anyone needs a fully-trained starship captain...? I'm your man.

Thanks. [ awkwardly, because he's not sure how to end this transmission: ] Kirk out.
djinnigenie: (Default)
[personal profile] djinnigenie
[Elissa's voice is as neutral and relaxed as she can manage it when she speaks.]

This is Elissa Cousland.

I have procured a ring to protect from mental influence from another who woke in the star vessel. I have spoken to Inara who seemed to have some understanding of mental influences. Thor has easily forgiven me as he suffered no true harm except to miss out on battling the creature once he was through the rift. I have made peace with Chime who is now my friend.

I tell you these things in order to ask for the return of my weapons, so that I might be of use on the expedition to locate the fallen object. Twill be difficult to protect people from wildlife or other threats with nothing more than a hatchet and an awl from our current building project.

Humbly, I request the return of my longsword and dagger, if only for the duration of the expedition. Allow me to prove myself to you. I will gladly return them to you once the expedition has ended, should you still lack trust in me.
galacticheroine: (serious moments)
[personal profile] galacticheroine
[She probably should've made this announcement sooner, but she's been putting it off. Mostly because she hates delivering not-great news, and if she can avoid it, she will. All the same, she attempts to keep a note of businesslike quality in her voice, though anyone who knows her can probably hear in her voice how this is weighing on her.]

Anyone who knew Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams it looks like she... she's gone back to stasis on the ship. I don't know if she'll be back, so if anyone had any arrangements with her at any point that needs to be resolved, let me know. I'll see what I can do.
heartofasun: (as the world falls down)
[personal profile] heartofasun
[Screen turns on to show Trance, and her bonsai. And she does not look happy. ]

Well, that didn't work at all, did it...

Briar? Does anyone know Briar? I'm afraid I disappeared on him.  I'm sorry if I alarmed him. I really didn't mean to do that. That shouldn't have happened at all.
growingwild: PB: Luke Pasqualino (Third time's cursed)
[personal profile] growingwild
[the screen turns on to show Briar standing in a field. He's looking a bit pale, and very much alarmed]

Has anyone seen a woman named Trance appear anywhere? She just...disappeared, right in front of me! I don't know if she can magic to other places or anything, but I don't think she meant to do...whatever she just did.

[[ooc: takes place after this log]]
standsentinel: (starfield)
[personal profile] standsentinel
[The message pings its way across the communicators, encrypted and filtered to the Ship contingent (and Thor) on a lazy Saturday morning. ]


Kaidan Alenko here.

Now that we've all had a chance to catch our breath, I should share what I learned for my part of the timeslip. To give some context, I was dropped back a hundred years or so relative to now, to a point on board Salvation roughly a week before her crash.

The ship was functional, and I was able to speak to the AI and learn a few things about the nature of what's going on here. Most critical is the fact that we weren't brought here by Salvation or her crew for a specific purpose, we were rescued after having fallen through a dimensional rift out of our own realities and into the spaces in between, where it's pretty lethal to the point where several weeks of regeneration in the stasis pods still left one poor guy looking like what might some day become hamburger after the pod dislodged him ahead of schedule.

I'd say 'accidentally', but Salvation's AI suspected sabotage, but was unable to prove it due to gaps in her memory logs, likely intentional. I was unable to access key parts of her systems in that timestream, but if we can get her online again now, I bet I could learn more.

Back to the reality rifts thing -- one opened on the ship at one point, letting these energy-sucking creatures on board the ship. Exciting stuff, if you can imagine, and I wonder if they were the same things that people in the future timeline reported seeing.

Salvation has the computing power needed to get us all home again, if we can repair her enough, but to my mind the stakes are higher. Something's destabilizing different realities, and the goal of the ship was to figure out how to stop it. If that's the future of Verdana, and I have my suspicions about what that countdown on the ship is about, I think we might need to make a stand here before we think about going home, or we might not have homes left to go to.

Alenko out.


[In a private message to Tosh, Bruce and Tony]

On a lighter note, I scored an equation for calculating time travel off the AI, if anyone's curious. It's huge, though, you'll need some serious data storage just for the equation alone.

I: [video]

Jun. 3rd, 2013 09:43 pm
fearguard: (Default)
[personal profile] fearguard
[Koz can't do much with the storm going on so he's going to make some conversation with the people at large here.]

While I'm aware that english, or at least a variation on it, is the language most used here I'm curious what other ones people know or are more comfortable with at the very least. I'm familiar with quite a few so if there's one you'd prefer speaking in I'm more than willing to oblige.

A language barrier shouldn't be a reason for us to be unable to work together and if anyone wishes to learn a language I'm more than willing to teach.

[There's a pause.]

I'm also wondering if anyone skilled with a sword could use a sparring partner, I seem to be short one.

[Audio]

May. 31st, 2013 06:46 pm
evervarying: (pic#4489143)
[personal profile] evervarying
What the hell happened back there?

[Even without any video feed to give an idea of her expression, Ashley's obviously agitated, and three days in what is apparently an entirely new timestream hasn't done anything to help things make sense.]

Not the basics - I get it. Most of you were off time traveling. But where? How scattered were we all? What started it? Did everyone make it back, or are we still missing people?

[She already knows "back in one piece" is too much to ask for.]

I don't know about anyone else, but I really don't want to be caught with my pants down next time.

Profile

outer_divide: (Default)
The Outer Divide RP ◄

January 2016

S M T W T F S
     12
34 56789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated May. 28th, 2025 02:34 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios