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thisavrou2017-11-06 09:35 pm
spacerhyme) wrote in thisavrou2017-11-06 09:35 pm
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[ the video feed flickers onto the face of an older gentleman; unflattering low angle, poor lighting, eyebrows hanging heavy over his eyes and lips tightly pursed. he's wearing a nice, heavy coat over a hoodie and a t-shirt featuring a sick ass space shark, though much of the ensemble's coated in a fine yellowish dust. looks like it could use a wash.
not his main concern right now. ]
Really? [ one corner of his mouth quirks up, wry. ] Cast across time and drifting lost and alone amongst storms of raw negative energy, but you've got social networking. How very... human, I bet a human knocked this up. D'you call it Spacebook or something?
[ original dad joke, do not steal. no apology is forthcoming.
the camera swings round, losing sight of him for a second as he sets the device down on something solid. re-adjusts it until it's centered properly on his face, steady now. ]
Hel-lo, Avagi. I'm the Doctor. Yes, just the Doctor. I arrived on your quaint little space station only recently — not the worst I've encountered. Well done. Probably... well, possibly not even in the bottom ten, but I mourn for some of your equipment. Someone made off with two-thirds of your laboratory, you realize, and ohhh, the state of your computers...
[ briefly aims the camera up at one of the aforementioned storms. ] But I must say, the open-plan observation station is a bold design.
[ casually tossing topics out as he rapidly approaches the actual purpose of this broadcast. this time he points at the screen, seriously, ]
Has anyone established themselves as your de facto leader yet? I'd like to know who to ignore.
The rest of you, tell me about the Ingress as it was, and the planets you've visited. Any of them.
[ over and out. ]
not his main concern right now. ]
Really? [ one corner of his mouth quirks up, wry. ] Cast across time and drifting lost and alone amongst storms of raw negative energy, but you've got social networking. How very... human, I bet a human knocked this up. D'you call it Spacebook or something?
[ original dad joke, do not steal. no apology is forthcoming.
the camera swings round, losing sight of him for a second as he sets the device down on something solid. re-adjusts it until it's centered properly on his face, steady now. ]
Hel-lo, Avagi. I'm the Doctor. Yes, just the Doctor. I arrived on your quaint little space station only recently — not the worst I've encountered. Well done. Probably... well, possibly not even in the bottom ten, but I mourn for some of your equipment. Someone made off with two-thirds of your laboratory, you realize, and ohhh, the state of your computers...
[ briefly aims the camera up at one of the aforementioned storms. ] But I must say, the open-plan observation station is a bold design.
[ casually tossing topics out as he rapidly approaches the actual purpose of this broadcast. this time he points at the screen, seriously, ]
Has anyone established themselves as your de facto leader yet? I'd like to know who to ignore.
The rest of you, tell me about the Ingress as it was, and the planets you've visited. Any of them.
[ over and out. ]
no subject
When you were looking at Ploiatos, he didn't happen to take on the appearance of solid stone statue, did he?
no subject
I think that someone watching it just slowed it, rather than rendering it completely immobile. Stopped it from waging an attack you couldn't resist and allowed you to fight back.
Almost anyone touched by the negative aspects of the Ingress, this storm that surrounds the station, would go through this change.
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[ er— ] Not the change, that's not good at all. Very not good, and very unusual...
[ but at least we're not dealing with some weeping angels nonsense. ]
How closely have any of you studied the storm?
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Coercion and information control tactics. They had psychic abilities, but they didn't always have to use them. Hiding how the Ingress worked kept other people from knowing both how to create one and the dangers of creating one.
Journals were left by another Ingress developer. A Host that we met some time ago. She knew how to access worlds that were blends of two people entering an Ingress. But she couldn't fully control the energy, and it didn't work out. The journals should still be around. You might get more out of those.
One thing unusual about the Ingress itself, though. People called it 'living energy' though the Savrii general populous had never heard of it. From what I gathered, that's what truly controlled the Ingress...
Wait what's this about statues? Because if they exist, they could be a concern.
Things show up sometimes.
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he's sidetracked by the question. ]
The statues?
A species commonly known as the Weeping Angels. Observed, they're simply solid statues, but unobserved... extremely dangerous and lightning-fast. Can displace a person in time with a single touch.
I could name you thousands of species that exist, and could be a concern. Best not to worry about it— but do let me know if you spot any inexplicable statues of angels about the station.