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Sticky: BULLETIN • TO DO IN SPACEHELL
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TEXT • id: canary
Jun. 24th, 2017 08:57 pmtaerAll right, so we're all stuck on a spaceship hurtling through space. Believe it or not, but this isn't actually my first rodeo.
Here's the thing: we need to get organised. Most of us may have survived that alien intruder, but not all of us did, and there's no telling what else could happen. We don't know where this ship is going, so we don't know it isn't going to crash into something. We don't know how the food machines in the kitchen work, so we don't know if or when we'll run out of food. We don't know how the heating works, so we're all freezing our asses off.
My guess is we all have some skills that can be useful. If we work together, we have a better chance of survival and of figuring out how to get back to where we all came from. So let's pool resources.
I'll start:
My name's Sara Lance. I know how to fight, I'm good with a knife and I have some idea on how to fly a spaceship, but not enough of one to touch the controls of this one yet.
[ ooc; feel free to use this as a general mingle post, hit each other up, threadjack and all that. i'll be posting my other characters here as well, but obviously won't be threading with myself, so hit them up maybe? ♥ ]
Here's the thing: we need to get organised. Most of us may have survived that alien intruder, but not all of us did, and there's no telling what else could happen. We don't know where this ship is going, so we don't know it isn't going to crash into something. We don't know how the food machines in the kitchen work, so we don't know if or when we'll run out of food. We don't know how the heating works, so we're all freezing our asses off.
My guess is we all have some skills that can be useful. If we work together, we have a better chance of survival and of figuring out how to get back to where we all came from. So let's pool resources.
I'll start:
My name's Sara Lance. I know how to fight, I'm good with a knife and I have some idea on how to fly a spaceship, but not enough of one to touch the controls of this one yet.
[ ooc; feel free to use this as a general mingle post, hit each other up, threadjack and all that. i'll be posting my other characters here as well, but obviously won't be threading with myself, so hit them up maybe? ♥ ]
video. post-alien plot.
Jun. 20th, 2017 06:06 pmamerica[ It is with a slightly grim expression on this former Captain, ex-Avenger's face that he looks into the screen and addresses the network at large.
He isn't sure of the details; he isn't even sure if this clue he'd discovered really belongs to any of them, or if it might have belonged to the creature they'd just killed, but it feels important to share anyway.
His voice is calm, collected and confident in a way that hints this probably isn't his first rodeo. ]
My name is Steve Rogers and I, like most of you, I imagine, were stranded on this unknown spacecraft with no real idea how you got here or why. I think it's pretty safe to say we're all probably still looking for answers especially in the wake of the extraterrestrial attacks.
Anyway, I'm posting this video for a couple reasons. First, on my way back to the mess hall, I came across this.
[ He holds up a (now-folded) piece of red cloth into the screen. It looks downright destruction-proof and probably a bit stretchy. It is also very obviously torn from a greater expanse of fabric, like it'd been through something of a struggle. It, of course, belonged to one of the stranded passengers on this ship, but Steve doesn't know that. ]
I'm not sure what it is or who it belonged to. But anyone who wants to take a look at it, or better yet, might be able to provide a couple of answers can find me on deck two.
[ Steve takes a breath, pausing before he speaks again. ]
And secondly, it feels wrong not to give those we lost a proper soldier's send-off. I know it'll be difficult but they gave their lives to save the rest of us and we owe it to them to give them this much at least. Let me know what you think.
I think that's pretty much it. Feel free to find me on deck two or send me a message.
[ And with that, the video ends. ]
He isn't sure of the details; he isn't even sure if this clue he'd discovered really belongs to any of them, or if it might have belonged to the creature they'd just killed, but it feels important to share anyway.
His voice is calm, collected and confident in a way that hints this probably isn't his first rodeo. ]
My name is Steve Rogers and I, like most of you, I imagine, were stranded on this unknown spacecraft with no real idea how you got here or why. I think it's pretty safe to say we're all probably still looking for answers especially in the wake of the extraterrestrial attacks.
Anyway, I'm posting this video for a couple reasons. First, on my way back to the mess hall, I came across this.
[ He holds up a (now-folded) piece of red cloth into the screen. It looks downright destruction-proof and probably a bit stretchy. It is also very obviously torn from a greater expanse of fabric, like it'd been through something of a struggle. It, of course, belonged to one of the stranded passengers on this ship, but Steve doesn't know that. ]
I'm not sure what it is or who it belonged to. But anyone who wants to take a look at it, or better yet, might be able to provide a couple of answers can find me on deck two.
[ Steve takes a breath, pausing before he speaks again. ]
And secondly, it feels wrong not to give those we lost a proper soldier's send-off. I know it'll be difficult but they gave their lives to save the rest of us and we owe it to them to give them this much at least. Let me know what you think.
I think that's pretty much it. Feel free to find me on deck two or send me a message.
[ And with that, the video ends. ]
video; un: barebone
Jun. 5th, 2017 03:22 pmrepressings[ Credence shouldn't go exploring. That's implicitly obvious, but he'd done it anyway, and when he recovers from this he'll have a nice long mental self-reprimanding. It had been a simple enough affair. Surely, there would be some kind of answer among the metal corridors and winding labyrinth of strange technology. There's a buddy system, but Credence had simply not wanted to bother anyone, not wanting to impose.
He's not expecting to round the corner on deck 3 and see the body of a man. He's jarred, falling backwards, tripping on things that aren't there. His rear hits the hallway and he backs up, instinctive, and doesn't stop until his back hits the metal hallway.
He has to let people know. It's instinctive, to pull out the necklace he'd been given in the dark alley before arriving and touch it, and it's only after his heart stops racing too much (he can't stop staring, this is decidedly different from his sister, or is ma) that he starts a video. The movement is shakey, and he's sure no one on the ship will really recognize him, having kept to himself and his quarters, but they have to know. ]
There's--there's something...
[ He pans the camera to the body, trying to keep his body from shaking, voice high with fear. ]
Deck three. It's on deck three.
He's not expecting to round the corner on deck 3 and see the body of a man. He's jarred, falling backwards, tripping on things that aren't there. His rear hits the hallway and he backs up, instinctive, and doesn't stop until his back hits the metal hallway.
He has to let people know. It's instinctive, to pull out the necklace he'd been given in the dark alley before arriving and touch it, and it's only after his heart stops racing too much (he can't stop staring, this is decidedly different from his sister, or is ma) that he starts a video. The movement is shakey, and he's sure no one on the ship will really recognize him, having kept to himself and his quarters, but they have to know. ]
There's--there's something...
[ He pans the camera to the body, trying to keep his body from shaking, voice high with fear. ]
Deck three. It's on deck three.
text | un: th.ing
Jun. 4th, 2017 10:39 pmfingerprintSo we're all confused... and we were all sleeping before we came here. At least I think so. Why were we kidnapped to space? That's too far to make a call for our ransom.
[ Weird of anyone to demand a ransom to Louise Grimshaw, too. They should know better than to challenge a witch like her.
More importantly: ]
At what time do we have our meals? It's very important that I eat.
[ Weird of anyone to demand a ransom to Louise Grimshaw, too. They should know better than to challenge a witch like her.
More importantly: ]
At what time do we have our meals? It's very important that I eat.
TEXT • id: deveny
May. 31st, 2017 09:56 pmselection[ solo didn't just arrive. he's been getting his bearings, best as he can. it isn't much, but he's at least managed to make sense of accessing the network.
none of the trouble it's cost him is revealed in his short message: ]
This is certainly a dreary place, isn't it?
none of the trouble it's cost him is revealed in his short message: ]
This is certainly a dreary place, isn't it?
video » un: enzo
May. 22nd, 2017 10:11 amtormentise[ because he has no shame/care for self-preservation, he shows his face. he may be smiling, a charming smile, he's not pleased. he doesn't know what's happening on the ship, only that he woke up on it and is ready to get the fuck out of here.]
As lovely as the accommodations are here, I much preferred where I was before. Now if our captors would kindly grow a spine and show their faces so I can be on my way, that would be lovely.
As lovely as the accommodations are here, I much preferred where I was before. Now if our captors would kindly grow a spine and show their faces so I can be on my way, that would be lovely.
1 🐻 VIDEO / UN: BEAR
May. 16th, 2017 08:53 pmaccelerate[ barry flicks his phone on, holding it with one hand as he presses his fingers hard against his temple. he doesn't let up on placing pressure on his forehead, rubbing it as he's got a migraine. ]
Hey … guys.
I'm Barry. Barry Allen. And, uh, sorry — I can't really get to everyone on the ship to let you know what's going on, because I don't really know everyone, so … sorry if I'm endangering you right now because I don't know if aliens are really good with smart phones? I'm still waiting for the E.T. sequel.
[ he's quick to defend: ]
No offense Kara. Also, hey! Sorry, I've been meaning to call you.
[ he clears his throat. anyway … ]
Speaking of E.T., we kind of have a visitor on the ship? I think he's not really like E.T., so maybe I should call him Alien and Predator or something instead. He's not really here in peace …
[ he rubs his head, feeling a pounding where the bullet had torn through his skin. he winces, closing his eyes for a very quick second, before he's focused on his communicator once more. his expression shifts from uncertain and uncomfortable to confident and tired. so does his voice: ]
Uh … Look. There's an alien on the ship and he's looking for something. I can't really tell you what. But he's really dangerous. He'll hurt you. He'll kill you if he has to. Don't go to deck 3. Please don't go there until we have a plan or … something. He's … she's … It's interested in the door that'll take you to deck 4.
[ hand pressed to his temple, he doesn't even realise he's wincing. ]
I … was really lucky. He hurt me but I can bounce back, if you get what I'm saying. Please don't be left alone on the ship by yourself. Have someone with you. I know that that may not help with an aggressive alien, but it'd let me sleep at night knowing our head count has stayed the same.
I can scout and suss where he is, sort of undetected? But … uh …
[ he closes his eyes and sighs. ]
Does anyone have any painkillers? My head really hurts.
( ooc note yo! this is may plot! barry was the volunteer for a super secret mission and this is it. please feel free to threadjack if you are possessed by the desire to do so. )
Hey … guys.
I'm Barry. Barry Allen. And, uh, sorry — I can't really get to everyone on the ship to let you know what's going on, because I don't really know everyone, so … sorry if I'm endangering you right now because I don't know if aliens are really good with smart phones? I'm still waiting for the E.T. sequel.
[ he's quick to defend: ]
No offense Kara. Also, hey! Sorry, I've been meaning to call you.
[ he clears his throat. anyway … ]
Speaking of E.T., we kind of have a visitor on the ship? I think he's not really like E.T., so maybe I should call him Alien and Predator or something instead. He's not really here in peace …
[ he rubs his head, feeling a pounding where the bullet had torn through his skin. he winces, closing his eyes for a very quick second, before he's focused on his communicator once more. his expression shifts from uncertain and uncomfortable to confident and tired. so does his voice: ]
Uh … Look. There's an alien on the ship and he's looking for something. I can't really tell you what. But he's really dangerous. He'll hurt you. He'll kill you if he has to. Don't go to deck 3. Please don't go there until we have a plan or … something. He's … she's … It's interested in the door that'll take you to deck 4.
[ hand pressed to his temple, he doesn't even realise he's wincing. ]
I … was really lucky. He hurt me but I can bounce back, if you get what I'm saying. Please don't be left alone on the ship by yourself. Have someone with you. I know that that may not help with an aggressive alien, but it'd let me sleep at night knowing our head count has stayed the same.
I can scout and suss where he is, sort of undetected? But … uh …
[ he closes his eyes and sighs. ]
Does anyone have any painkillers? My head really hurts.
( ooc note yo! this is may plot! barry was the volunteer for a super secret mission and this is it. please feel free to threadjack if you are possessed by the desire to do so. )
kravhi everyone 👋🏻 [ yes, charlie's figured out emojis on these comm devices. aren't you glad? ]
so i just woke up on this wonderful and hospitable space ship and honestly?? its kinda miserable 😖😫😩 but on the plus side i figured out how to make the food machines spit out alcohol
can u guess what that means? PARTY TIME let's all get drunk and forget this place is a shithole
whos with me? be @ the mess hall at 2000hrs or be square
oh im charlie by the way. charlie spencer
so i just woke up on this wonderful and hospitable space ship and honestly?? its kinda miserable 😖😫😩 but on the plus side i figured out how to make the food machines spit out alcohol
can u guess what that means? PARTY TIME let's all get drunk and forget this place is a shithole
whos with me? be @ the mess hall at 2000hrs or be square
oh im charlie by the way. charlie spencer
video 001 — un: wanda
Apr. 30th, 2017 10:47 pmhext[ the feed clicks on silently; while there is little fuss in the way of background noise, it takes a few moments before the static and blur subsides. a pale finger rubs a smudge of dust away from the corner of the screen, as an equally pale face comes into focus.
there is something withdrawn, yet somehow feral about her. the subtle vibrations of a caged animal, newly freed, but mistrustful of its new surroundings.
there are bruises in the shape of a collar around her neck, only briefly visible before she pulls her hair over her shoulders. ]
I see several of you have arrived on this dilapidated vessel with acquaintances from home. Perhaps more than not, [ she observes in carefully clipped English, although it is perhaps evident that it is not her first language from the certain tilt of her tongue. ] Was there a mechanism that permitted this?
I would be willing to trade information for skills.
[ a pause. ]
Clearing debris should be little problem for me, for example.
there is something withdrawn, yet somehow feral about her. the subtle vibrations of a caged animal, newly freed, but mistrustful of its new surroundings.
there are bruises in the shape of a collar around her neck, only briefly visible before she pulls her hair over her shoulders. ]
I see several of you have arrived on this dilapidated vessel with acquaintances from home. Perhaps more than not, [ she observes in carefully clipped English, although it is perhaps evident that it is not her first language from the certain tilt of her tongue. ] Was there a mechanism that permitted this?
I would be willing to trade information for skills.
[ a pause. ]
Clearing debris should be little problem for me, for example.
TEXT • un: (j.aach)
Apr. 28th, 2017 05:00 pmcausaeAccording to the schematics on this ship's computer, there is a room labelled bridge on deck 1. It's currently blocked by debris.
It might offer some answers or at least more control over this ship. Who will help me gain access?
It might offer some answers or at least more control over this ship. Who will help me gain access?
VIDEO • un: (empty)
Apr. 16th, 2017 09:50 pmfujita[ when the video starts, it's to a close-up of a young woman squinting at the screen like she's not entirely sure whether what she's doing is working. after a second or two, her expression brightens, though, and she holds the device a little further away from her face. ]
Hi. Can anyone see this? Is anyone watching? I'm Dorothy. [ the camera swings around, showing albus dumbledore for a moment, though it's dorothy's voice that continues: ] And this is Albus, apparently. We've just met and we have no idea what's going on here, so if anyone has a clue, mind filling us in?
[ the camera swings back around to dorothy only long enough for her to shut off the feed. ]
Hi. Can anyone see this? Is anyone watching? I'm Dorothy. [ the camera swings around, showing albus dumbledore for a moment, though it's dorothy's voice that continues: ] And this is Albus, apparently. We've just met and we have no idea what's going on here, so if anyone has a clue, mind filling us in?
[ the camera swings back around to dorothy only long enough for her to shut off the feed. ]