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inconsequence[Ordinarily text is their preferred method of communication. It is simple, to the point, and allows them ample time to compose their response with as many polysyllabic words as possible, as if that might compensate for their apparent youth. But there is little to no time for that, now. So the transmission, when it occurs, is audio only.
The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]
Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.
[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]
There were children among them.
[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.
Speak as though nothing is wrong.]
I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.
private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.
[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]
private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.
[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]
The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]
Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.
[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]
There were children among them.
[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.
Speak as though nothing is wrong.]
I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.
private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.
[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]
private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.
[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]
stodgebotThis is T-O-D, Deputy of Ingress Contingency Coordination. We are entering a level two state contamination across all known regions--I told them we needed to regulate travel, but nooo.... and THIS. Is Ema.
[The camera turns from the round robotic speaker toward a tendril-faced being who looks slightly ill. Or just embarrassed. Those who have traveled with the Savrii's diplomatic groups might recognize the individual at hand as a mid-clearance representative. They might even understand the shy wave of her tentacles, before a high, sarcastic voice cuts off the gesture.]
Ema went out with that fiasco on the asteroid. Ema decided to cut loose. Relax! Why not? It's not like the assessors trusted with the fate of the multiverse thought it was dangerous!
...but. Ema keeps a sensible security system installed around her room. And that's how we were able to discover this.
[The TAB feed switches to a dimmer video with a timestamp in the lower left corner. Almost exactly three days ago-- the night of the celebration on Asteroid 276. It shows Ema stumbling outside of her quarters and vomiting into the hallways of Region Four. The tentacled woman stumbles away in distress, leaving behind a messy coating of red-grey...
...which quivers. Shudders. And crawls offscreen, a rolling, seething mess of flesh--]
Consuming untested phenomenon. Smuggling of a potential biohazard. And this from a planet vetted as safe? I understand many of you biologicals keep parasites of your own, but this is an obvious breach of interuniversal quarantine procedures, and requires immediate assessment and response.
[TOD vibrates in the air, high voice reaching a crescendo of frenzied importance.]
Testing stations are being set up in Burg One of Chioni and all populated regions of Kauto. All inhabitants of Thisavrou who have engaged in Ingress travel over the last two cycles are required to report to mandatory decontamination and debriefing. That's two hundred days for the calculation-challenged idiots out there! If you know of anyone experiencing similar symptoms, provide their names, along with anything they've touched, to the nearest Contingency Coordinator or intermediary. Especially if they haven't reported in!
I hope the urgency of the situation has been fully impressed on you. If, however, you have further questions, you may submit them for review.
[[ooc: More info on the decontamination will be posted in the monthly log. For OOC questions, head this way!]]
[The camera turns from the round robotic speaker toward a tendril-faced being who looks slightly ill. Or just embarrassed. Those who have traveled with the Savrii's diplomatic groups might recognize the individual at hand as a mid-clearance representative. They might even understand the shy wave of her tentacles, before a high, sarcastic voice cuts off the gesture.]
Ema went out with that fiasco on the asteroid. Ema decided to cut loose. Relax! Why not? It's not like the assessors trusted with the fate of the multiverse thought it was dangerous!
...but. Ema keeps a sensible security system installed around her room. And that's how we were able to discover this.
[The TAB feed switches to a dimmer video with a timestamp in the lower left corner. Almost exactly three days ago-- the night of the celebration on Asteroid 276. It shows Ema stumbling outside of her quarters and vomiting into the hallways of Region Four. The tentacled woman stumbles away in distress, leaving behind a messy coating of red-grey...
...which quivers. Shudders. And crawls offscreen, a rolling, seething mess of flesh--]
Consuming untested phenomenon. Smuggling of a potential biohazard. And this from a planet vetted as safe? I understand many of you biologicals keep parasites of your own, but this is an obvious breach of interuniversal quarantine procedures, and requires immediate assessment and response.
[TOD vibrates in the air, high voice reaching a crescendo of frenzied importance.]
Testing stations are being set up in Burg One of Chioni and all populated regions of Kauto. All inhabitants of Thisavrou who have engaged in Ingress travel over the last two cycles are required to report to mandatory decontamination and debriefing. That's two hundred days for the calculation-challenged idiots out there! If you know of anyone experiencing similar symptoms, provide their names, along with anything they've touched, to the nearest Contingency Coordinator or intermediary. Especially if they haven't reported in!
I hope the urgency of the situation has been fully impressed on you. If, however, you have further questions, you may submit them for review.
[[ooc: More info on the decontamination will be posted in the monthly log. For OOC questions, head this way!]]
sleepdarts( The device is carefully placed before the video starts, letting it show only the piece of paper in question. It's not quite the wanted signs of the past but it'll do the job.
The video only stays on for five seconds before it switches off. It's done its job )
ستة وسبعون
The video only stays on for five seconds before it switches off. It's done its job )
audio; date of the sad party
Dec. 28th, 2016 03:22 pmgrandpaladinAh, now it is working! Wonderful!
[The huge, booming voice on the other end of the TAB pauses for a moment, gathering up his thoughts. And when he speaks again, you can almost hear the grin on his face.]
Hello. To you I have not met, I am Reinhardt Wilhelm. And I, too, have come to give some words in this time. When we are still mourning the loss of our space homes. Our real homes. And our friends.
[He clears his throat. What he says next is pretty cheesy, but there's no doubt he believes in what he says, completely.]
Things can be destroyed. But as long as the people, as long as we are strong, my friends, we can always rebuild.
And, if you find yourself in need of some strength -- [Here, Reinhardt laughs, though it's not his usual, booming one, it's more solemn.] -- call for me. And I will be your shield. I have strength to spare.
...
I just winked there. You cannot see it, but I did.
[click.]
[The huge, booming voice on the other end of the TAB pauses for a moment, gathering up his thoughts. And when he speaks again, you can almost hear the grin on his face.]
Hello. To you I have not met, I am Reinhardt Wilhelm. And I, too, have come to give some words in this time. When we are still mourning the loss of our space homes. Our real homes. And our friends.
[He clears his throat. What he says next is pretty cheesy, but there's no doubt he believes in what he says, completely.]
Things can be destroyed. But as long as the people, as long as we are strong, my friends, we can always rebuild.
And, if you find yourself in need of some strength -- [Here, Reinhardt laughs, though it's not his usual, booming one, it's more solemn.] -- call for me. And I will be your shield. I have strength to spare.
...
I just winked there. You cannot see it, but I did.
[click.]
video; 00:01
Oct. 28th, 2016 09:49 pmtimeframes[Dave, social media mogul, definitely has a lock on how to work a fancy future smart watch - you’ll be greeted by the sight of a be-shaded blonde and also a gray dude with horns (and no shades, sadly) crowding the same screen.]
Yo. I get it, we gotta show our faces on here - give you the low-down on the fresh new shit in town, lay out what the fuck we’re about. So back on my home planet they call me Owen Wilson, but you can call me Dave that’s cool. [Maybe it’s his middle name.]
Right. And I’m beloved and seriously underrated Jen Aniston co-star Ben Stiller. You may refer to me exclusively as Mr. Stiller. Assuming you’re given permission to address us at all. For now, all of you have probationary permission to speak to us, so consider your questions carefully.
Think we’re supposed to list all our superpowers and shit, bro, give the club a heads up as to what the fuck we can do. Actor, model, Oscar nominee, dated Sheryl Crow, recently coronated Troll King, fashion icon, DJ and rap artist. Also in the dope-ass driver’s seat of all your entertainment needs.
Yeah. Sure. We’re the king of all the trolls and all of that. I mean, listen. Between the two of us, we have some pretty fucking formidable superpowers. That’s all I’m going to say about it. I don’t actually see how it’s any of anyone’s business or why they need to know our powers anyway, so that’s pretty much all that needs to be said about it.
Oh yeah, also, I’m in charge of emotionally counseling you chucklefucks from now on. There will be some new policies put into place in the future, but more on that once I’ve determined where letting you whine on about your problems fits into my very busy schedule.
The dude has got shit to do. He'll pencil you in. Anyway, cool, icebreaker obligation friggin’ demolished, we have introduced the fuck out of ourselves. Weirdly probing questions, comments, concerns, whatever.
Don’t forget about the probation, though. I’m serious about that.
[Red = Dave, Gray = Karkat]
Yo. I get it, we gotta show our faces on here - give you the low-down on the fresh new shit in town, lay out what the fuck we’re about. So back on my home planet they call me Owen Wilson, but you can call me Dave that’s cool. [Maybe it’s his middle name.]
Right. And I’m beloved and seriously underrated Jen Aniston co-star Ben Stiller. You may refer to me exclusively as Mr. Stiller. Assuming you’re given permission to address us at all. For now, all of you have probationary permission to speak to us, so consider your questions carefully.
Think we’re supposed to list all our superpowers and shit, bro, give the club a heads up as to what the fuck we can do. Actor, model, Oscar nominee, dated Sheryl Crow, recently coronated Troll King, fashion icon, DJ and rap artist. Also in the dope-ass driver’s seat of all your entertainment needs.
Yeah. Sure. We’re the king of all the trolls and all of that. I mean, listen. Between the two of us, we have some pretty fucking formidable superpowers. That’s all I’m going to say about it. I don’t actually see how it’s any of anyone’s business or why they need to know our powers anyway, so that’s pretty much all that needs to be said about it.
Oh yeah, also, I’m in charge of emotionally counseling you chucklefucks from now on. There will be some new policies put into place in the future, but more on that once I’ve determined where letting you whine on about your problems fits into my very busy schedule.
The dude has got shit to do. He'll pencil you in. Anyway, cool, icebreaker obligation friggin’ demolished, we have introduced the fuck out of ourselves. Weirdly probing questions, comments, concerns, whatever.
Don’t forget about the probation, though. I’m serious about that.
[Red = Dave, Gray = Karkat]
iattractmushi[The white-haired man peering out of the screen at you has a faintly dubious expression on what you can see of his face, like he wasn't actually sure this would work.]
Uh... hey. [A slight pause, like he's not sure what to say.] I'm not used to talking for this kind of thing... I guess... I'm new here? The name's Ginko. Looks like I'm stuck here with the rest of you for a while, so I'd really like to get to know as many people as possible.
I've been assigned to be one of your medics. Hopefully I won't meet too many people because of that, though.
[But if this is the kind of place he thinks it is, he doesn't have his hopes up about that.
Another, smaller hesitation.]
Ah... if anyone here recognizes the name Edensphere... I'd definitely like to meet you. You might know me as Cloud, in that case.
[He kind of nods to the screen, and cuts the feed.]
Uh... hey. [A slight pause, like he's not sure what to say.] I'm not used to talking for this kind of thing... I guess... I'm new here? The name's Ginko. Looks like I'm stuck here with the rest of you for a while, so I'd really like to get to know as many people as possible.
I've been assigned to be one of your medics. Hopefully I won't meet too many people because of that, though.
[But if this is the kind of place he thinks it is, he doesn't have his hopes up about that.
Another, smaller hesitation.]
Ah... if anyone here recognizes the name Edensphere... I'd definitely like to meet you. You might know me as Cloud, in that case.
[He kind of nods to the screen, and cuts the feed.]
pleaseresetIf anyone comes across a building called Pay for Exchange, don't go in it.
[Asriel's voice sounds shaky and clearly upset with something. Maybe he should've switched to text, but he thinks it's too late now.]
They... they sell copies of people - people you can swap bodies with for a day. And they'll make copies of anyone who goes in their store, real actually alive copies too.
[Asriel's still sick to his stomach that he found "himself" for sale, but clearly the people on this colony didn't exactly see why it was a problem to sell living, unconscious bodies. But he's too scared to go back...]
J-just stay far away from it, okay? They don't ask you or anything, and they don't have any problems making a copy of you and putting it up for sale.
[ooc: Info for Pay for Exchange and what Asriel saw found here!]
[Asriel's voice sounds shaky and clearly upset with something. Maybe he should've switched to text, but he thinks it's too late now.]
They... they sell copies of people - people you can swap bodies with for a day. And they'll make copies of anyone who goes in their store, real actually alive copies too.
[Asriel's still sick to his stomach that he found "himself" for sale, but clearly the people on this colony didn't exactly see why it was a problem to sell living, unconscious bodies. But he's too scared to go back...]
J-just stay far away from it, okay? They don't ask you or anything, and they don't have any problems making a copy of you and putting it up for sale.
[ooc: Info for Pay for Exchange and what Asriel saw found here!]
pleaseresetThe captains decided to make me a transporter pilot!
[The voice of Moira's new "pilot" is young - very young, and covered in fur. He definitely doesn't look very qualified to be flying anything, but his excitement in his expression is barely contained. Up until this point, he was just a trainee. He really just wants to shout it over the network, but he's reeling himself in.]
I've been working real hard learning how to fly, so they must've thought that I was ready for it. I'm gonna work even harder from now on, okay? I hope I get to name one of the ships...
Since I'm not going to be working in the garden anymore, is it still okay if I come by and help take care of some of the flowers I planted there? I'd feel pretty bad if I just suddenly stopped visiting them.
[The voice of Moira's new "pilot" is young - very young, and covered in fur. He definitely doesn't look very qualified to be flying anything, but his excitement in his expression is barely contained. Up until this point, he was just a trainee. He really just wants to shout it over the network, but he's reeling himself in.]
I've been working real hard learning how to fly, so they must've thought that I was ready for it. I'm gonna work even harder from now on, okay? I hope I get to name one of the ships...
Since I'm not going to be working in the garden anymore, is it still okay if I come by and help take care of some of the flowers I planted there? I'd feel pretty bad if I just suddenly stopped visiting them.
skelepun[Solemn silence reigns for the first few moments of the broadcast. A shuffle of papers, a clearing of his throat -- or technically, a very good impersonation of it. There's no throat to clear. Anyway.]
Okay, so. I know there's been a lot of back and forth lately, kids. And I don't wanna add to the tension, but as long as we're ripping off band aids? I figure there's no time like the present.
[Another deep breath. Clearly, this is weighing heavily on the guy.]
I'm gonna say a few words that'll mean a lot to you guys. Bran. Oatmeal. Raisins. Words that should never even brush against the word muffin. And yet every Saturday, seems like those are the only muffins I see. I'm not gonna point fingers or anything. I dunno if the blame lies with the people taking the decent pastries or the persons allowing those ingredients to infect perfectly good muffins in the first place, but it's a tragic miscarriage of judgment and for the safety of the crew, I think it's important we all address the massive, raisin dotted elephant in the room.
I'm mean, jeez, guys. There are kids on this ship. What if they mistake them for chocolate chips? We're all responsible if we do nothing. Get it together, Moira.
[Another deep breath. He's said his peace. When he speaks again, it's as if a completely different person is grinning into the mic.]
And hey, as long as we're all here, feel free to air your various grievances too. Y'know, to save the Captains their bandwidth. Let it all out.
Okay, so. I know there's been a lot of back and forth lately, kids. And I don't wanna add to the tension, but as long as we're ripping off band aids? I figure there's no time like the present.
[Another deep breath. Clearly, this is weighing heavily on the guy.]
I'm gonna say a few words that'll mean a lot to you guys. Bran. Oatmeal. Raisins. Words that should never even brush against the word muffin. And yet every Saturday, seems like those are the only muffins I see. I'm not gonna point fingers or anything. I dunno if the blame lies with the people taking the decent pastries or the persons allowing those ingredients to infect perfectly good muffins in the first place, but it's a tragic miscarriage of judgment and for the safety of the crew, I think it's important we all address the massive, raisin dotted elephant in the room.
I'm mean, jeez, guys. There are kids on this ship. What if they mistake them for chocolate chips? We're all responsible if we do nothing. Get it together, Moira.
[Another deep breath. He's said his peace. When he speaks again, it's as if a completely different person is grinning into the mic.]
And hey, as long as we're all here, feel free to air your various grievances too. Y'know, to save the Captains their bandwidth. Let it all out.
(no subject)
May. 29th, 2016 02:20 pmvengeance_driven☄ Audio
Alright. I have been very fucking patient about people coming in the Cargo Bay to spend some spare time. As long as they stay out of the way? It's been fine. Lots of open space and there are usually people in there in case someone wants to have someone around. [People get scared, after all.]
But I am going to throw down some ground rules right now.
This is not a place to practice your aim with a gun or magic or super crap. This is not a place to hide your contraband bullshit. This is where we store our food and supplies and things that we need for the rest of this trip. We have to collect this stuff, remember? Only some of it comes by Ingress and that is not a certain supply.
You want to put something in here? You put a label on a box and give it to us and we put it in our records. You want to play around in here? Remember we got a rec room, we got a training room. You want to have a fight? Do that in the training room.
Everyone knock this shit the fuck off.
[Apparently it's taken a super fight, Bruce Banner getting tranquilized, and the Cargo Bay being almost set on fire to finally test his patience.]
Alright. I have been very fucking patient about people coming in the Cargo Bay to spend some spare time. As long as they stay out of the way? It's been fine. Lots of open space and there are usually people in there in case someone wants to have someone around. [People get scared, after all.]
But I am going to throw down some ground rules right now.
This is not a place to practice your aim with a gun or magic or super crap. This is not a place to hide your contraband bullshit. This is where we store our food and supplies and things that we need for the rest of this trip. We have to collect this stuff, remember? Only some of it comes by Ingress and that is not a certain supply.
You want to put something in here? You put a label on a box and give it to us and we put it in our records. You want to play around in here? Remember we got a rec room, we got a training room. You want to have a fight? Do that in the training room.
Everyone knock this shit the fuck off.
[Apparently it's taken a super fight, Bruce Banner getting tranquilized, and the Cargo Bay being almost set on fire to finally test his patience.]
audio; may 14
May. 15th, 2016 11:15 pmalan_1{OOC: Grid-jumping volunteers can thread their digital adventures out here.}
[The voice on the other end of the MID transmission comes out in a rush of words, tone urgent bordering on panicked.]
This is Alan Bradley -- I’m on Amissis-Re, outside the Ingress. Rinzler -- he just… He fell through. Alone. [Tries to remember the exact consequences for that transgression. Can’t. He’s not thinking about the aftermath on this side of the portal at all.] Someone needs to find him and bring him back. If this Ingress is supposed to take people back to where they came from, then… Then he’s going to end up on the Grid.
[Likely a meaningless term to most of the crew, but the way Alan says it makes it clear that this is not a good thing. He tries to slow his racing mind long enough to string together an explanation.] It’s the system he was in before he was on the Moira. There’s another program there, Clu; if he’s there and he finds Rinzler… [There’s a pause as Alan tries to collect his thoughts, order them in a way that will make people understand what’s at stake.] Programs can’t write programs of their own, but they can edit others -- that’s what he did to Rinzler. He took a program I had written to run independently and tried to rewrite him into someone who would obey without question. And if he finds Rinzler and sees how his code has changed, he’ll try it again.
[Alan knows how this must sound. How ironic it must be, for the crew to hear the man accused of trying to recode the program himself pleading with them not to let it happen at someone else’s hands. But the situation is far too dire to worry about what the crew may think of him. All he needs is for them to trust him enough to believe that he truly is acting towards Rinzler’s protection this time.] I know none of you have any reason to trust me. Not after what I did. But I never meant to hurt Rinzler or to take away his free will. Clu will not have those same reservations.
[If Clu finds him. If Rinzler goes to him. How long would it take for Clu to detect a change in his programming? In his memories? Alan’s voice grows edged with desperation.] Please, if anyone can help, I need them here as soon as possible. I don’t know how much time we have. I--
I can’t let this happen again.
[The voice on the other end of the MID transmission comes out in a rush of words, tone urgent bordering on panicked.]
This is Alan Bradley -- I’m on Amissis-Re, outside the Ingress. Rinzler -- he just… He fell through. Alone. [Tries to remember the exact consequences for that transgression. Can’t. He’s not thinking about the aftermath on this side of the portal at all.] Someone needs to find him and bring him back. If this Ingress is supposed to take people back to where they came from, then… Then he’s going to end up on the Grid.
[Likely a meaningless term to most of the crew, but the way Alan says it makes it clear that this is not a good thing. He tries to slow his racing mind long enough to string together an explanation.] It’s the system he was in before he was on the Moira. There’s another program there, Clu; if he’s there and he finds Rinzler… [There’s a pause as Alan tries to collect his thoughts, order them in a way that will make people understand what’s at stake.] Programs can’t write programs of their own, but they can edit others -- that’s what he did to Rinzler. He took a program I had written to run independently and tried to rewrite him into someone who would obey without question. And if he finds Rinzler and sees how his code has changed, he’ll try it again.
[Alan knows how this must sound. How ironic it must be, for the crew to hear the man accused of trying to recode the program himself pleading with them not to let it happen at someone else’s hands. But the situation is far too dire to worry about what the crew may think of him. All he needs is for them to trust him enough to believe that he truly is acting towards Rinzler’s protection this time.] I know none of you have any reason to trust me. Not after what I did. But I never meant to hurt Rinzler or to take away his free will. Clu will not have those same reservations.
[If Clu finds him. If Rinzler goes to him. How long would it take for Clu to detect a change in his programming? In his memories? Alan’s voice grows edged with desperation.] Please, if anyone can help, I need them here as soon as possible. I don’t know how much time we have. I--
I can’t let this happen again.
[video] (Backdated to April 30th)
May. 2nd, 2016 12:01 pmgainedlove[When Frisk comes onto the network this time, it's with a much less agreeable expression upon their face. Their hair is incredibly rumpled, and they rather look like they just slept in their clothing last night.]
You gotta stop hurting people! It's not fair, he already got punished, an' he didn't DO anything, an' he was hurt an'...!
[Frisk's face screws up, and they're clearly holding back on some frustrated tears.]
H-has anybody seen Rinzler? He was...I-I wanna make sure he's okay.
You gotta stop hurting people! It's not fair, he already got punished, an' he didn't DO anything, an' he was hurt an'...!
[Frisk's face screws up, and they're clearly holding back on some frustrated tears.]
H-has anybody seen Rinzler? He was...I-I wanna make sure he's okay.
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Apr. 24th, 2016 10:33 pmredshitlordHELP OK SO
UM
I NEED TO KNOW LIKE WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU ASK SOMEONE TO GO DO SOMETHING AND THEY SAY YES
ALSO WHEN YOU KIND OF MAYBE
THINK THEYRE REALLY COOL ??? IN A LOT OF WAYS
TAILGTE SAYS BRING A PRESENT AND TALK ABOUT YROUSELF BUT ?????
HOW DO I DO THIS HELP ITS IMPORTANT
[No, it's really not that important. He's just panicking and completely misreading a situation. Whoops.]
UM
I NEED TO KNOW LIKE WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU ASK SOMEONE TO GO DO SOMETHING AND THEY SAY YES
ALSO WHEN YOU KIND OF MAYBE
THINK THEYRE REALLY COOL ??? IN A LOT OF WAYS
TAILGTE SAYS BRING A PRESENT AND TALK ABOUT YROUSELF BUT ?????
HOW DO I DO THIS HELP ITS IMPORTANT
[No, it's really not that important. He's just panicking and completely misreading a situation. Whoops.]
pleasereset[After retrieving his mail, a small monster goat appears on the screen. Asriel looks a little tired, but cheerful nonetheless.]
Howdy, everyone. I got some new things in the mail... some books about pants and a cinnamon-butterscotch pie.
[The books were a little weird, but the pie was even weirder. He thinks maybe Toriel snuck it in with his mail delivery as an extra treat. If not though... well, maybe the captains here knew what his tastes were like and decided to be nice to him. It was a nice gesture, in any case.]
I wouldn't mind sharing some - um, the pie I mean. Would anyone like a slice?
[ooc: This is the IC post for this post here. There's still some slices left if you want your character to get poisoned pie!]
Howdy, everyone. I got some new things in the mail... some books about pants and a cinnamon-butterscotch pie.
[The books were a little weird, but the pie was even weirder. He thinks maybe Toriel snuck it in with his mail delivery as an extra treat. If not though... well, maybe the captains here knew what his tastes were like and decided to be nice to him. It was a nice gesture, in any case.]
I wouldn't mind sharing some - um, the pie I mean. Would anyone like a slice?
[ooc: This is the IC post for this post here. There's still some slices left if you want your character to get poisoned pie!]
lets_see_what_happensHello. This is Gregor Vorbarra, Senior Arbitration Officer on the ship, and I wanted to reach out to the inhabitants of the Moira new and old, to let you know that murder is not, has never been, and will never be an officially sanctioned method of arbitrating disputes either between crewmembers or officers. If you have any difficulties, please feel free to refer them to me and I will assist you as best I am able.
Have a good day.
Have a good day.
inruins[The feed starts out pink from her paw pads, then white as the boss monster realizes she's covering her MID's lense. When her hand pulls back, viewers are greeted by the sight of a large smiling white goat monster. ]
Greetings, I am Toriel.
Now that things have... relatively settled down. I thought it would be a good time for baking.
I admit it is rather self indulgent, but I've been in the mood to make pie for quite awhile now. I've finally gotten the ingredient I've been missing for my favorite kind of pie, so I thought I would offer some to anyone feeling a bit hungry.
[She turns her arm a bit awkwardly, not sure how to handle the MID, eventually showing a fresh surprisingly large pie. When she turns the camera lense back to herself she's smiling a little brighter.] If you would like any fresh snail pie, please come by. I'm in the cafeteria currently.
Ah- yes, Papyrus. I've finished what I promised you, should I bring it to you?
((A log is up here if your character want to go grab some pie! Action tags here are welcome too!))
Greetings, I am Toriel.
Now that things have... relatively settled down. I thought it would be a good time for baking.
I admit it is rather self indulgent, but I've been in the mood to make pie for quite awhile now. I've finally gotten the ingredient I've been missing for my favorite kind of pie, so I thought I would offer some to anyone feeling a bit hungry.
[She turns her arm a bit awkwardly, not sure how to handle the MID, eventually showing a fresh surprisingly large pie. When she turns the camera lense back to herself she's smiling a little brighter.] If you would like any fresh snail pie, please come by. I'm in the cafeteria currently.
Ah- yes, Papyrus. I've finished what I promised you, should I bring it to you?
((A log is up here if your character want to go grab some pie! Action tags here are welcome too!))
yer_pretty_good[The video turns on and it shows a whole lotta nothing. Just an empty rec room. And then:]
DD!
[When Ocelot’s voice shouts the name, a large dog that appears to be a wolf-mix with thick grey fur and an eyepatch over one eye comes into view of the camera and stands there wagging its tail eagerly.
Ocelot’s gloved red hand comes into view of the camera and points to the room.]
Search!
[The dog barks twice and turns around to quickly move about the room. It sticks its head behind a couch and pulls out a red ball, then drops it and follows its nose to another spot, inside a potted plant, where another red ball is retrieved. The dog moves expertly around obstacles, retrieving red balls that were hidden all over the room. When the last one is found, DD walks back to Ocelot and stares up at the camera with the final red ball in its mouth.]
Good boy, DD.
[DD barks again, dropping the ball and turning happily in a circle with his tail wagging. The camera then turns to show Ocelot’s face.]
You see that? Expertly trained. I’m willing to bet DD here is worth more in the field than half of you, so maybe you should get some lessons from our defense personnel.
[That’ll give Miller and Snake something to do.]
If you think you might need DD for some field work, you can ask his handler, ‘Venom’ Snake.
DD!
[When Ocelot’s voice shouts the name, a large dog that appears to be a wolf-mix with thick grey fur and an eyepatch over one eye comes into view of the camera and stands there wagging its tail eagerly.
Ocelot’s gloved red hand comes into view of the camera and points to the room.]
Search!
[The dog barks twice and turns around to quickly move about the room. It sticks its head behind a couch and pulls out a red ball, then drops it and follows its nose to another spot, inside a potted plant, where another red ball is retrieved. The dog moves expertly around obstacles, retrieving red balls that were hidden all over the room. When the last one is found, DD walks back to Ocelot and stares up at the camera with the final red ball in its mouth.]
Good boy, DD.
[DD barks again, dropping the ball and turning happily in a circle with his tail wagging. The camera then turns to show Ocelot’s face.]
You see that? Expertly trained. I’m willing to bet DD here is worth more in the field than half of you, so maybe you should get some lessons from our defense personnel.
[That’ll give Miller and Snake something to do.]
If you think you might need DD for some field work, you can ask his handler, ‘Venom’ Snake.
[Voice, March 13th]
Mar. 13th, 2016 05:25 ampleasereset[Following Asriel and Rinzler's first meeting, Asriel offered his assistance in helping Rinzler explore all the nooks and crannies of the Moira. After forming their "secret explorer team" (as named by Asriel), Asriel was already on his first mission.
That mission being exploring the vents, going into the smaller tunnels that Rinzler couldn't fit. It was a little frightening at first, the vents were dark and dirty, and there were so many tunnels that he wasn't sure where exactly he was going. But he tried to memorize an easy path for himself, one where if he got too lost, all he needed to do was come back the way he came.
But the vents being as dark as they were, he got turned around and now he wasn't sure where he was. Or even how long it'd take to crawl his way back. He tried to memorize what he saw in the openings of the vents - rooms and items that he could see through the grates. But he hadn't come across an opening for a while now, and being stuck in a small space in the dark would be frightening for any child.
Fumbling with his MID, he tries calling Rinzler - accidentally making the entire call public. His voice is calm, but a little nervous.]
Um... Rinzler? I think I'm lost. I-I got turned around in one of the tunnels and now I'm not sure how to get back. Could you help me? I'm trying to find something that looks familiar but everything is so dark in here.
[Asriel’s message isn’t entirely unexpected. While the not-user’s offer to help him map the smaller access paths had included plenty of enthusiasm, its actual navigational talents were an untested quality—and not one Rinzler held enormous hopes for. Still, the request for help is much less alarming than the way it's been made.
Rinzler checks the message. Then rechecks it. Then strongly reconsiders his life choices. (If, sadly, only the recent ones.) Entirely public. Users, why?
His first response is immediate... and immediately private. It won't be visible to anyone watching. The answer that follows, on the other hand…]
-Huh? Everyone can hear this?! Rinzler please, I need help- [And at that moment, Asriel's voice will cut off into unintelligible babble of blips and beeps* to anyone that’s not a monster or from his timeline, lasting a few seconds before going silent.
[Well. That’s not ominous at all. Neither is the long pause that follows it. The next—and last—public transmission doesn’t come from Asriel’s number at all. (And won’t be understood by the non-English speakers on the ship.) Still, if you can, why wouldn’t you listen to this reasoning?]
Disregard transmissions.
Situation under control.
[*=Clicking the link leads to Undertale spoilers!]
That mission being exploring the vents, going into the smaller tunnels that Rinzler couldn't fit. It was a little frightening at first, the vents were dark and dirty, and there were so many tunnels that he wasn't sure where exactly he was going. But he tried to memorize an easy path for himself, one where if he got too lost, all he needed to do was come back the way he came.
But the vents being as dark as they were, he got turned around and now he wasn't sure where he was. Or even how long it'd take to crawl his way back. He tried to memorize what he saw in the openings of the vents - rooms and items that he could see through the grates. But he hadn't come across an opening for a while now, and being stuck in a small space in the dark would be frightening for any child.
Fumbling with his MID, he tries calling Rinzler - accidentally making the entire call public. His voice is calm, but a little nervous.]
Um... Rinzler? I think I'm lost. I-I got turned around in one of the tunnels and now I'm not sure how to get back. Could you help me? I'm trying to find something that looks familiar but everything is so dark in here.
[Asriel’s message isn’t entirely unexpected. While the not-user’s offer to help him map the smaller access paths had included plenty of enthusiasm, its actual navigational talents were an untested quality—and not one Rinzler held enormous hopes for. Still, the request for help is much less alarming than the way it's been made.
Rinzler checks the message. Then rechecks it. Then strongly reconsiders his life choices. (If, sadly, only the recent ones.) Entirely public. Users, why?
His first response is immediate... and immediately private. It won't be visible to anyone watching. The answer that follows, on the other hand…]
-Huh? Everyone can hear this?! Rinzler please, I need help- [And at that moment, Asriel's voice will cut off into unintelligible babble of blips and beeps* to anyone that’s not a monster or from his timeline, lasting a few seconds before going silent.
[Well. That’s not ominous at all. Neither is the long pause that follows it. The next—and last—public transmission doesn’t come from Asriel’s number at all. (And won’t be understood by the non-English speakers on the ship.) Still, if you can, why wouldn’t you listen to this reasoning?]
Disregard transmissions.
Situation under control.
[*=Clicking the link leads to Undertale spoilers!]
text; march 11th
Mar. 11th, 2016 09:35 pmskelepunI need a healer right now. I can't move him.
[There's no joke, no goofy font, and no time for playing around.]
Palatino is not a monster.
((directly after this thread. Please feel free to tag in here for immediate aftermath!
Skeletons are now in the medbay, please feel free to visit them here. ))
[There's no joke, no goofy font, and no time for playing around.]
Palatino is not a monster.
((
Skeletons are now in the medbay, please feel free to visit them here. ))