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CONNECTING... [ OPEN COMMS LINE | circling olympus ]
[The Real again.
You all have the same orders, or close enough. Forty-eight hour rotations for teams, twelve-hour shifts for every woman and man, five ships available if you include the two Olympians that survived. Formal crew assignments are less rigid these days, though some captains insist. Commissioned or not, your task is to find the ejected control unit of the Harbinger, which measures twenty by twenty feet, wherever it scuttled off to in the tunnels. Sounds big. Sounds easy— if you've never been into the tunnels.
The comms line is clear now. As your hovercraft floats its sensors and lights through cold darkness into the next gruelling hour, the chatter offers some measure of comfort. Young or old, chafed by habitual smoking or clear as a singer's, these voices accompany you through what was so recently enemy territory.]
OOC: This post represents casual network spam and navel-gazing while characters are on this mission! Your characters can participate while on-duty or between shifts. No plot action/modding will occur in this post unless otherwise requested.
The search lasts 1 week, and personnel determine early on that the control unit must have hidden rather than escaped all the way back to the Machine home base.
Additionally, an addendum about the fates of the Phoenix and Nidhoggr are here. Players are welcome to take rotations with the Shangrila instead, and play it loose with schedules.
You all have the same orders, or close enough. Forty-eight hour rotations for teams, twelve-hour shifts for every woman and man, five ships available if you include the two Olympians that survived. Formal crew assignments are less rigid these days, though some captains insist. Commissioned or not, your task is to find the ejected control unit of the Harbinger, which measures twenty by twenty feet, wherever it scuttled off to in the tunnels. Sounds big. Sounds easy— if you've never been into the tunnels.
The comms line is clear now. As your hovercraft floats its sensors and lights through cold darkness into the next gruelling hour, the chatter offers some measure of comfort. Young or old, chafed by habitual smoking or clear as a singer's, these voices accompany you through what was so recently enemy territory.]
OOC: This post represents casual network spam and navel-gazing while characters are on this mission! Your characters can participate while on-duty or between shifts. No plot action/modding will occur in this post unless otherwise requested.
The search lasts 1 week, and personnel determine early on that the control unit must have hidden rather than escaped all the way back to the Machine home base.
Additionally, an addendum about the fates of the Phoenix and Nidhoggr are here. Players are welcome to take rotations with the Shangrila instead, and play it loose with schedules.

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IF YOU'RE GOING TO SMUGGLE SNACKS I GET IT I REALLY DO, THIS DIGESTABLE GLUE STUFF IS PUSHING THE BROAD LIMITS OF 'DIGESTABLE'
BUT LAY OFF THE BEANS
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There's no point denying it now.
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A NEW LOW.
DID YOU BRING FANCY COUNCIL FOOD
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1/2 oh my god
2/2
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intense texting
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1/2
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You didn't bring yours?
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IN ZION
SO A SMOCK WITH A BOW ON THE COLLAR?
YOU WOULD LOOK LIKE AN ARISTOCAT
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P.S. We're out of coffee.
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Best ways to stay sharp for people under ninety-five.
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[ Funny, her sympathy doesn't sound very genuinely sympathetic. ]
Those of us who work for a living have had to get used to tea, even if it is a third-rate watery substitute.
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Next you'll be telling me I have to shine my own shoes.
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[ "Someone's" ]
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better say multipl throats
were all too blame
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What did it feel like?
we had A/V feed and you all sounded Very hungover and went to sleep for A WEEK
2 WEEKS.
what the fuck
what happened to you
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code kept moving around.
with a couple of AI modules actin pretty rude.
and you all freaking out a little more than you'd expect if it was Just that.
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copies
faces
from our original matrixes
and headaches
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maybe.
Guess it depends on your headache.
you puke you see some stars? nobody got brain damage beside the girl, yah?
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