squadgoals: (knives and the lady who stabs them)
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[The video, marked as recording from Shepard's public network ID, cuts in suddenly, with little ceremony. Moving with the person it's attached to, but otherwise stable, it shows several helpful readouts along the bottom: temperature, length, time, date. It's clear from the timestamp that this feed had been previously recording—and has only just switched to live broadcast.

The scene viewers tuning in are greeted with is, effectively, Avagi's worst nightmare realized. Metal, flaked and cracked, scatters through a hallway which is filled—or filling—with the chaotic rush of the storm from the space beyond, howling with a familiar hungry emptiness. The noise sandblasts the recording with a static scream, void tearing at the edges of human hearing.

And there, barely visible for a blurry beat or more in the middle of it all, is a thin, terrifying figure, dark and drawn. For a minute, it seems to focus its impossibly vacant eyes on you—but that's impossible, you're on the other end of a recording device—before it seems as if the horrifying storm was merely playing tricks on you. That there was never anything there at all.

(Or perhaps, it's simply somewhere else.)

Despite the storm's raging, on all sides of the recording, movement can be seen, sounds heard; people are making an effort to pull bodies back, away from the storm. Various skills and abilities can be seen on display, as people attempt to repel the storm, push it back for long enough to retreat—including a dome of blue energy, seeming to originate from the near-shakycam holder herself. Competing with the volume of the grating storm, Shepard's barking orders can just be heard, in a tone that brooked no arguments:]


Ingress memorial! Fall back! NOW!

[Whatever steady hand was present prior is sacrificed entirely for movement speed, camera swinging left and right as Shepard sweeps, clears, and makes for the door. It's not until the door is closed, locked, and securely sealed that there's a beat, an exhale, and a refocusing of the camera—on an Ingress memorial full of trapped Avagi residents.]


[ooc note: both home and away team, feel free to jump into any and all threads to answer questions, or ask some of your own!]

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Feb. 6th, 2018 10:20 pm
nyx_it: (and for a second there)
[personal profile] nyx_it
[Cue smash cut to a turian in your vents, Avagi. Or, rather, in some paneling, the light from her omni-tool casting brilliant light over a smoldering circuit.]

So while half of this place is gearing up to go play diplomacy, anyone think we should focus on fixing our half of the station?

[Or whatever section they're in.]

We've got mold, standing water, carnivorous plants and power failures. Not to mention who knows how many of our supplies got wrecked.

Maybe I'm out of the loop -- and I'll be glad to be wrong there -- but maybe we should get a handle on the systems on our side first.

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Dec. 3rd, 2017 09:11 pm
nyx_it: (I still hear)
[personal profile] nyx_it
Pathfinder Raeka isn't answering responses.

She's not... anywhere she should be.

Someone's seen her -- right?




I'm going over this station room by room until I can find her.
callamities: (talking)
[personal profile] callamities
[The video opens on the face of a young man, smiling nervously into the camera. He looks human enough, the glowing white markings on the left side of his face the only sign of abnormality. Those, and a gentle ticking sound that can be heard just beneath his voice.]

Hello everyone. This is Calla. I hope I’m not disturbing anyone, but I think I may need a Creator’s assistance with… well, this.

[The camera turns, revealing that Calla is currently in the bartering block—and that one of the tables in front of him is heaped with food: alien produce, jars of what looked like candied fruits and pickled vegetables, a few sacks of unknown grain, and some kind of large, sinuous fish of unknown species.]

I think there was some kind of misunderstanding. These locals seemed to think that I… won these things? [It happened multiple times. They would ask, he would answer, and the conversation would carry on for as long as the Creator was interested—and then they’d hand him something from a market stall or behind a counter, beaming. They were so insistent that Calla couldn’t outright refuse their generosity. That doesn’t mean he isn’t bewildered by it.]

I’m, um, not sure where any of this should go. Or how much of it is edible and to whom. [The camera pans somewhat accusatorily towards the fish.] So if anyone is more experienced with er… eating… I would very much appreciate their assistance!
beautifulspaceraptor: (crossed arms)
[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor
[ When the network lights up again, it's a vid post featuring a stripy, dark plated Turian. He's in some properly mucked up thermals and looking like he's been running on about an hour of sleep. ]

Nihlus Kryik. Life Support and Sanitation.

[ Is that a sufficient intro? Probably not. He's not really here for introductions at the moment anyways. ]

Now that the possible remnants of Ingress energy have opened up connections to other worlds again... It is probably to the benefit of most, if not all of us, to bring up the discussion of various Ingress traveling procedures. Including preparatory lock down drills, quarantine and the establishment of diplomatic relations.

This world may well be peaceful, but if these portals work anything like previous pieces of Ingress tech have, it's no guarantee that things will remain so in a month's time.

I, and a few other crew members, have gone around scouting out and marking off potential safe rooms in various sectors of Avagi. Setting them up further will have to be more of a community effort.

They will need to be fortified, stocked with supplies, and set on an independent air, water and power circuit. Security measures will need to be wired in and then we will need to review drill procedures, preferably on a monthly basis. We need a dedicated number of people who would be willing to take on the task of directing other crew members to these safe rooms, as well as instructing them on what to do in times of crisis.

Additionally, these rooms will double as containment units, should creatures like the Ploiatos appear again.

Quarantine procedures will also need to be set up. Before any attempts at Ingress exploration can happen: we need to establish whether or not the worlds we're entering through the portals are safe. If I can have the cooperation of people in medical on the matter, direction on this front would be thoroughly appreciated. At the very least, a quarantine zone in the immediate area around the shrines will need to be established. Everyone who enters and exits the tears will need to sign off with a date and time stamp as well as log anything you bring back with you to make tracking down any unpleasant passengers easier.

In a similar vein, I will be holding a seminar on First Contact situations in the Music Hall with the vague hopes of maintaining peace and diplomatic relations with any species on the other side. If at all possible, I sincerely hope you will attend. If you don't, I ask that you do your level best to not murder anyone or start unnecessary fights.

Unless they're into that.

Please.

Volunteers on all fronts would be more than welcome. Just note your desire to participate here, your area of specialty, whether or not you need training- and I will have you listed. Once everything is organized, you will be given a set of tasks to carry out as the projects go forwards. If you'd like more involvement than that, feel free to ask.

I've added two additional categories to the current voluntary signup form, which I've attached. Please use that as reference

Debate and discussion on the topic is also more than welcome. If you have suggestions, improvements, concerns or resources that you would like to share, this space is also open to such matters.

(( OOC: Text transcription is available! And here is the link to the attachment!))

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Oct. 23rd, 2017 12:55 am
gentlemenpreferblondes: (I'll never fall again)
[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes
[The video screen is dimly lit and the first thing that's shown on the feed is thick white letters N7. Then the camera moves further away and a huge red colored gun becomes visible to whoever might be watching. It's lying on a bed and a slim hand starts running over it.]

Well, this is getting close to being second worst mail system I've seen. Did anyone else find weird shit?[She wraps her fingers around the barrel and lifts the gun just a little bit, bringing the camera back to close so that the details can be seen.]

This isn't really my kind of thing, I'm afraid. It's kinda heavy for my liking and well. Distasteful? Anyway I'm sure someone else can get a good kick out of this thing. So, are there any gun or violence fanatics around? I could definitely be up for a trade. Don't worry, I swear I won't ask for much.

Oh-! [She says just before closing the video, as if she only now remembered something.] I'd also really appreciate it if someone with clever fingers that knows how to handle a needle and thread would sign up. That's all, dears.

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Oct. 20th, 2017 06:38 pm
alan_1: (Default)
[personal profile] alan_1
[The video opens on a strange, arcane device that some knowledgeable in ancient technology may know as a “DVD projector.” The voice of one Alan Bradley narrates in the background.]

So: this appeared in the library’s computer lab today. Along with all of these…

[The camera pans up, showing a stack of DVD cases, spines pointed towards the camera. The viewer can read the titles: The Day The Earth Stood Still, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, The War of the Worlds, It Came from Outer Space, Forbidden Planet, and 2001: A Space Odyssey.]

They’re movies from Earth. Old ones, at the time I was living, but I think some of them have held up pretty well. [Was that a bit of preemptive defensiveness on his part? Probably not.]

I’d rather not keep these all to myself, so I thought maybe I’d set up a little viewing party if anyone’s interested. I know we’ve all been busy since coming here, but it might be a nice distraction for an evening or two. [A quiet huff of laughter.] Plus, I’ve already seen all of these. I’d hate for them to just vanish as quickly as they appeared without anyone new watching.

By the way, is anyone here handy with a needle and thread? I have an idea for a screen...

[Attached is a time and date for the viewing party, as well as a location: the theater in the Hall of Music. Bring your own popcorn.]

(OOC: Open movie mingle log here!)
petridish: (standing right in front of you)
[personal profile] petridish
[Those who check the contact list may notice there is now only one Jane Shepard listed, but this user looks almost identical to her, just mad.]

Suggestions for ways to change your appearance? Long term but not as permanent as that asteroid's genetic modification, both things that can be done on the trip and recommendations for service providers for when we get back.

[All Nova's replies will also be in text unless otherwise specified.]
switchcircuit: (Twisted and tied)
[personal profile] switchcircuit
[Red isn't shy, but she doesn't like making a spectacle of herself unless it's a concert. Even still she's having a bit of a problem finding what she needs and so hopefully there is either a techie out there or a musician or a mix of the two.

Her smiling face appears on the feed with a wave of one hand (why yes, her nails are freshly painted just as bright red as her hair, thanks for noticing!)]


Hello, World.

I'm looking for a synthesizer board and cannot find one for sell. Is there anyone here who might be able to custom build one for me? What's it called on your worlds I can only guess.

[She thinks a moment, eyes cast to the side before looking to the TAB again.]

It's a board with programmable buttons that play the recorded sound to the beat you set. You can play back the samples and create music. I hope someone out there knows what I'm talking about!

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Aug. 3rd, 2017 07:03 pm
salarianpathfinder: (they didn't)
[personal profile] salarianpathfinder
[Weird looking bug eyed aliens aren't anything new on Thisvarou, so one popping up on the network isn't all that out of place. Unfortunately, nobody that this alien has chatted with so far seems to have any idea what a salarian is. That's honestly far less troubling than the fact that she's here at all with no way to leave, and everyone she's chatted with so far haven't been the most helpful. In all fairness, she seems to have shown up in the wake of some kind of horrible catastrophe, sooo she's just not going to bother the technicians any more than she has to.

Which brings her to the network instead. Despite her frustrations with pretty much everything, Raeka looks perfectly calm, not quite cheerful, but certainly professional.]


Judging by the chatter I've heard around the Ingress complex, it would seem that I've arrived at something of an... inopportune time, so I'll try to be brief. I'm looking for any information that you can share with me in regards to Thisavrou's scientific departments. I specialize in ecology myself, and feel that my expertise would be put to greater use in a laboratory or on the field than it would be testing for bugs in the TAB's map application. Not that I don't appreciate having work secured for me, but I can't help but wonder how many other people are given jobs that are so unfitting.

Unrelated, but in the off chance that anyone from home might be here, this is Pathfinder Raeka, with the Andromeda Initiative. Any status reports you can share with me would be greatly appreciated.

That's all for now, thank you for your time.

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Aug. 2nd, 2017 01:18 am
sightsset: (19)
[personal profile] sightsset
[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

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Aug. 1st, 2017 11:28 pm
bloodbathing: (a: 026)
[personal profile] bloodbathing
[ "Augusta" is the name attached to this TAB. The picture is of curved white metal with a stripe of dark orange — leg armor, for any who may recognize it. ]

UNSC. Marines. RT-636.

[ In order: the military Maine knows, the branch he's in, and the hull classification symbol for the Mother of Invention.

[ North insisted on gathering intel while keeping a low profile. Maine's only interest is in returning to their mission. This is the result of compromise. ]
prorenataa: (kinda spacing)
[personal profile] prorenataa
[ Life had taken so many twists and turns that Adrien had been sitting on certain events for a bit longer than he had originally anticipated. He had been pulled in multiple directions, which was nothing new in his life, watching over a friend, treating other friends and watching events from the shadows.

He hadn't been affected by the shadows, mostly because he suspected that whatever was causing them had taken one look at him and overloaded before retreating.

Also in the mix, was the consideration of just what to do with the information. To go underground with it or above board. He suspected his feed would be watched, fuck the Fates but he was used to that level of scrutiny. In the end, a specific and recent event, a finding during his most recent follow-up had prompted him to his next actions.

It was late, late enough that his electricity had gone out like clockwork. A fire burned in the hearth, it's light casting an amber glow and shadows across his face as he actually put himself in the frame for once. ]


Let me tell you about a child )

[OOC: Link to the log event some of these details/dialogue comes from ]
stodgebot: (WARNING for crimes against typography)
[personal profile] stodgebot
AHEM.

[Those present at the start of May might recognize the high, insistent tones that come across the TABs. Along with the small, floating orb-shape producing them. For those that don't...]

This is T-O-D, Deputy of Ingress Contingency Coordination, reporting a catastrophe of UNPRECEDENTED proportions!

On Day 77 of our current cycle, two recent residents of Thisavrou exceeded their clearance. They were discovered in a restricted sector of the Ingress Complex, engaging in Acts of Deliberate Sabotage. And fighting! The damage to the Ingress is currently unknown, and under evaluation by our finest technicians.

As a result of these barely-speakable crimes, the Ingress is currently restricted to authorized personnel. This means outbound travel-- like those idiots who brought the flesh goo back-- is currently forbidden. If you have to ask, that means you! If you don't have to ask, it's still you!

More information will be forthcoming.


[[For information not biased by a certain lawbot, check out the OOC post here!]]
allwright: (shit has hit the fan)
[personal profile] allwright
[On June 24th, another official video message appears on the network, once again showing ambassador Daniel Wright. He looks significantly more solemn this time around, and perhaps a little less well-rested.]

Hello everyone. This is Daniel Wright with the CCOA again. I’m afraid I have some troubling news. [A glance offscreen.] Over the past couple of days, several Created have gone missing. There was a pattern of property damage involved with each of these cases, though thankfully no one was injured. The circumstances surrounding these disappearances… well, it’s like nothing we’ve seen before. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of so many disappearances in such a short amount of time.

[His expression grows apprehensive. He takes a breath as if to steel himself.] Unfortunately, given the timing of all this, I’ve been asked to pass on this mandate to all offworld visitors to Eastgate: you are all required to report to CCOA headquarters for questioning and, if applicable, code checks. Once we find out who or what is responsible for these disappearances, you will all be free to go. Until then, nobody is allowed to depart through the Ingress.

[He sighs.] I’m very sorry about this, but these circumstances are highly unusual and I’m afraid it’s only logical to suspect that there was an offworld influence involved. If you cooperate with our investigation, I’m sure you’ll all be released shortly.

Thank you, and apologies for the inconvenience.

(For more information on this development, see the OOC post for details!)

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May. 20th, 2017 07:12 pm
nyx_it: (through the desert)
[personal profile] nyx_it
[The video clicks on to a turian face -- one who hasn't really made an appearance on the network so far. And, for anyone familiar with turian expressions... she looks annoyed. Exasperated. All of the above.]

Okay, so we've got a psychic, parasitic blob scooting around, dead men walking, security checkpoints, and fights over decontamination.

That sound about all, or am I missing some other catastrophe?

Either way, this is one hell of an introduction.

[And she thought the Nexus and its uprising was bad.]

Something tells me I'm going to hate asking, but where's an enterprising turian going to find a job with all this panic? If the briefing's right and that's what we're supposed to be doing around here.
beautifulspaceraptor: (...)
[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor
Mother.

[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]

It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-

[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]

I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.

The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.

On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.

And they are hostile.

If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.

Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.

[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]

... Take care of yourselves.

[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]

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Apr. 26th, 2017 08:55 pm
startpoint: (22)
[personal profile] startpoint
[ The video starts up with the camera staring into the face of a teal/aquamarine/lightish blue helmet that's part of some pretty serious looking combat armor. Once Carolina is sure the TAB is recording she starts speaking. ]

This is Agent Carolina and I'm looking to make contact with the Reds and Blues of Project Freelancer as well as Agent Washington. Or anyone associated with the United Army of Chorus, honestly. If you know what any of that means I'd appreciate the information.

[ She reaches up, the seals on the helmet hissing as it releases, and pulls off her helmet to reveal her face, looking a bit tired and maybe a bit worse for wear. ]

And if you idiots are out there, let me know. I'd rather not have to track you all down again and if I have to you won't enjoy it.