[video]

Mar. 11th, 2012 06:26 pm
ihearcrickets: (make me a stone)
[personal profile] ihearcrickets
[River is actually outside the ship. She's in the Old City, sitting on the street somewhere, arms wrapped around her knees. She's wearing the same dress she arrived in, and still hasn't gotten any shoes. There's a collar around her neck.]

I can't see them...can't pull out the bits inside. They talk to me, but I hear words that mean nothing.

[she says the next bit quietly, as if she's reminding herself] I could function like I'm a girl...


((ooc: There will be a separate log for collar removal once I know for sure who's all going to be involved in that. You're welcome to action thread here, if you like! River won't be able to read your character at all because of the collar.))
femshep: (to the future)
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My name's Commander Shepard, of the SSV Normandy, and if anyone's ready to give higher brain function a shot, I think I can keep us all alive.

[There's a pause as she pulls together what to say next, but not a long one. She pulls speeches out of her ass for a living. ...Well, that's part of her job, anyway.]

Now that you've all had your asses handed to you on a silver platter, we're starting to see what kind of enemy we're up against. Hell, we still don't know--don't you think for a second that they weren't holding back. And the only reason we fought back even as well as we did was because a few of us know how to handle a gun.

So here's what I'm thinking: I'm thinking we should organize. We'd all do a hell of a lot better if we established some sort of order here. If we knew who needed protection and who could be the ones to protect them. If we knew who the hell was guarding the damn ship instead of pairing off with the first idiot who shows a ounce of interest and taking off on some half-assed adventure. Because at this point I'm thinking it's pretty obvious that ship's what the enemy wants, and it's something we need to keep in one piece until we figure out why.

On top of that, I'm thinking the people with some sort of artillery and training should be the ones who start throwing themselves in the line of fire--exploration teams, search parties, even raids if that's what it comes to--and the people who've spent their lives at a desk or in some sort of lab should stay the hell in the city until they know which end of the gun to point. Shit, it doesn't even have to take long. I'll teach you, if I have to.

[There's a pause, and when she continues, her voice is a little quieter, a little less authoritative.]

I don't have any of the big answers. I don't know why we're here, and I don't know for how long. But I know how to survive, and how to make sure everyone else does to. So if you've got suggestions, I'm all ears. If you want to learn how to shoot, how to fight, I've got time for that too. [There's another pause, and she she exhales something between a laugh and a sigh.] And in the meantime, where am I looking to go to get some sort of drink?

[voice]

Mar. 9th, 2012 01:14 pm
radars: (this has to stop)
[personal profile] radars
These collars, from the ... Outer Authorities, is it?

What is their function, exactly? Does anyone know how they're made?

Or. How they can be removed?

⊗01

Mar. 9th, 2012 04:14 pm
calmyourmind: (Going the wrong way)
[personal profile] calmyourmind
No? This one then, perhaps? Honestly. They should include a manual.

[It's just audio at first, muffled and distant, interspersed with the beeping of pressed buttons and the confused ramblings of a man far beyond his league with this kind of technology.]

Or a pamphlet of some sort at the very least. Maybe an explanation of my whereabouts. I don't suppose that would be too much to ask.

[How were you supposed to accomplish anything on this device? Where were the wires? ]


Is anyone there? Hello? I think it's on now. I believe it is. Sorry. I appear to be a bit lost. If you're there, please respond. My name is Charles Xavier and it is really very important I get back at once. The situation-

[There are a few more beeps from the buttons and a camera feed clicks on as well, aimed to the dirt and debris of the ground.]

Oh! Well, that did something. What is this little light for? 

[The video jostles a little more and with another button press the entire feed goes dead.]

i - text

Mar. 8th, 2012 08:52 pm
relativistic: (the big one who takes me)
[personal profile] relativistic
[you get a whole lot of static and then button mashing on the screen, because someone is busy trying to figure out how this new communicator works in a hurry. the feed shifts to VOICE finally]

-- all this future technology and you can't even be bothered to add better games on this shitty PDA --

[before it settles on TEXT]

wow KERNOS this is kind of annoying and you fuckers have outdone yourselves.

hey guys it's POP QUIZ time!!!!

a) is this level 2 already
b) when are we gonna do the red pill blue pill thing like in the movies because i am done with this timey wimey fuckery


[EDIT #1]

c) WHERE DO FOXES GO AFTER DARK?

[EDIT #2]

d) WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DIE HERE cause that's how these things go right you either have some failsafe thing where you die and are reset or you don't appear anymore?



ooc; gonna be slow, guys!!!
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