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come_sailaway2023-10-29 01:46 pm
astrogator) wrote in come_sailaway2023-10-29 01:46 pm
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!]
For simplicity's sake, this is before the Oct excursion
[ Bastion pings the recording equipment, checking to make sure it's a valid recipient for omnicode. It wouldn't do to have the camera only pick up the audio channel and record their statement as a long string of unintelligible beeps and whistles. ] // Are you receiving?
[ Upon an affirmative answer, they continue. Ari may prompt them further. ]
// I'm a SST Laboratories Siege Automaton E54 Bastion model omnic, serial number D4C730AA78AD. I go by Bastion, E54, EFB, or Bash. I'm from Germany, on Earth, in March 2077. I arrived in August on the local calendar and have been aboard for 15 months. My best friend, Ganymede, didn't appear with me. He's a bird. My coping strategies for exiting my combat programming relied on him, but so far I've prevented those protocols from fully activating in non-combat situations and haven't been forced into combat.
[ That's a very load-bearing "so far". How long is it going to be before their luck runs out? They have no confidence that their humanoid friends - even Security, who's mostly inorganic - would even register to their combat protocols as anything other than an enemy, let alone be able to bring them out of that state. The only thing that gives them any hope at all is that several of those friends can shapeshift into animals. ]
// I was built in 2046 to fight in a then-ongoing global war against humans. We lost; the humans mandated the destruction of all Bastion units and banned manufacturing more. A few already-deactivated Bastions, including me, reactivated months or years afterwards. Most resumed attacking and were destroyed by human military forces. I would have, if Ganymede hadn't intervened. I spent the next 14 years exploring the region's low-population forested areas with him. Then I accidentally entered a human town, triggered a hostile response, and was rescued by a member of the disbanded peacekeeping organization Overwatch. He inducted me into a vigilante version of Overwatch afterwards as an auxiliary member.
// I miss nature. With the exception of last month's large quantity of dangerous magically generated plants, nothing grows here. I brought live plants from another world on board last September and they've remained static. The only animal that isn't a shapeshifted person is an evil crab the Captain made. However, here I'm friends with non-omnics who aren't afraid of me or interested in killing me for my participation in the war, some of whom have antagonistic relationships with humans themselves. There are a few humans with poor judgment who think it's cool that I've killed other humans. I was developing similar friendships with my coworkers in Overwatch, but I've been here much longer than I knew Tracer, Torbjörn, Winston, and Athena.