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2014-04-10 09:09

There was that sound again, the sound of a new message on everyone's communication devices. After conversing with some of the scientists, they let him have access to the entire Fleet's communication system so the message would reach beyond the civilian network.

The text read,
Here is the cure
Please listen along
You'll feel better
Once you hear this song

A song started soon after the text message. The instruments comprised of two guitars and simple percussion. If he had more time with this, he would have added more. That was okay; the music did not suffer from its limited resources. What was truly important about the song was the voice. Francœur's sweet and distinctive voice sang both the melody and harmony of the song. The trained ear may detect that, while the melody nearly overflowed with emotions, the harmony lacked feeling behind it. The virus that sapped him of his emotions made it difficult to sing the part, but it was necessary. With both voices affected by both viruses singing in harmony, the effects negated each other and it resulted in a cure to all that heard it. The song was tender and sad, yet full of hope.
( Cut for unnecessary lyrics )
The chorus repeated until the end. After the recording stopped, a pleased chirp briefly filtered through the message before it ended.

[ooc: Apologies about the delay. With mod approval, this message is the cure for both binaural viruses of the Bad Vibrations event.]

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2014-04-06 18:07

ja307020

[The audio in the transmission is a little crackly, probably the result of Tron fidgeting uncontrollably with the device.]

I have had no luck with system lookup... does anyone know of any way to restore lost memory?

[And his voice is wavering, on the verge of tears. Someone's a little virused up, though it might be testament to his willpower that he's let things sit this long despite it.]

Flynn. I need to talk to you. Now.

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2014-03-30 22:27

fuckinstoplights

... They say we're supposed to find ourselves a place here. A purpose.

And they make it sound so simple.

But... what are we do to when... we don't know what our purpose is, any longer?

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2014-03-20 17:18

gimmicky

[Hi, Cruxians! Recognize this guy? Probably not, which is understandable. Who even memorizes faces after one month? But still, he hasn't shown up on the network before... He's got a smile plastered on his face, shifting the feed around to adjust it to his liking. So those watching the link might be greeted to a somewhat tall, slightly stocky guy with curly hair, bursting at the seams with enthusiasm.]

Hi everyone! I know it doesn't look it, but it's me, Trailcutter! And look, no forcefields! [He even holds up his hands, curling and uncurling his fingers to prove it] Thought I'd test out my holoform, since I'm going to be here awhile, and sitting in the hangar can get old pretty fast.

REALLY fast.

[There's only so much he can take of Proteus and Sentinel, okay.]

Anyone want to go do something? Take a walk? Stretch the ol' legs? New legs for me, though.

( Private to Arcee )

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2014-03-19 20:16

tinywife

[Hello Crux Fleet! Have a Pinoko! She's figured out how to work the communicator, so this might be a little dangerous. Maybe. Pinoko has got to stop looking for friends in all the wrong places.]

Hello everyone! My name is Pinoko!

Since Mr. Quark opened his bar, and he has karaoke, I was wondering if anyone wanted to go sing with me? They have games, and drinks, and all sorts of stuff! It's no fun to go to karaoke alone, but if you don't want to sing that's okay!

[No guarantees that Pinoko wouldn't try to get you to sing if you went with her though. But you at least have assurances that she won't laugh if you do!]

Karaoke is two nights a week. Who is up for it?

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2014-03-19 18:05

newtralizer

Hey everyone! [this is probably said much louder than is necessary for the communicators, apologies for any speaker distortion] I'm Newt, I'm new and I'm in space! You're in space! This is the coolest thing. I never thought that I'd be up here among the stars and such, but now that I am, I'm pretty sure I just want to roll around in zero gravity.

Where are you guys from? I was last living on Earth, Hong Kong if we're being exact. I was born in Germany though, lived there for a while and also lived in America 'cause I've got American parents. Round round get around, right?

I'm a biologist and signed up for the science team so hard. Fellow nerds, hit me up!

Was this too much like a speed dating profile? I don't like long walks. Beaches can stay.

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2014-03-18 23:33

abtakha

[The figure on the screen is a slight, dark skinned woman, looking defiantly up at the camera. You might recognize her if she's served you drinks at Quark's club/casino. Or if you saw her rolling with a few of the Jagtooths on Sharef, on obscure errands of her own. She seems uncomfortable with public speaking, shifting her weight from foot to foot, but blustering through it.]

Guess I oughta introduce myself... Name's Cassiopia Suthorn, Junior Lieutenant in the 17th Recon, AKA Camacho's Caballeros. My specialty's infantry anti-mech tactics. We had some trouble with poor, batsierra Big Bee'eef Slabthrust back on Sharef...I'm surprised we took no casualties, really. 'Cause of that, thought I'd offer to anyone who wants to learn how to take down the tin cans that you can join me in my practice. Can't let you PBI get pasted next time a mech...or, uh, other gigantic...thing...decides to do some urban renewal. [Yes she just tsundere'd every infantryperson on the fleet] Anyway...That's all.

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2014-03-14 04:12

dreamermoa

Hi, everyone. I heard that there were...like....space-gangsters or something on Sharef. So...I hope everyone is okay. [She looks a little uncomfortable. She does honestly hope everyone is okay, but she wants to talk about something else, too. But is it appropriate to talk about it, when people might not be okay? She'll just have to forge onward with it. :|b ]

I was kind of hoping someone could give me advice. When we got here, we were told something about getting a job? And - I don't mind working! I'd like to work! But...I don't have any experience, or any skills. I don't really know what I could do.

[The worry is clear on her face.] We were told that we had two months to find something to do, and it's already been a month already. I have to find a job.

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2014-03-11 00:06

hastoburnthis

[Wow this is the first time she's even used the communicators...like, at all. That's an achievement considering it's Garnet of all people doing this.

She looks like her normal self, at least and seems to be standing against the backdrop of one of the ship's corridors, just chilling.]

So.

Seen a lot of you out there. And some of you are not meant to fight.

At least right now.

[Woah she's saying more than one sentence.]

I'm fixing that.

Those that want to train, you know what to do.

[Aka reply to this as soon as possible.]

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2014-03-10 12:46

norefunds

[Quark's been gone for a bit on the excursion to the Eye of Sharef, but he's back now and he's standing in front of a shiny new sign with his name on it.]

Despite some.... setbacks- [He clears his throat and unconsciously prods at the plaster over his broad nose.] -Quark's is finally open for business.

We've got games of chance and skill, [The camera pans to the shiny new game tables and wheels.]

Good food and drink, [And now to the bar top stacked with bottles and glasses of all sizes.]

Not to mention, good company, [Quark waggles an eyebrow at that one.]

And 'karaoke' two nights a week.

If you happen to be of the robotic persuasion you'll have to use a holo avatar to mingle, but I do have energon on tap and 'engex' is forthcoming.

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2014-03-07 16:31

law_and_order

Though Jonathan was separated from his home by a great gulf of space and time, it was not in his nature to shirk his duty. And one of his duties, as handed down by the holy Monastery itself, was the accumulation of mystic relics: medicines, electronics, gems, clothing, children's toys, office supplies, beauty products -- any convenience of the modern world, in short, that he could not readily identify or understand.

The problem was that the Teuberg was full of them. And all readily available for the right price!

Early this morning, the door to his room burst open, spilling his newly-collected treasures everywhere. A remote-controlled shark balloon, tubes of lipstick of varying colors, a multitude of semiprecious gems, hand lotions, socks, a horrible sweater with a misshapen turkey knitted onto its front, a small collection of shining metal storage discs, a fishing bait and tackle box filled with jiggly, soft lures imitating various types of alien bugs, packaged food (canned and boxed), and more all flooded out into the hall.

Jonathan followed shortly after, riding the small tide of trinkets to a stop a short distance outside his room. He looked uncharacteristically harried; a battery-powered toy that resembled a small baby fowl protruded from his luxuriant mane of curls. "I... suppose I underestimated the convenience that our local storekeepers afforded us."

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2014-03-06 22:08

ja307020

Who: Tron, whoever he runs into on his way to bothering his adopted User
Where: The import habitation block
When: Early Space-March, after everyone gets back from the Eye of Sharef
Warnings: Probable language, mild violence, and trolling

Tron had tried to be polite, but even his rather considerable patience had limits. Particularly as one User-month had blended into a second and he was still no closer to registering an actual function and starting to become acutely aware of the possibility of being stranded, as the Fleet's administrator threatened. (His actions helping with the situation on the Eye of Sharef he wasn't sure counted... he couldn't access any changelog that might have recorded the incident to verify.)

Sam was still, sadly, his best link to figuring out how this world worked. Therefore, he was just going to have to impose on Sam since the User had hidden himself away. He took his time-- the way encryption and decryption of locked files worked in the Fleet had been irritating, but he had managed to finally crack the lock on his own quarters without resorting to punching in the code, and he was reasonably sure he could reproduce the feat. Necessary, since he was almost certain that Sam Flynn, after his earlier displays of nervousness, was probably hiding behind a number of locks.

Ergo, Tron found himself out in the habitation block, headed toward Sam's last recorded place of residence, with every intent on picking the lock and letting himself in. He did have a peace offering-- Pinoko had finally helped him pick a bottle of what she called "liquor" that was apparently a traditional "housewarming" present. He wasn't trying to harass anyone.

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2014-03-02 01:20

crux_npcs

Who: Big Bee'eef Slabthrust, Eye of Sharef Defenders
Where: The Eye of Sharef
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: Language, violence, metal

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2014-02-25 22:04

crux_npcs

Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro

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[Okay, and cut to the action! A few dozen space bikers have just slammed through the walls of the station and have taken over! Auto-repair systems will keep the station from becoming a vacuum, but on-station security can't handle these horrible hellions!

How screwed are you? Are you more than screwed? Are you even capable of fighting back? We don't mind if you take control of some of the NPCs now. Protect some, party with the bikers, fight, whatever. But keep in mind that some of them may be mod controlled! If you've got a specific thread you want mod-controlled NPCs to barge on in, please make a note of it. Likewise if you've got something in mind and don't want us to ruin your carefully-laid out plans.]

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2014-02-21 18:51

crux_npcs

Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro

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[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.

I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.

For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.]

2014-02-19 21:28

tinywife

Who: Pinoko, Tron, Anzu, Tsumugi, and ~~The Great Thief Yatagarasu~~ Kay
Where: Sky Park to start with. And then the market for Shopping
When: After the second wave of new arrivals. Daytime.
Warnings: Pinoko is weaponized cute. More to be added as needed.

Pinoko had made calls to all of the people that she had made friends with the first few days at the fleet. She had promised everyone curry or shopping or both. And, well, in Mr. Tron's case, she had promised him food. She desperately needed new clothes, and the fabricator had yet to give her anything she liked. Or anything that fit properly for that matter. It was so frustrating!

So, she had asked all of her friends to meet her at the Sky Park. Partially because she wanted to look at it, and partially for practicality's sake. Tsumugi was really big after all.

For the moment, Pinoko was looking around, and avoiding the temptation to go on any of the slides. She would wait for her friends. She had already done a small circuit to see if there was any street vendors selling parfaits. (Or Swiss Rolls. She had mentioned there would be Swiss Rolls to Kay.) So far she hadn't had any luck. Hopefully they'd have more luck with sweets and clothes by the end of the day.

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2014-02-17 01:48

littlecrowgirl

[Hello, Cruxians! This is your teenage girl speaking.

The video opens up to show her sitting on one of the many 'benches' through the spaceship's giant hallways, bringing her legs up and arms around them, face almost uncomfortably close to the screen. ]

Hey everyone!

[That tone is already a little too overeager. When it's with a normal person, it's a bit odd, but something somewhat welcoming. However, with an Ace Attorney sidekick, it usually means shenanigans. How prepared are you all for shenanigans?]

Okay so like, I've been wondering something REALLY important since we got here. Yeah, yeah, we all gotta get jobs and help the fleet out. But -who- is going to keep track of our progress? Like...space progress.

You know, like--

[Her voice clears with a soft 'ahem', sitting up rather straight and dignified.]

"Captain's Log, Day 23."

[And cue back to normal.]

Stuff like that! Any takers? Because if not, I'm supremely disappointed in you. SUPREMELY.

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2014-02-15 11:59

black_swimmer

For the psychically sensitive among the Fleet, and for some of those just with open hearts and minds, the song comes in dreams and at idle, distracted moments. It creeps in at the edges of thought, the psychic echo of the whalesong bound up with loneliness and longing and fear. It's meant to call to someone, or something—father/teacher/elder/commander/god—but there is no response, and the singer casts the song out again and again over the course of hours and, intermittently, days.

One could try to reach out to that mental connection. In the surreality of dreams, the song edges into the earth and the sky, and the world becomes interjoined with a soft, shifting beach with whispering waves. Awake, the song becomes like a background chorus, and to let it in instead of pushing it away, the ocean and the glimmer of dawn on the water fill the corners of vision, as though waiting for another voice to call out.

More mundanely, one might triangulate, traveling from place to place to feel the strength of the song's psychic presence. It comes from an underlayer of the Teuberg's city, near the apartments for new arrivals. An equipment maintenance area has been retrofitted with a strange set of massive windowless metal tanks and pumps, churning through oxygenated pseudowater. In smaller but still rather large sets of glass tanks, fish and algae and crabs and snails and other marine creatures thrive in an ecosystem far too complex and robust to have developed in only a few days.

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2014-02-15 16:37

crux_npcs

Who: New Arrivals, Captain Jack Hollis, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None

When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.

The room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.

A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.

[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with.]

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2014-02-14 18:51

doesnotsimply

[[ooc: interested in both replies to his network query or in person replies in the park.

Since arriving, Boromir has been rather despondent. The vastness of the Teuberg unnerves him and to get anywhere where he is told things are happening he has to take one of these metal carts that the natives call trollies. The constant vibration makes him queasy and he does not find them at all pleasant.

While waiting for the powers that be to get back in touch with him regarding his application for military service, he's been filling his time with exercise and workouts. He's become quite the fixture in his neighbourhood with daily runs, and today he's doing laps of the park at the renaissance centre. Stopping by a water fountain for a drink, he ponders that though he's never been stronger or fitter (especially for a dead man, shudder), he hasn't engaged in proper combat practice or swordplay since arriving. He takes out his communicator from a pouch and painstakingly taps out a message.

"Greetings, I am Boromir of Gondor. Would anyone be interested in some sparring practice either with swords or unarmed?" He beams with pride, sweat dripping off him from his run, he was at least getting the hang of the written messages on this piece of sorcerous machinery.

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003 - Karaoke Time!

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