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[Filtered from Tenel Ka]

[In a highly shocking turn of events, Neville looks nervous.]

So. Uh. Convergence.

And the festival.

[He has the flower situation well under control. And nothing else.]

What are you supposed to... do, when you take a girl to a party like that? I've got dancing down, but that's about it...
kettchmeifyoucan: (Now we're having fun)
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[No one who knows Wes will be terribly surprised to see that the background of the video feed shows a local bar. LIstening to angry drunks? Just plain drinking? That's the trick isn't it?

But he's grinning into the camera.]


So, any of you spacey types want to hear more about the satellites?

video

Aug. 17th, 2014 04:40 pm
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[why look who finally found her way on the network. Jane's sitting on a bar stool and twisting back and forth like a little kid. She grins.]

So. [Jane tilts her head back and knocks back something that could be booze or coffee in a shot glass and she's not saying] Who here wants to talk ship mechanics? Because I have got questions.
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[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.
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[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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[A feminine voice, oddly neutral, sounds across the communication network at exactly midnight on Sunday of Week 63.]

Realigning temporal fields. Alignment will be concluded in 336 planetary hours.

[And look, there's even a timer showing on the viewscreens to help everyone keep track.]
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I'm looking for someone named Alenko, and someone named Stark.

My name's Chloe, and if you have any information on where I can find either of these two p-people--

[Chloe falters a moment, going pale, then continues.]

If you know where I can find them, please let me know.

Thanks.
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[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.
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[A few people get private texts tonight, not too late, but well after dark and moonrise.]

Kaidan:

If you aren't too busy or sleeping already, I would like to meet you at the ship tonight. I appear to have my full faculties inside the ship, but I don't want to be alone in case it wears off at any place or time in here.

Luke, Mulan, Tony, Indrani, Kerra, Shepard, and Sandman (though he's not sure he has Sandman's sent properly, given he's never spoken with him before):

Good evening. I'm back. Did any of us make it out alive, or should I be looking about here in the ship for the rest of us? Do we know what exactly happened in there? Is that thing destroyed?

[He's noticed the countdown is gone, but isn't sure whether he ought to connect it to their expedition or not.]
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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.
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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
outer_npcs: (The Oracle)
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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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[The backdrop is a middling familiar one to anyone who's been paying the slightest bit of attention to the goings-on with Salvation, consoles of a futuristic bent: mostly functional, bulkheads: some damaged. Kaidan is leaning up against one of the bits of better-repaired tech, his communicator propped up to let him speak as if giving an interview.

(To the annoyance, somewhere in the multiverse, of one Diana Allers, he seems a lot more open about this one.)]


So, ah, hey there.

This is Kaidan Alenko, since I know we've had some new people wake up since the last time I was on the network. I'm one of the people that's been working on the ship, among other things, and I figured I should let you all know how it's going.

Ah... specifically I'm trying to bring Salvation's ship's AI back online. AIs are kind've a touchy subject back where I'm from, and I imagine that's probably not an isolated experience, so I thought I may as well put this out there so people can get any questions or concerns out now, instead of after they've tried storming the ship and ended up put inside a force field by it.

If there are any newly decanted engineers or other folks with mechanical or electrical skills, we could sure use more hands on this project too. I'm hoping that bringing Salvation back online will let us figure out how best to fix her so we can work on getting home again.
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[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.
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[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...
]
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[Capa's made it through a quick tour and has got himself a place (and a jacket) at the Flop. But he's been restless, so he's been wandering about, trying to get his bearings. Might as well figure out what this whole communicator thing is about.]

After staring at the same seven people for fourteen months, I was beginning to forget what other people looked like. And after spending my life with a dying star, I was beginning to forget what a real sun was like.

I'm still not sure if I'm dead or alive, but either way, I'm starting to think that this might be a good thing.

It didn't really take long to figure that out, either.

[Capa takes a moment to tilt his head up, towards the sun, before he's back on to his communicator. And he's straight to the point.]

I got the tour and I know there are others out there. I'm just hoping I'm not talking to myself here.
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[The setting in behind Kaylee is fairly recognizable as the area right outside the ship. Which isn't surprising, as the smudge of grease on her face suggests she's very recently been pretty deep in a generator or engine.]

Alright, I ain't the only one who's been feelin' right discombobulated when they go on or off the ship the past coupla weeks, am I? Thought I might be comin' down with somethin' at first, but that's the only time I get all dizzy like. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing the ship's ever done I guess...
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I've heard about the collars that neutralize a person's magical abilities.
Do they still use those in this new Verdana?
If so, how do they react when used on a non-human?
Are they turned human too or are their abilities simply taken away?



[ added later | private messages to Christine, Lyall, Pepper, Belle, and Jack ]


Do you mind if I ask you a favour?
standsentinel: (starfield)
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[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.

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