Lieutenant Ari Tayrey (
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come_sailaway2023-10-29 01:46 pm
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I'll send an SOS to the world
Who: Everyone who wants to!
What: Messages for the outside, NOVEMBER PLOT
When: Mid-October onwards
Where: By Phil's signpost, the lounge, Ari's cabin
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed
Notes: Credit to Batya for the first prompt!
1. Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
A day or two after the signpost goes up, a small table shows up next to it, with a large blank notebook from Sundries. It has been labeled on the front, in careful printing: MAIL CALL.
A nearby note, in the same printing, reads:
2. Only hope can keep me together
In the second half of October, Ari will be in the lounge and other communal areas with her laptop. Anyone who passes by, whether she knows them well or not, will be asked to help her with a project. She doesn't want anyone to be forgotten, she says. She wants a record, because existence is so uncertain. Her injury made her value the people here on the ship more, she'll say, - and the bandage still around her head might speak to that. She encourages people to let her make a recording of them, talking about themselves.
'We can do it however you like,' she'll say. 'Flatvid, looking direct into the camera, or I can activate the holorecorders, give you your own holovid. If you don't know what to say, I'll ask questions. Please?' Are you really going to turn down the earnest young Tradeliner?
3. Sendin' out an SOS
Late in October, Ari calls a meeting of her co-conspirators. She gives them each a different time to arrive at her cabin, so the first arrivals will get to spend time helping with video editing or rocket construction while they await the others. There's time for private chat - but when everyone who decided to come along should be there, discussion begins in earnest.
[ooc: prompts divided up below for organisational purposes; contact me or Batya if you'd like to do something different!]
What: Messages for the outside, NOVEMBER PLOT
When: Mid-October onwards
Where: By Phil's signpost, the lounge, Ari's cabin
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed
Notes: Credit to Batya for the first prompt!
1. Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
A day or two after the signpost goes up, a small table shows up next to it, with a large blank notebook from Sundries. It has been labeled on the front, in careful printing: MAIL CALL.
A nearby note, in the same printing, reads:
If you could send a message back home, or onward to the next place you want to go, what would it say? Write it here for posterity.Pens and markers are available, in a tall cup scavenged from the buffet table.
2. Only hope can keep me together
In the second half of October, Ari will be in the lounge and other communal areas with her laptop. Anyone who passes by, whether she knows them well or not, will be asked to help her with a project. She doesn't want anyone to be forgotten, she says. She wants a record, because existence is so uncertain. Her injury made her value the people here on the ship more, she'll say, - and the bandage still around her head might speak to that. She encourages people to let her make a recording of them, talking about themselves.
'We can do it however you like,' she'll say. 'Flatvid, looking direct into the camera, or I can activate the holorecorders, give you your own holovid. If you don't know what to say, I'll ask questions. Please?' Are you really going to turn down the earnest young Tradeliner?
3. Sendin' out an SOS
Late in October, Ari calls a meeting of her co-conspirators. She gives them each a different time to arrive at her cabin, so the first arrivals will get to spend time helping with video editing or rocket construction while they await the others. There's time for private chat - but when everyone who decided to come along should be there, discussion begins in earnest.
[ooc: prompts divided up below for organisational purposes; contact me or Batya if you'd like to do something different!]
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A distinct four-dimensional space. Technically a mechanical clock is one, hence the problem.
"It does strike me how much culture shapes customs. Even things like honoring the dead...y'all travel through many systems, of course you need language that reflects it. But we've got other questions to hike through so, Valks. The name their mother calls them is Task Force: VALKYRIE. They're my mortal government's monster hunters, or they were. Major spookshow, but like most government agencies their bark is way worse than their bite. My people are in bed with them out of political necessity these days."
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The rest of it? She is trying her best with the cultural difference, but her eyes do widen at the notion of Erin's people being in bed with government agents. (Partnership contracts between families to seal inter-Company deals are very much a thing where she's from, even if the bedding is usually optional.) Tayrey's view of Earther government agencies is also somewhere between "waste of money" and "scarily oppressive" but at least she knows enough by now to surmise that view isn't exactly what Erin is trying to indicate.
'They hunt monsters and ghosts, and you're imagining that if your message did get back to your Earth, they'd intercept it. Which means- ah!' Her eyes light up for a moment, pleased she made the connection. 'You'd also be worried about the Freehold doing the same. Lords Unbidden. Winter.'
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