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ROLE — CAPTAIN'S LOG 📁
CAPTAIN'S LOG
welcome, crewmate isabel.
On WEDNESDAY, after returning to the ship from their planetside work, Lovelace will hear the familiar ping of the I.R.I.S. at her wrist; the moment that she lifts up her hand to check what the noise is for, a window immediately pops up. The projection fills in a spread of purple, and a message sent only to her designation loads in the window.
There is no compulsion to obey the request, but it is rather politely made - and could be interesting.
There is no compulsion to obey the request, but it is rather politely made - and could be interesting.
GOOD AFTERNOON, CPT. LOVELACE.
Hopefully I'm not interrupting anything? Sorry, if that's the case! I tried to time this for when you weren't busy with work planetside for the delivery, and wanted to give you the chance to explore if you wanted.
If you could please meet with me as soon as possible, I would appreciate it. There's some work that you might find interesting. I think if we did it together, we could really do a lot with it - and it might help us get some answers.
Hopefully I'm not interrupting anything? Sorry, if that's the case! I tried to time this for when you weren't busy with work planetside for the delivery, and wanted to give you the chance to explore if you wanted.
If you could please meet with me as soon as possible, I would appreciate it. There's some work that you might find interesting. I think if we did it together, we could really do a lot with it - and it might help us get some answers.
GANYMEDE
The observation deck is highlighted on the I.R.I.S. once the message is read, and will indicate where Lovelace needs to go to meet Ganymede. The CCO can be found easily there, waiting patiently, a data pad in their hands before turning to greet her companionably. They won't begin the discussion until they're sure that there's no one else around. While relaxed, it's hard to say what they're thinking, as there's currently no emoticons or symbols displaying on the visor of their helmet, but their filtered voice is still steady and calm.
"I'm sure you've got questions, and we've got a lot to go over. Let's get started."
"I'm sure you've got questions, and we've got a lot to go over. Let's get started."
RULES
As the role responsible for the captain's log, along with information that is acquired through it, Lovelace is expected to follow a few rules:
1. For now, keep your new designation a secret. Should this designation be shared with anyone without prior authorization, consequences and termination of position are possible. This can be revisited at a later date.
↳ As of w2, you can share your role with ONE non-role person.
2. If you distribute any information acquired, it must be done anonymously or without referencing the true source. This can be revisited at a later date.
3. Each week, only one person can be investigated. You can choose that one person, or you can select three from which a random individual will be pulled from through RNG. You cannot investigate yourself, senior crew, or previously decommissioned crew at this time.
↳ As of w5, a second person can be selected; these choices can come from both senior and junior crew, the previously decommissioned, and the old crew roster.
4. Selection must be made during Lovelace's meeting with Ganymede when summoned on Wednesday (ICly, OOCly the deadline is Friday). Once one or both parties leave the meeting, the meeting is concluded until reconvening for discussion of results on Sunday. This does not mean that the role can't be discussed in audiences, however!
1. For now, keep your new designation a secret. Should this designation be shared with anyone without prior authorization, consequences and termination of position are possible. This can be revisited at a later date.
↳ As of w2, you can share your role with ONE non-role person.
2. If you distribute any information acquired, it must be done anonymously or without referencing the true source. This can be revisited at a later date.
3. Each week, only one person can be investigated. You can choose that one person, or you can select three from which a random individual will be pulled from through RNG. You cannot investigate yourself, senior crew, or previously decommissioned crew at this time.
↳ As of w5, a second person can be selected; these choices can come from both senior and junior crew, the previously decommissioned, and the old crew roster.
4. Selection must be made during Lovelace's meeting with Ganymede when summoned on Wednesday (ICly, OOCly the deadline is Friday). Once one or both parties leave the meeting, the meeting is concluded until reconvening for discussion of results on Sunday. This does not mean that the role can't be discussed in audiences, however!
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Why does it always have to be eldritch horrors...
[ yeah you can have a few bullets, he would have figured out how to ensure she had some before this, even if he had to get them from the acquada belugas instead of usual channels.
probably a good thing that you asked, because this is a dead end, as it turns out.
and it's teeth-chatteringly cold, with a squishy, fleshy noise underfoot. ]
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she is just hissing: ] Why is it squishy?! Are we in its guts?!
[ in WHAT'S guts? anyway, i guess we... backtrack....????? ]
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he's also freezing, figuratively, and reaching his regular hand down for the bayard in case he has to dual wield. the purple glow of his galra hand continues because if it shorts out to being nerfed again it'll still be viable as a flashlight. ]
I sure hope not! [ aaaaaa ] The dead calling wherever they are the Helly Belly is not something I want carrying over here!
[ the fleshy feeling
pulsates
and tries to grab at their feet ]
Gah!
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but the thing about a gun being her only weapon is that even lovelace knows better than to try shooting it in tight spaces like this. with no idea where EXACTLY they are. after joking about how there might not be oxygen one wall over.
so she is just kicking??? at the tunnel??? ]
Let go, let go, let go!
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shiro swings his hand down, as he feels the fleshy reach of the floor coming up their legs. it cauterizes whatever the hell this is, which brings them the smell of rotten but cooking meat. terrible. hate it.
not the worst thing either of them has dealt with. ]
Back, back - try the other way! [ roll a d20, if it's 12 or higher it's a save. 11 or under she's eating shit on the meat floor. ]
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okay. well she's trying to scramble back but IT'S NOT GOING WELL ]
I don't want to get eaten by the ship! If I get eaten by the ship I can't make fun of Kasuga for getting eaten by a bus! [ that cannot and should not be your motivation here. ]
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lovelace gets to be besties with the floor as the Thing pulls on her leg, which is, in fact, fleshy. it's malformed, like the whorls and knobs and rough shape of tree bark but made.
meat. ]
Why is that the priority!? [ shiro doesn't super fair any better though as he stumbles into the wall, and is. stuck there. ] - stop, god, I avoided getting eaten by acid flesh monsters and absorbed into Barbie hell, no more!
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[ but at least that's a little promising. he's been through this kind of thing before? because she fucking hasn't! she is kicking harder at this thing. is there anything she can grab onto to pull herself away from it? ANYTHING NOT ALSO FLESHY??? ]
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[ screams with mouth closed. just because he has experience does NOT mean he's happy, or doing any better, and he hacks and slashes and burns at the flesh until he can get off the wall at least.
scrabbling at the fleshy ground, eventually she feels a groove where the floor is no longer meat mimicry, where it meets the real floor. she can give herself a pull to get out. ]
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[ yay she will try to pull herself out of this horrible fleshy grip, then. where can we go now, she wants to keep moving Fastly. maybe if we move fast enough we can outrun its grabby meat. ]
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the path, fortunately, does not change. nothing chases you, although the entire maze is now frigid. you go back to the staircase shape, and you can go right (the straight path you did not choose) or left (back in the direction you started in). ]
There is no level of reimbursement this company can give us at this point...
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[ right! ]
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[ good news cola
you solved my maze puzzle and only went the wrong way once. there's a grated vent ahead, once you've run far enough, that can be seen on the lefthand side the moment you round a corner. you could of course keep going straight, but that would just lead you to more meat, probably, and there's a quiet hum of technology coming through here. ]
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[ i did so much better at this maze than the one in homo. i can't believe i didn't force anyone to come with me to witness this. goddamn it.
well then. in we go?? ]
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he's just going to remove the panel so that she can see what they've got. she'll fit through way more easily than he will - and it turns out that she's right at the main terminal for the bridge. ]
... so, we got this far but didn't necessarily plan what we were going to do once we got here.
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well she'll slip out and get in front of the terminal, then. she's familiar with space ships and space stations and AI hardware. but. also things work different here than what she's used to... anything look familiar? anything look like a big obvious 'TALK TO THE AI' button? ]
We'll just figure it out. Trial by error.
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unfortunately everything looks extremely alien in here, even by her standards. just the kind of tilted axis that's almost, but not quite, so it's hard to say what exactly is what. he's peering out as he sets aside the panel, starting a timer for her so she knows when five minutes is almost up.
ignoring that he's looking at it from a different angle, he's also bemused. ]
I've got your designation datapad with me, if you want to try and hook it up to the terminal. Familiar interface to work with?
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[ any... keyboard like parts? help ]
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he will pull out the datapad from one of his belt pouches and pass it through to her, before tapping away at his own I.R.I.S. to try and route the access to either connect to the bridge or at least message the bridge system. ]
Try... typing a message? Or enter a profile query like you usually would? Test some things out - you still have time before five minutes.
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[ okay, for now she will refrain from pressing random buttons on the terminal. instead she's submitting a query using this data pad, like she usually does for profile checks! can we check...
Eudora? ]
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time goes by. shiro, checking the timer, starts looking a little concerned as they get closer to five minutes in here, mouth opening to say something -
and, then, he's not there anymore. or you at least can't perceive him anymore, lovelace, as a lance of pain shoots through your head and seems to linger there. it's the overlay sinking into place, driving in rather than settling like a cloak. as this happens, the datapad lights up and is filled with bright bright bright - ]
[ there is no voice, but an implication of one to go with the text - which goes, and goes, and goes - many layered and screaming.
but as the screen continues to fill with this terrible screaming, a new line shows up, breaking up the stream in a single, dark bar. lovelace will have to scroll up to catch what it says - but it's the same sensation she got last week. ]
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She'll try typing: ]
How can we help you?
[ and if that doesn't get a response relatively quickly, do a profile search for herself, isabel lovelace. trying to like. convey who she is through the limited functions available to her. ]
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[ i'm sorry to say that this is going to continue until morale improves. (no)
also fixes my code i did this on mobile originally.
her profile comes up immediately after she enters her name, showing her designation. the things she's done (she doesn't really have any crimes, especially when compared to lucien - that bar is in the floor, though), who she's spent time with, where. the scroll of screaming continues, but - ]
N... L...ACE...
HOW
..ORM... BR..KEN.. NOW OV..RGR...WN...
T...E BY THE... OTS...
M..NY AS ON...
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um um. if her best means of communications is just pulling up profiles. what if she tries pulling up vash's? then callisto's. does the system even know to distinguish them? whatever, that's what she's trying. ]
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[ worms... our worm game?
the screaming continues. but then another section blacks out in the middle of it. ]
CALLSIGN: C..LISTO SAFE
MISS..NG? SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE
ANOM...LY DETECTED.
STOWAWAY.
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