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- tony stark,
- tony stark (1610),
- topher brink
VIDEO ☢ OO3。
Hey. [ HELLO, TRANQUILITY. someone appears to have found a razor since their last post. someone also appears to have not slept in the past... well, sleeping's overrated. connor's eyes are droopy and dark, and if the communicator could communicate smell, it'd probably be producing a intense odor of coffee. which is pretty much all he's been drinking lately.
off the side of the feed, there appears to be some kind of shifting, golden light—it's throwing cheerful, twinkly shapes against the walls of his room, lending a pleasant atmosphere to the feed, despite connor's obvious discomfort. the source of this light remains offscreen, but the mask is there nonetheless, sat innocently on connor's bed. despite telling abby he would... he hasn't yet locked it away. he can't seem to make himself do it. (it's got to be there for a reason, right?)
anyway. not the point. ]
Right. Couple of things. I'll try to be quick.
Jenna mentioned a headcount system last month, so Tony and I put our heads together and whipped up something to keep track of what numbers are in use at any given time. It's completely anonymous, so no names associated with the numbers—just that they're being used, which gives us a pretty solid count of how many passengers are onboard and using their comms, which comms are active, that sorta thing. It's obviously not gonna work on life-forms who aren't using the communicators, but this is a pretty good springboard. I heard— [ stalked ] —Communications was working on something a bit more refined?
If you guys need an extra pair of hands on that, I'd be happy to help.
And trust me, if there was some way of knowing what else is lurking on this big hunk of metal with us, I'd be all over it, but right now, this is the best I've got. [ he offers a small shrug, rubbing his hands together. ] We can work on triangulating organic life forms next, I suppose, but that might take a bit more doing.
Anyway, it's been up and running for a while—but I finally hooked up a VDT from the science department in medical to display the actual number, so you can check to see if it's fluctuated at all before or after this jump. No disrespect to the dead or missing, but this might... make it a bit easier to figure out if someone's gone right off the bat. There's also a subnetwork version if you'd rather check in on the go. I'm putting it up now. [ he reaches forward to tap a few keys, and a text link pops up. ]
I've been thinking. [ more like debating various distractions from all the crap that's been happening lately, but: ] If anyone were interested, we could start up a sort of... lecture series. There's a lot of people what are really well-read in their respective fields, and it'd be nice to spread the wealth. So to speak. So—the idea is, pick a topic you're particularly specialised in, and we can set up something in one of the conference rooms, or maybe a rec room. Broadcast it to the network. Myself, I've got experience in computer science, mechanical engineering, physics, and palaeontology, but I know quite a lot of other people've got experience in some of the same stuff—it'd be good to give everyone a chance to present what they'd like. Y'know. Variety.
I've typed up a rudimentary electronic sign-up sheet, so if there's enough interest, maybe we can make it happen. [ or something. ]
Right, that's it from me.
—One last thing, though. Stay safe, everyone, alright? I know weird stuff on this ship's pretty much a given, but... [ he sighs. ] It's been a bit weirder than usual. Let's try to keep our wits about us.
[ connor out. ]
off the side of the feed, there appears to be some kind of shifting, golden light—it's throwing cheerful, twinkly shapes against the walls of his room, lending a pleasant atmosphere to the feed, despite connor's obvious discomfort. the source of this light remains offscreen, but the mask is there nonetheless, sat innocently on connor's bed. despite telling abby he would... he hasn't yet locked it away. he can't seem to make himself do it. (it's got to be there for a reason, right?)
anyway. not the point. ]
Right. Couple of things. I'll try to be quick.
Jenna mentioned a headcount system last month, so Tony and I put our heads together and whipped up something to keep track of what numbers are in use at any given time. It's completely anonymous, so no names associated with the numbers—just that they're being used, which gives us a pretty solid count of how many passengers are onboard and using their comms, which comms are active, that sorta thing. It's obviously not gonna work on life-forms who aren't using the communicators, but this is a pretty good springboard. I heard— [ stalked ] —Communications was working on something a bit more refined?
If you guys need an extra pair of hands on that, I'd be happy to help.
And trust me, if there was some way of knowing what else is lurking on this big hunk of metal with us, I'd be all over it, but right now, this is the best I've got. [ he offers a small shrug, rubbing his hands together. ] We can work on triangulating organic life forms next, I suppose, but that might take a bit more doing.
Anyway, it's been up and running for a while—but I finally hooked up a VDT from the science department in medical to display the actual number, so you can check to see if it's fluctuated at all before or after this jump. No disrespect to the dead or missing, but this might... make it a bit easier to figure out if someone's gone right off the bat. There's also a subnetwork version if you'd rather check in on the go. I'm putting it up now. [ he reaches forward to tap a few keys, and a text link pops up. ]
» HEADCOUNTI've been thinking. [ more like debating various distractions from all the crap that's been happening lately, but: ] If anyone were interested, we could start up a sort of... lecture series. There's a lot of people what are really well-read in their respective fields, and it'd be nice to spread the wealth. So to speak. So—the idea is, pick a topic you're particularly specialised in, and we can set up something in one of the conference rooms, or maybe a rec room. Broadcast it to the network. Myself, I've got experience in computer science, mechanical engineering, physics, and palaeontology, but I know quite a lot of other people've got experience in some of the same stuff—it'd be good to give everyone a chance to present what they'd like. Y'know. Variety.
I've typed up a rudimentary electronic sign-up sheet, so if there's enough interest, maybe we can make it happen. [ or something. ]
(NAME, SUBJECT) 1. Connor Temple, Palaeontology OR Temporal Physics 2. Chapel Hill, Nanotechnology OR Basketball 3. Mike Ross, Literature 4. Topher Brink, Computational Neuroscience 5. Leoben Conoy, Yoga |
Right, that's it from me.
—One last thing, though. Stay safe, everyone, alright? I know weird stuff on this ship's pretty much a given, but... [ he sighs. ] It's been a bit weirder than usual. Let's try to keep our wits about us.
[ connor out. ]
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[ he's totally fine with this! ain't no thang but a chicken wing, bro ]
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Have you read Neuromancer?
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An... odd choice but yeah, I have.
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Sorry. First thing that popped into me brain. Can you remember the first page?
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[ ctrl + f's his brain AND THEN, ]
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. "It's not like I'm using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It's like my body's developed this massive drug deficiency." It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese. Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay. Case found a place at the bar, between the unlikely tan on one of Lonny Zone's whores and the crisp naval uniform of a tall African whose cheekbones were ridged with precise rows of tribal scars. "Wage was in here early, with two joeboys," Ratz said, shoving a draft across the bar with his good hand. "Maybe some business with you, Case?" Case shrugged. The girl to his right giggled and nudged him.
[ and that's the first page. he grins a little, proud. ]
Did I get it right?
[ he knows he did ]
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Oh my god, that's actually brilliant. Not that—I didn't believe you before, or anything—I've just never met anyone who could do that. You must be a fantastic lawyer.
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Harvey wouldn't agree but some days, yeah!
[ GRINS WIDELY oh that feels really good ]
I'm uh, glad you think so though. I was just trying to help a little.
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he echoes the grin, but with a slightly confused lilt. ]
Harvey?
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Oh! Uhm. Harvey Specter. My ... boss? Friend... ish. Thing.
[ wow how does he even describe this ]
I guess we're technically friends here.
[ the most fucking unsure ]
Uh, you'll probably know him if you see him. Has the same number as me, just zero-zero-one instead of zero-zero-two. Looks somewhat like a shark.
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This guy?
[ and BACK TO VIDEO: ]
Somewhat?
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Yeah, that's him. I was trying to be nice about it.
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Well, look on the bright side. At least he's... here?
[ you did say friends, right?
not that... here is a particularly bright side for any involved. ]
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Yeah, at least he's here. That's a good thing.
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Yep. Definitely good.
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Can do.
[ just gonna. change that. yep. ]
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Great. That's-- that's really great, thanks.