CONNECTING... [ OPEN COMMS LINE | circling olympus ]

[unplug]

[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.]

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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.

Comments

[ambidextrosity]

Looked like somebody took apart your original matrixes then put em together with shit for seams

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.

[lostsoldier]

not just AIs
copies
faces
from our original matrixes

and headaches

[ambidextrosity]

That doesnt sound so bad
maybe.

Guess it depends on your headache.

you puke you see some stars? nobody got brain damage beside the girl, yah?

[lostsoldier]

not that I saw

[ 'do you have more brain damage than previously' isn't something he has much of a gauge for. but, not catatonic: check. ]

ears ringing too
hard to concentrate
seeing things

[ambidextrosity]

Huh.

sounds like war dreams.

[lostsoldier]

war dreams?

[ambidextrosity]

Yes. sometimes people will see some shit, you know.

a lot of the time it's kids. but it could be anything. Machines get your leg. fires. the fields.

Gets in your head and comes out in your sleep. a man doesn't think right anymore. Sometimes takes a man from the Grid into the Temple.

[lostsoldier]

[ well that doesn't sound familiar at all ]

like that

different too
not random
like they were trying to get you to do something

[ambidextrosity]

[No DSM-5 in this world; Horse uses the language she knows, is all.]

mmmm

I got that impression.
seemed almost random tho

No clean map to the hoard of stolen babis

[lostsoldier]

no

you'd think they'd have enough already

[ambidextrosity]

oracle keeps dicking both sides like this, its no surprise she's almost died twice eh

[lostsoldier]

you don't trust her?

[ambidextrosity]

Don't trust no one i don't know

but she's changed faces a few times.
And people i drank with are dead.