---> [PRIVATE] [DAY ONE]
Sep. 4th, 2018 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaultingdollyshots[LOCKED TO ACTIVATINGAGGRO]
=o hey there | i heard from radiostar o=
=o that me and you are rooming together on the station =o
=o so i wnated to say hi | and maybe get off on a better foot! =o
=o hey there | i heard from radiostar o=
=o that me and you are rooming together on the station =o
=o so i wnated to say hi | and maybe get off on a better foot! =o
---> ♌︎ [NETWORK BROADCAST | DAY ONE] 2
Aug. 27th, 2018 10:22 amradialstarHello to you, my newfound roustabouts - my companions - dare I say, my comrades in arms? This is your favorite greenie, Radiostar, speaking! I know you were just thinking of me, last time you opened up your fridge and saw that peculiar shade of green spreading over your olives, and what can I say? I heard you, and I came.
Don't worry, I scraped it all off. It's worth remembering, kiddos: mold does not have roots, and everything is always perfectly safe to eat, so long as you cut deep enough. Mold? Please. That's how we make penicillin!
But enough of that. We're not here to talk about medicine, or vaccinations, or the lovely pink hue of our resident water supply. No, we're here to talk about us. Which is to say, to talk about you.
You see, you've all applied, and been selected, for a very special mission!, led by our very own Overseer! Or, technically speaking, me - but that's just semantics. Now, you should've all gotten the mission brief already. At the start of the next perigee, we're going to have a very special event occurring: we'll have the Ascension of a precursor ship a few nights in, which we will be raising, but it's not just any precursor ship.
It's Her Majesty's Ship The Battleworn Triumph of the One Thousandth Ebon Veils. The largest battleship of the first incursion, and the first to be built entirely in space - not in orbit, kiddos, in space, by a hundred thousand drones, synthesized specifically just for that work. It's a treasure trove of possibilities. We've never been able to pull it before, but it's drifted close enough for the first time, near enough for us to just reach down and hook it, for the first time since it was lost, nearly two thousand sweeps ago.
Two thousand sweeps! Write that number down in your calendars, because your ancestor wasn't even slurry on a pillow at that point.
But more important than the Triumph, and anything on it, is what it can do for us. Y'see, Triumph was made to be the companion of the very first legacy ship itself, An Eye Towards The Whispering Heavens on the Edge of the Unconquered Sky. And that means?
It can call it up, if we can just get into the systems.
So that'll be our first stop of the week. Triumph is our little test run! End of the week will be our end game run.
Any questions?
Don't worry, I scraped it all off. It's worth remembering, kiddos: mold does not have roots, and everything is always perfectly safe to eat, so long as you cut deep enough. Mold? Please. That's how we make penicillin!
But enough of that. We're not here to talk about medicine, or vaccinations, or the lovely pink hue of our resident water supply. No, we're here to talk about us. Which is to say, to talk about you.
You see, you've all applied, and been selected, for a very special mission!, led by our very own Overseer! Or, technically speaking, me - but that's just semantics. Now, you should've all gotten the mission brief already. At the start of the next perigee, we're going to have a very special event occurring: we'll have the Ascension of a precursor ship a few nights in, which we will be raising, but it's not just any precursor ship.
It's Her Majesty's Ship The Battleworn Triumph of the One Thousandth Ebon Veils. The largest battleship of the first incursion, and the first to be built entirely in space - not in orbit, kiddos, in space, by a hundred thousand drones, synthesized specifically just for that work. It's a treasure trove of possibilities. We've never been able to pull it before, but it's drifted close enough for the first time, near enough for us to just reach down and hook it, for the first time since it was lost, nearly two thousand sweeps ago.
Two thousand sweeps! Write that number down in your calendars, because your ancestor wasn't even slurry on a pillow at that point.
But more important than the Triumph, and anything on it, is what it can do for us. Y'see, Triumph was made to be the companion of the very first legacy ship itself, An Eye Towards The Whispering Heavens on the Edge of the Unconquered Sky. And that means?
It can call it up, if we can just get into the systems.
So that'll be our first stop of the week. Triumph is our little test run! End of the week will be our end game run.
Any questions?
---> [IN PERSON] HMS GLORY
Aug. 14th, 2018 08:59 pmdoublezeroBehind you, the child's footsteps are near-silent, and if it weren't for the scuff of her hem, dragging on the ground, you wouldn't think she was moving at all.
The halls of Glory are vaulted, with ceilings higher than you could ever hope to reach. In the original cohort cycle, millennia ago, trolls had been taller, broader, vaster in every sense of the word. You've seen the marks on the walls. Some of the oldest ones had hit fourteen feet, without any sort of aide, and the ship had been built for them, from the length of the corridors to the height of the walls. In it, you're miniscule.
In it, the child's little more than an ant.
"Would you prefer to be carried?" you offer over your shoulder, eyes straight ahead. For all that she'd came willingly, glad to have a purpose, she's shrunk in on herself since then. When you look at her, she wilts. Better to watch her side-long, where you can catch the impressions of movement out of the corner of your eye.
"I would prefer my lusus," she replies, prim, and it's been so long since you were on the planet. Her voice's high and piping. It's still surreal, even after a weeks exposure to it.
"We'll be there soon," you assure her, and you keep walking.
It'd be easier if you had access to the trollies. But Radiostar prefers her isolation, and the paths here were never made for trolls to wander.
The halls of Glory are vaulted, with ceilings higher than you could ever hope to reach. In the original cohort cycle, millennia ago, trolls had been taller, broader, vaster in every sense of the word. You've seen the marks on the walls. Some of the oldest ones had hit fourteen feet, without any sort of aide, and the ship had been built for them, from the length of the corridors to the height of the walls. In it, you're miniscule.
In it, the child's little more than an ant.
"Would you prefer to be carried?" you offer over your shoulder, eyes straight ahead. For all that she'd came willingly, glad to have a purpose, she's shrunk in on herself since then. When you look at her, she wilts. Better to watch her side-long, where you can catch the impressions of movement out of the corner of your eye.
"I would prefer my lusus," she replies, prim, and it's been so long since you were on the planet. Her voice's high and piping. It's still surreal, even after a weeks exposure to it.
"We'll be there soon," you assure her, and you keep walking.
It'd be easier if you had access to the trollies. But Radiostar prefers her isolation, and the paths here were never made for trolls to wander.
---> [PRIVATE]
Aug. 13th, 2018 01:18 amrefiningspacetime[LOCKED TO ACTIVATINGAGGRO]
/ sipara / ! / are you busy right now / ? /
/ because / ah / i feel like / maybe the two of us ought to talk /
---> [PRIVATE]
Aug. 11th, 2018 11:36 pmiconicdisquiet[LOCKED TO ACTIVATINGAGGRO]
Oh, Siparaja~!
Didja know sepah means sweet, and raja means empress? (✿´ ꒳ ` ) So as far as this sort of thing goes, I guess it's just not quite accurate..
---> [PRIVATE]
Aug. 11th, 2018 11:35 pmiconicdisquiet[LOCKED TO SANCROSANCTSANCTIMONY]
Sweet empress, does a fellow just have to do everything himself? ┐(´-｀)┌
Happy-bappy, you were supposed to get back to me hours ago.
---> [NETWORK BROADCAST] 2
Aug. 10th, 2018 03:17 pmplayboymoneyso i ain't gonna lie to you dolls
i just signed onto this here program for a right laff
on account of the fact it ain't like i got diddly ████ else to do right now
and i was sitting here thinking to myself
oi mate what the ████ else do you got to do tonight?
absolutely ███████ nothing except be a ██████ online
until yer moirail notices in an array of pure pale ffection and ████ you right on the gizzard
and introduce myself
names dorset
if you ask my rail i'm a right ██████ but you know what?
he's absolutely right
i just signed onto this here program for a right laff
on account of the fact it ain't like i got diddly ████ else to do right now
and i was sitting here thinking to myself
oi mate what the ████ else do you got to do tonight?
absolutely ███████ nothing except be a ██████ online
until yer moirail notices in an array of pure pale ffection and ████ you right on the gizzard
and introduce myself
names dorset
if you ask my rail i'm a right ██████ but you know what?
he's absolutely right
---> [PRIVATE]
Aug. 10th, 2018 10:02 amactivatingaggro[LOCKED TO REFININGSPACETIME]
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb. you've been, like, blowing up my phone forn H O U RN S.
what's up? pls don't say yrn dying, i'll totes come murndern some fuckerns, but also, i am legit so tirned.
(no subject)
Aug. 7th, 2018 09:10 amradialstar[LOCKED TO DOUBLEZERO]
So, uh. It looks like you had a little encounter with my assistant, Overseer, and I just wanted to make sure -
She's a nice kid! It'd be a shame if she went and got culled, just because she went and called you ugly.
She took it back, by the way. Just completely.. walked it back, all the way to town.
♏︎ 1 [PRIVATE]
Aug. 4th, 2018 11:04 amvaultingdollyshots[LOCKED TO RADIALSTAR: HIGH SECURITY.]
=o mix radio | mix radio | MIX RADIO o=
=o i know you said not to call you unless it's an emergency | but um o=
=o i think this qualifies as an emergency | you see o=
=o i kind of | maybe i sort of o=
=o oh | fuck o=
=o okay | to be perfectly honest o=
=o it isn't an emergency | but i need help o=
=o please? o=
---> ♌︎ [NETWORK BROADCAST] 1
Aug. 4th, 2018 10:56 amradialstarAnd good evening to you, my favorite listeners!
It's radioStar here again, your host with the most, your favorite ghost, and - dare I say it - your best friend. That's right, starlight, I've got a gift for you, but at, at, att, don't try to look just yet! This is a moment of a lifetime, and we're just going to dra gthis anticipation out. Like a rustblood hopping out of a cake at your pre-handfasting party, we've got to wait for just the right moment to reveal what I am pretty sure is going to be the best thing you have ever encountered in your life.
Because what can I say? That's just what best friends do..!
Now, some of you might've heard the good news! But just in case, I'm going to share it with you anyway. So lean on close, starlight, so I can just whisper it right in your ear! Hope you don't mind the breath. I keep telling Dolly to lighten up on the garlic, but does she ever listen? No.
Overseer Akráia's set up a whole brand new expedition on our lo-vah-lee little station! Now, some of you might not remember where your very best friend lives, which - let me just take a moment to say - shame on you! Here I am, slaving away over a hot box to make you the best gift you have ever seen, and have you ever sent me a postcard? Not even once! When's my birthday, pals?
It's the sixth solar perigee of the second half of the sweep. There you go. Write that down on your calendar, and remember, lovely listeners, I like green!
Anyway. Overseer Akráia's set up a whole new expedition here on HMS THE GLORY TO BE FOUND BY REACHING WITHIN THE SUBCIRRIAN DEPTHS OF THE DIMMEST HOLE, or as we call it here, good ol' HMS Gloryhole! Are you a psionic? Are you a historian? Do you like ships, are within five hundred solar sweeps of the homeworld, and are interested in earning infinite riches, at only a low, low, low risk of impalement or incredible, gut-wrenching danger?
Oh, wait -
[DIAL TONE NOISE]
Sorry about that, sweet listeners! That was a mistake on my end. Are you here for the high, high, high risk of incredible, gut-wrenching danger that'll let you sweep every troll you've ever met straight off of their feet and send them swooning gently into your arms? Oh, dear listener, oh, they'll say, laying a hand upon your grizzled, yet undeniably noble laser scar...
I'm sorry, I just can't keep going. I think I'm swooning!
If you're here for that, then you should just go ahead and give him a ring. He's waiting.
It's radioStar here again, your host with the most, your favorite ghost, and - dare I say it - your best friend. That's right, starlight, I've got a gift for you, but at, at, att, don't try to look just yet! This is a moment of a lifetime, and we're just going to dra gthis anticipation out. Like a rustblood hopping out of a cake at your pre-handfasting party, we've got to wait for just the right moment to reveal what I am pretty sure is going to be the best thing you have ever encountered in your life.
Because what can I say? That's just what best friends do..!
Now, some of you might've heard the good news! But just in case, I'm going to share it with you anyway. So lean on close, starlight, so I can just whisper it right in your ear! Hope you don't mind the breath. I keep telling Dolly to lighten up on the garlic, but does she ever listen? No.
Overseer Akráia's set up a whole brand new expedition on our lo-vah-lee little station! Now, some of you might not remember where your very best friend lives, which - let me just take a moment to say - shame on you! Here I am, slaving away over a hot box to make you the best gift you have ever seen, and have you ever sent me a postcard? Not even once! When's my birthday, pals?
It's the sixth solar perigee of the second half of the sweep. There you go. Write that down on your calendar, and remember, lovely listeners, I like green!
Anyway. Overseer Akráia's set up a whole new expedition here on HMS THE GLORY TO BE FOUND BY REACHING WITHIN THE SUBCIRRIAN DEPTHS OF THE DIMMEST HOLE, or as we call it here, good ol' HMS Gloryhole! Are you a psionic? Are you a historian? Do you like ships, are within five hundred solar sweeps of the homeworld, and are interested in earning infinite riches, at only a low, low, low risk of impalement or incredible, gut-wrenching danger?
Oh, wait -
[DIAL TONE NOISE]
Sorry about that, sweet listeners! That was a mistake on my end. Are you here for the high, high, high risk of incredible, gut-wrenching danger that'll let you sweep every troll you've ever met straight off of their feet and send them swooning gently into your arms? Oh, dear listener, oh, they'll say, laying a hand upon your grizzled, yet undeniably noble laser scar...
I'm sorry, I just can't keep going. I think I'm swooning!
If you're here for that, then you should just go ahead and give him a ring. He's waiting.
