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Aug. 2nd, 2023 02:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a2brutusWhat's it like to dream? I've heard all sorts of things about it. I want to know how much of it is true.
I don't mind if non-humans answer this.
I don't mind if non-humans answer this.
a2brutus
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May. 21st, 2023 10:35 amsoftshoes(ooc: please feel free to threadjack around with discussion and info; yujin's npc thread with emerton for context!)
[Unlike his previous posts to the network, Yujin doesn't bother with a polite introduction. Things are tense, and half the team's already in the middle of an outer space firefight-- there's no time for idle chitchat here.
So, short and sweet:]
I spoke to Emerton after the gala. He has agreed to ally himself with us, and to help provide Zandr with the harvester access codes.
Before you ask, no, I have not told him that he was once a member of the Ximilia's crew. I ask that we continue to respect Viveca and Degar's wishes, unless sharing that information becomes absolutely necessary to the success of our mission.
[he hesitates.]
I am no fighter, and even less of a pilot. Aside from my work on the medical team, under the valuable instruction of our more experienced doctors, this is the most I can give by way of assistance. I pray that placing our trust in Emerton may tip the scales in our favor, and in the favor of this galaxy's safety.
[Unlike his previous posts to the network, Yujin doesn't bother with a polite introduction. Things are tense, and half the team's already in the middle of an outer space firefight-- there's no time for idle chitchat here.
So, short and sweet:]
I spoke to Emerton after the gala. He has agreed to ally himself with us, and to help provide Zandr with the harvester access codes.
Before you ask, no, I have not told him that he was once a member of the Ximilia's crew. I ask that we continue to respect Viveca and Degar's wishes, unless sharing that information becomes absolutely necessary to the success of our mission.
[he hesitates.]
I am no fighter, and even less of a pilot. Aside from my work on the medical team, under the valuable instruction of our more experienced doctors, this is the most I can give by way of assistance. I pray that placing our trust in Emerton may tip the scales in our favor, and in the favor of this galaxy's safety.
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Apr. 2nd, 2023 06:51 amrootlessly[The feed opens on the face of a young man who looks about in his early twenties. He gives the camera a little wave with his prosthetic arm. There's some obvious cracks in it. Vash, for his own part, doesn't seem overtly troubled.
Still, some practicalities need to be dealt with. So:]
Ah, hello! I've never done something like this before--I hope I'm doing it right, ahah. But my name is Vash. I'm new around here, and I was wondering if anyone was familiar with the maintenance of prosthetics? I might've damaged my arm a little bit before I was brought here, and my usual mechanic isn't here...
[He rubs at his neck, a little sheepishly.]
I can't offer much in exchange, but I'd be glad to help out with anything you might need! Thanks in advance. I look forward to working with everyone!
Still, some practicalities need to be dealt with. So:]
Ah, hello! I've never done something like this before--I hope I'm doing it right, ahah. But my name is Vash. I'm new around here, and I was wondering if anyone was familiar with the maintenance of prosthetics? I might've damaged my arm a little bit before I was brought here, and my usual mechanic isn't here...
[He rubs at his neck, a little sheepishly.]
I can't offer much in exchange, but I'd be glad to help out with anything you might need! Thanks in advance. I look forward to working with everyone!
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Apr. 2nd, 2023 09:11 amfaithfulskepticLet's say I accept the premise that I've been brought through unknown means to a space station at an indeterminate, extrasolar location.
[ She doesn't, but she's already got the sense that the argument isn't going anywhere. Also that no one cares that this is like, eighty different kinds of illegal. ]
Has anyone successfully met the conditions specified to change what they regret? How is that even possible? Is there any evidence that your actions here can actually alter the past?
If you believe it, what convinced you?
If you don't, but you're still playing along with all this, why?
[ She doesn't, but she's already got the sense that the argument isn't going anywhere. Also that no one cares that this is like, eighty different kinds of illegal. ]
Has anyone successfully met the conditions specified to change what they regret? How is that even possible? Is there any evidence that your actions here can actually alter the past?
If you believe it, what convinced you?
If you don't, but you're still playing along with all this, why?
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Apr. 1st, 2023 11:37 pma2brutusJust got here. Wondering how many of you are humans, since it seems like a lot.
Non-humans need not respond, unless you happen to be an android. In which case mind your own damn business.
Non-humans need not respond, unless you happen to be an android. In which case mind your own damn business.
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Apr. 1st, 2023 09:36 pmbigfootfetish[ In 1999, usernames describing interests are king and web 2.0 has yet to be dreamt of. This looks like a place to keep a weblog, and Mulder's not opposed to the possibilities. ]
Since childhood, I've dreamt of space. Who among us didn't, raised as we were? We grew up in the shadow of JFK's promise to take America to the moon, watching Neil Armstrong's fateful steps on minuscule TV screens, sitting in sweltering living rooms and imagining we were the ones clambering out of Apollo 11. That it might have been faked by Stanley Kubrick is beyond the point; we were kids, and we believed.
I've taken a giant leap for a man, let alone mankind, waking up in what appears to be a space station and not a sound-stage built by the Walt Disney Company. I see no flaws as of yet, no flies in the ointment. And yet I confess that I'm suspicious.
My concerns are several, key among them the possibility that I'm actually dying in a cave somewhere under the surface of North Carolina. That this is a distraction from the real work I intend to do, lunatic hallucinations designed to keep me from escaping my fate - but if my mind doesn't deceive me, this could be the case I've waited for. There's no denying that the bargain I've (allegedly) made is a strange one, threatening the fabric of time and space. And yet it feels almost reasonable: if I can be stolen from a hospital bed to the furthest reaches of the universe, why can't I intercede in events that have already happened?
(Merely existing here, witnessing technology beyond any I've seen in my dealings with Cancer Man or his shadowy colleagues, already continues work I've chased for years. I want to know more.)
I'm keeping a careful eye out for anomalies in my perceptions, anything that might lend credence to my null-hypothesis (digestion by way of fungi). I'm also on the search for a functional television and VCR; among other things, I've arrived with a handful of videotapes, but I have no way of watching them.
Since childhood, I've dreamt of space. Who among us didn't, raised as we were? We grew up in the shadow of JFK's promise to take America to the moon, watching Neil Armstrong's fateful steps on minuscule TV screens, sitting in sweltering living rooms and imagining we were the ones clambering out of Apollo 11. That it might have been faked by Stanley Kubrick is beyond the point; we were kids, and we believed.
I've taken a giant leap for a man, let alone mankind, waking up in what appears to be a space station and not a sound-stage built by the Walt Disney Company. I see no flaws as of yet, no flies in the ointment. And yet I confess that I'm suspicious.
My concerns are several, key among them the possibility that I'm actually dying in a cave somewhere under the surface of North Carolina. That this is a distraction from the real work I intend to do, lunatic hallucinations designed to keep me from escaping my fate - but if my mind doesn't deceive me, this could be the case I've waited for. There's no denying that the bargain I've (allegedly) made is a strange one, threatening the fabric of time and space. And yet it feels almost reasonable: if I can be stolen from a hospital bed to the furthest reaches of the universe, why can't I intercede in events that have already happened?
(Merely existing here, witnessing technology beyond any I've seen in my dealings with Cancer Man or his shadowy colleagues, already continues work I've chased for years. I want to know more.)
I'm keeping a careful eye out for anomalies in my perceptions, anything that might lend credence to my null-hypothesis (digestion by way of fungi). I'm also on the search for a functional television and VCR; among other things, I've arrived with a handful of videotapes, but I have no way of watching them.
