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[ Niall. Hates. Gadgets.

It isn't that he can't use them, he can -- was quick to learn and familiarise himself with human things as they developed.

He just finds them irritating. People pay more attention to their damnable gadgets than to where they are walking half the time, which is irritating, and insist on barely comprehensible shorthand. That, and he prefers a face-to-face conversation that he can be in control of. Where he can twist and weave words more comfortably than inane text conversations.

This ship is annoying. The fact that he has no idea how he got here is annoying, and he has no doubt the people on it will be even more irritating on top of all that.

Still.

The best way to go about these situations is to read up on the environment as much as possible. Which Niall does, quickly absorbing the information and sighing with increasing frustration. Promises, promises. Everyone can go home eventually. Aside from mysterious diseases and anonymous puzzles and suspicious deaths and screams in the darkness. Niall glowers at his device, then raises an eyebrow as he debates how to go about this. Maybe it will be a little fun after all. ]

Riddle me this, then. Over 200 people aboard this vessel who have awoken here, 2 original crew members and a person of unknown origin fond of red typeface who appears to know more than the rest of you. With strength of numbers in your favour, I would say it appears strange you are unable to disentangle this with greater speed. Perhaps a more strategic approach may help? Or a more intelligent one. Has anyone begun to collate trends, patterns, pooled knowledge and moved beyond generic reactions of horror? I'd hate to put effort into repeating that which has already been done. Screaming wastes both time and oxygen.

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Before I address your questions I should like to know your name.

someone who gets it

buddha fuck you'd think everyone here was a baby

hi i'm libby i'm a computer genius

we need more cooperation wtf right?

anyway

[An information packet, which perhaps surprisingly (given Libby's typing) contains a fairly sophisticated encryption program.]

that's not finished but feel free to use it for now

i could update it later

[ Oh, humans. You have the strangest, pettiest priorities sometimes. ]

While I understand the general desire to be polite, I must ask you this: If someone called upon you to help rescue someone from a potential hazard, would you dig in your heels and demand to know their name first? You honestly have the strangest priorities. Perhaps this explains the current state of affairs.

Of course I would not. But the reason I would not is because of time pressure.

You do not consider time a precious commodity when you are aboard a strange vessel where people have been known to die or fall ill under mysterious circumstances? Must have been quite the volatile place you lived previously.

Edited 2012-07-09 22:03 (UTC)

Sir/madam, are you going to perish in the next twenty seconds if you do not receive an answer?

I have no evidence that I will not.

Simply give a name.

[ Points for effort! And for not complaining that he wasn't polite. Really, some people. Still. He flicks through idly, for a few minutes, before replying. ]

The makings of this vessel are unfamiliar to me, so I have no idea if your self-classification of 'computer genius' is on terms I would recognise or something more. I shall take your word for it. Still, thank you for the information. Knowledge is power, as they say.

[ Then, almost an afterthought-- ]

Most call me Red.

[ Jesus wept you're a dog with a bone. A... peculiarly, stubbornly specific bone. ]

Most call me Red. Are you going to tell my fortune? Or are you simply hoping to cross-reference me in the horror sci-fi annual and find an embarrassing photograph?

hey red

yeah this ship is fucking wicked weird but i'll figure it out

that's what i do

[Politeness is for people who are idiots, in Libby's opinion. Also people who will act polite until they stab you in the back. Either way, she dislikes it.]

so! yeah knowledge is power and you seem cool

enjoy the encrypting sorry it's still shit but these communication device things aren't like anything i've seen before and that is just frustrating beyond the pale that is the only thing that is garbage here besides the fucked things that go down

ugh

I'm simply hoping to avoid having to refer to you as sir/madam in the future. Or, worse yet, "Hey You."

In any case, I have put out a preliminary survey to 1.) collect basic biographical data about a number of people here and 2.) try to determine similarities amongst worlds.

[ The way you type is annoying, Libby.

Niall idly suspects you may be more annoying in person. Good thing he doesn't have to deal with that. Maybe once his headache goes he can tolerate your totally hip lingo. ]

I imagine it is frustrating to be faced with limitations on something you are normally skilled at. Tell me, does your 'computer genius' apply to the ships internal systems? I imagine they will be where most of the answers we seek are located, since our little crew appear to be suffering a terribly convenient case of amnesia.

[ Is that a fact?

Good thing Red is a gender neutral designation. He will now carefully ]

I would not object to being addressed in such a way, given the circumstances. Still, since you appear to have moved past that now, did your survey yield anything in particular? Assuming you managed results at all.

Two hundred people aboard this vessel and just as many opinions as to which method and means would best serve us.
Some do not look to serve the ship at all, only themselves.

[Oh, Niall. You have no idea how right you are. It is horrible and Loki could tell you all about it. Libby: possibly the worst? Signs point to yes.]

frustrating?

lol

no fucking lollercoaster

frustrating?

this is some fucking idiot fuckery

k

so not yet on the internal systems but i have never met a system i can't break so just hang in there before i wreck that

No. The only conclusions I was able to take from it were that the majority of people on-board are human or humanoid. Perhaps it is also worth noting that a comparatively large percentage of people come from violent backgrounds.

[ Oh look, she got worse. How delightful. ] An understatement, I suppose. I stand corrected. In future, I will refer to our situation as 'fucking idiot fuckery'. Even if it is more difficult to get into the ships's security, logs and records and so forth anything even seemingly mundane might lead to insight. If nothing else, being able to get past a locked door would be useful. That, or being able to lock people in when they refuse to stop screaming.

All creatures are inherently selfish. Why do you give someone a gift? To make them smile. Why do you make them smile? Because it pleases you to, because it makes you feel good. Why do you save a person? Because you would feel bad if you did not, perhaps, so it makes you feel good to do so. Everything is for one's self, eventually, sometimes it is just less simply so.

[There is always more and it is always worse.]

it is fucking idiot fuckery

oh please locked doors are nothing

[Who is bragging? She is.]

i have an implant for that

no problem

and yeah i'm scanning the records

so what do you do

[ Dot dot dot.

Seriously, Edgeworth? You are making this easy. ]

So you have deduced that we have fallen into the bad part of town, as it were? I could have told you that from disintegrated corpses and screaming, myself.

[ Alayne's not sure whether she likes this person or hates them, whomever they are. The truth is a hard and bitter for a girl whose heart remains soft beneath all her armor, but she has learned over time how to swallow it down. (That does not mean she's grown to like it.)

Better to hate the truth than be blind to it. Wasn't that what her father taught her? ]

And so how do you look to inspire 200 selfish people to give you what you want?
Their cooperation, and the things that they know.
Not all of them wish to go home.

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Perhaps some do not have a home worth returning to. It is a fascinating vessel, too, after all. Still, even so, I did not state that my aim was to take anyone home -- did I? Is that a vested concern of yours?

Is that a fact? Well, sounds like you're on quite the investigative spree already. I do hope I'm not interrupting. I'm a little better with people than technology, myself. Well, when I'm in the mood to be. True of anything, I suppose.

what the fuck would i be if i couldn't do basic multitasking

[It's true. Libby can operate on numerous levels at once. Give her computer programs to augment that, and, well--things happens.]

rad

we could use a people person

talk to a guy named loki if you're interesting in an alliance

personally i figure strength in numbers and all of that

Edited 2012-07-09 23:00 (UTC)

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