[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the whole bloody ship so help me god.

[ An idle threat, don’t you worry. If she had been at full strength then she might have attempted to slip her way through the ship’s systems but as it is she can barely switch a light off, let alone override the hundreds of security precautions that would undoubtedly stand between her and an airlock. Still, the impulse behind the threat is very real: uncertainty and fear mingled with a desperation to check that she wasn’t going mad and dreaming this all... ]

unless this is some hideously unfunny prank in which case you can all go to hell.

bad form, you bastards.

Comments

[text]

[babbletechno.livejournal.com]

[seriously. so rude. and he doesn't even make a mention of the airlocking threat.]



[a few seconds after the first message is sent]

[ text ]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ the reply is instantaneous! ]

'no-one knows our situation'. then who in god's name is driving this dinghy.

[ aaaaand she ignores that last question for now. ]

audio

[statsraaden]

Well, I don't think it would help answer your questions, as there wouldn't be anyone anymore to figure this out.

[ audio ]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ with a begrudging mental flick Cambridge switches to audio to match the new voice. ]

Quite. [ her tones are short and sharp with a rich southern English accent that almost sounds a little fake. She raises her voice; the next bit is meant as much for any crew that might be listening as it is for anyone else: ] So if the crew of this damned vessel fancy maintaining whatever it is they're doing, they had better provide us with some answers.

[force-killer.livejournal.com]

[What even.]

Threatening the other people that just woke up will definitely get you every single answer you could hope for.

And if you're that good of a Slicer, couldn't you get the answer from the ship?

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ slicer? That had better not be some kind of insult. ]

what did you just call me.

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[jedimindkink.livejournal.com]

[ He props his chin up in the palm of his hand, frowning and still looking incredibly woozy and slightly pained. ]

Funnily enough, my dear, I believe you aren't the only one suffering from the unfortunate predicament of not knowing where in God's name you are, so I highly doubt that essentially threatening your fellow captives in such a manner is a bright start to these proceedings.

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ ohhhhh, Oxford. Did you just suggest she was stupid? Cambridge purses her lips and fixes the video feed a narrow eyed stare. ]

We can't all be prisoners. A complex ship like this won't run itself.

[habitformed.livejournal.com]

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ ugh what is this ]

this = makes you look like a provincial-minded little beast. do use your words.

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[maskiruet.livejournal.com]

the most anyone seems to have been able to figure out is space. which you've likely been told by multiple people by now.

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

indeed I have. needless to say I'm waiting for a slightly more informed opinion.

[text]

[circumitus]

would prefer to find out myself before being jutted out into oblivion. thanks.

[text]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

quite. so help me find who the fuck is in charge of the dismal little operation, then.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

What makes you think airlocking us will kill us?

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

the most basic principles of biology.

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[iamwinchester.livejournal.com]

How the fuck did you do that? [Mostly, Dean wants to know what kind of a person can broadcast crap like that without being in charge.]

And who the hell are you?

audio;

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ well this person is clearly not in charge. Superscathing bitch mode go. ]

Magic, darling. [ an unimpressed drawl. ] I'm the lady looking for whoever brought us here without so much as a by-your-leave. I don't suppose you know?

[ because no. She doesn't suppose you do. ]

( TEXT )

[unparental]

Not on a yacht. What did you do to my... whatever this is?

( TEXT )

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ we're on a boat, motherfuckerrrr ]

communications device.

[ if this was a voice post her tone would be THE MOST patronising: ]

like a mobile phone.

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[puppydogeyes]

if I wanted to read your stuff, I would've done. don't fuck with my phone.

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

good god, I hardly touched it.

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[of-two.livejournal.com]

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

and what exactly do you suggest we do instead.

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[anomalyse.livejournal.com]

could already be in hell. space hell.

[ text ]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

hellish, maybe. actual hell is quite doubtful.

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[in-three.livejournal.com]

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

you should see what I can do with a cherry stem. are you here to answer my question.

[ text ]

[starked]

unless you have an air tank nearby, something tells me you'll be dead too with your airlocking.

eight out of ten for effort on trying to be intimidating though. caps might have made it better, since that felt like a screaming text, ms. moore.

[ way to be a nice helpful individual, tony. even better, way to make her want to do mean things to your non-technopath self. good job showing how much of a genius you are. ]

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[mindsext.livejournal.com]

I'm counting on someone in charge on this hideous little operation wanting to step in and stop me, actually.

[ attention seeking, basically. ]

unless you are that someone. in which case you have three minutes to explain.

[video]

[eeyupbuck.livejournal.com]

[Derpy ex-pony who comes from a world with no cussing. But he looks friendly enough? If you don't take offense to Southern accented slow drawling simpleton language]

Whattsa bastard?

[ still text because Cam is being difficult ]

[mindsext.livejournal.com]

[ of COURSE she takes offence with Southern-accented slow, drawling simpleton language! ]

are you simple. a bastard is somebody who makes your life terribly difficult by imprisoning you in a space ship. i suspect this vessel is full of them.