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| [ It's late, and Anders is up on the surface, face lit occasionally by the rolling crackle of the sky. But he's not thinking about this strange place called Earth, his eyes distant. ]
Has anyone else met someone they... knew in their Matrix, but who was extracted from a different Matrix?
[ He's fumbling with the question, not sure how to ask what he wants to ask and not daring to voice what underlies it. ]
There are other versions of us still living their lives. It feels like I'm ...
[ A pause, and he decides not to follow up with whatever point he was planning, sighs instead, switches the feed off and tries to work out if there's some way to delete the recording from the network. ] | |
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| [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. | |
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| Hello.
When I was extracted, I was allowed to bring with me some things. As far as things can be brought.
In this case, I have a few books.
"Books."
I hear their raw code can be good for trading so I am probably decreasing a little their value by sharing them like this but I don't think everyone uses this network all the time, so take them for that if you like. Or to just read. If you would like the "books" themselves in simulation let me know. I like them better that way too and I don't mind providing copies if you like to store/keep that kind of code.
Which is very strange that that can be done to paperbacks, isn't it?
Here is a little bit of a poem from a time where automobiles were the harbingers of the waste land. It is long so I will share just this small part that I like.What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. If anyone has anything like this (not just from Earthish places), I'd like to see (and can trade if you prefer). But I understand there are probably some rules about that here.[ Unlike, potentially, in Kosala. ]I don't have much more than what I have shared already but I hope you enjoy it. :)[ Attached are a few books, stripped from its digitalised form into a more accessible e-book type format pared down to the text, including the rest of TS Eliot's The Waste Land, along with The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling, some other less recognisable titles that don't break any fourth walls I hope, and the text of a wildlife encyclopaedia that seemed handy to have too. ] | |
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| Look. I'm just gonna go ahead and say it. But I'm only sayin' it once, and I'm gonna say it real slow, so all of you better clean the crap outta your ears and listen up.
I get that there ain't no money. Actual money. But what I'm sayin' is, if you ain't got nothin' to trade, why the hell would you go around wasting somebody's time.
Like, it's like common friggin' decency to bring with you what you got to trade. No, 'oh, whoops guess I left it at home', no, 'oh, it's in the pocket of my other crappy shapeless pants'-- gettin' it to me in a day ain't an option, I don't care if it's your laundry day, if you're waitin' for some big payoff, I don't care if you got twelve kids--that's your own damn fault--I don't care if you're fresh outta the tube. If you wanna buy something from someone? If you bring in your crappy little console, and you want it fixed up real quick so you can get your ass back to work, and you hustle me along and talk real big and then when it comes time to pay up, and you give me some sad sack story? [SLOWLY AND LOUDLY:] I don't work for free. Nobody here better be workin' for free, and if they are, congratulations, you found yourself a sucker. Charity is for suckers.
Okay? Are we clear? 'Cause the next idiot that comes to me askin' for a handout is gonna get it, and I don't mean free frickin' labor. [SIGH.] Jeez. It's like nobody got a brain. Workin' with a buncha stupid fleshy kids. Hardly even seems worth it...
[grumbling trails off into nothing.] - Tags:anders, benevenuta crispo, bucky barnes, garrett hawke, kate bishop, kitty jones, skye, william tsang, { crowley }, { lily cohen }, { natasha romanoff }, { peter quill }
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| How many of you had combat-training or -experience in your matrices? Call it curiosity. | |
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| [ This is one of the few times Wedge smiles sincerely: his usual smiles are tight-lipped, a facsimile. This smile, however, carries genuinely mirth, though still not open-mouthed enough to be considered a beaming smile. Instead, it's something easy, content.
The backdrop of the dock is eerily quiet, aside from the bright glow of sparks here and there. ]If you're receiving this transmission, congratulations: you're part of the crew of the Phoenix, and I'm your captain. ( [Static, then...] ) | |
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| A little fun for the unplugged among us. Name one thing from your Matrix and other people can say if they heard of it in theirs. Maybe find a little common ground.
I'll start: New York City. - Tags:anders, babydoll, bloom, bucky barnes, deucalion, emily finch, kate bishop, skye, steve rogers, { luke skywalker }, { natasha romanoff }, { peter quill }, { wedge antilles }
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