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adstring_npc) wrote2010-01-21 06:16 pm
adstring_npc) wrote2010-01-21 06:16 pm
{Unified Universe Project}[Accidental Video]
[The PCD comes on, tilted at an odd angle. It shows several in a big office: Andrew Johnson, Donna Malkovich, Bao Ying, and Chairman Springsteen. There are others hanging around, but those are the four in the forefront.]
Andrew thumps his fist on the desk. “I will not go back! There’s too much to lose! Let them go back as they will, but—“
“Like we have any control over the Animus.” Donna’s voice is just as angry.
Bao shakes her head. “Can you not shield over the inner city? We can also invite in those who wish to stay, for a short time. I know you have been working on—“
“No.” The Chairman gets up from his chair and paces. “We’ve been trying to find a way, yes. But it hasn’t worked yet. We’re affected by the damned creatures the same as the Outsiders.”
“We will lose everything.” Andrew is seething. “And we still haven’t found—“
“No, we haven’t.” Donna cuts him off again. “But does it matter? If we can’t change something… Though now might be as good a time as any to see if we can hurt the Animus.”
Bao’s eyes go wide. “It will backfire. And again, me and mine will pay the price. Do not do this.”
The Chairman snorts. “That’s what you and yours are here for. If your predecessor hadn’t—“
“Do not even mention him.” Bao’s hand rests on her gun. “I know you’ve lied about him. They found his journal. It’s in the Outer City, not in the Waste. What else did you lie about, Springsteen? While you and your wife hide cozy in your house, drinking and isolated, safe from the damage you cause…”
Andrew has visibly calmed, and he places a hand on Bao’s shoulder. She glares at him but doesn’t shrug it off. “We’re not going to let him toss you to the Samaren Outsider. And now you don’t have to worry about him if we go back. One way or another, you’re safe.”
Bao looks away and doesn’t comment.
“Well. Now that that little temper tantrum is over.” Donna gives Bao a very wintery smile. “I would rather hurt and have repercussions than be sent home. I vote we use it.”
“Seconded.” The Chairman sits back down and looks over at Johnson.
“Against.” Andrew folds his arms.
“Against.” Bao’s hand hasn’t left her gun.
The Chairman glances off to the side, at Anderson Miles. “The deciding vote is yours.”
Miles frowns and swallows. “Against. We don’t know how much it will backfire, and it could hurt us more. If we go home, we can always fix our errors.”
“Cowards.” Springsteen glares at all except Donna. “Dismissed, then. We sit and wait, like the Outsiders have to, even when we have tools at our disposal. Enjoy—“
[The PCD times out.]
[[ooc: Mod decision - Upon use of the device, the five that volunteer get an impression of being swooped away and awareness of the Animus. The Animus cannot be seen, but there's a presence. And it is Not Amused, though it's a little surprised. Then there's a rush, and all five come back to themselves with MASSIVE headaches, horrible nausea, and dizziness. These five consist of: Squall/Leon, Nel Tu, Akito/Agito, Alucard, and Ulquiorra. Observers can join the log seperately: http://community.livejournal.com/adstrngndumlog/408051.html ]]
Andrew thumps his fist on the desk. “I will not go back! There’s too much to lose! Let them go back as they will, but—“
“Like we have any control over the Animus.” Donna’s voice is just as angry.
Bao shakes her head. “Can you not shield over the inner city? We can also invite in those who wish to stay, for a short time. I know you have been working on—“
“No.” The Chairman gets up from his chair and paces. “We’ve been trying to find a way, yes. But it hasn’t worked yet. We’re affected by the damned creatures the same as the Outsiders.”
“We will lose everything.” Andrew is seething. “And we still haven’t found—“
“No, we haven’t.” Donna cuts him off again. “But does it matter? If we can’t change something… Though now might be as good a time as any to see if we can hurt the Animus.”
Bao’s eyes go wide. “It will backfire. And again, me and mine will pay the price. Do not do this.”
The Chairman snorts. “That’s what you and yours are here for. If your predecessor hadn’t—“
“Do not even mention him.” Bao’s hand rests on her gun. “I know you’ve lied about him. They found his journal. It’s in the Outer City, not in the Waste. What else did you lie about, Springsteen? While you and your wife hide cozy in your house, drinking and isolated, safe from the damage you cause…”
Andrew has visibly calmed, and he places a hand on Bao’s shoulder. She glares at him but doesn’t shrug it off. “We’re not going to let him toss you to the Samaren Outsider. And now you don’t have to worry about him if we go back. One way or another, you’re safe.”
Bao looks away and doesn’t comment.
“Well. Now that that little temper tantrum is over.” Donna gives Bao a very wintery smile. “I would rather hurt and have repercussions than be sent home. I vote we use it.”
“Seconded.” The Chairman sits back down and looks over at Johnson.
“Against.” Andrew folds his arms.
“Against.” Bao’s hand hasn’t left her gun.
The Chairman glances off to the side, at Anderson Miles. “The deciding vote is yours.”
Miles frowns and swallows. “Against. We don’t know how much it will backfire, and it could hurt us more. If we go home, we can always fix our errors.”
“Cowards.” Springsteen glares at all except Donna. “Dismissed, then. We sit and wait, like the Outsiders have to, even when we have tools at our disposal. Enjoy—“
[The PCD times out.]
[[ooc: Mod decision - Upon use of the device, the five that volunteer get an impression of being swooped away and awareness of the Animus. The Animus cannot be seen, but there's a presence. And it is Not Amused, though it's a little surprised. Then there's a rush, and all five come back to themselves with MASSIVE headaches, horrible nausea, and dizziness. These five consist of: Squall/Leon, Nel Tu, Akito/Agito, Alucard, and Ulquiorra. Observers can join the log seperately: http://community.livejournal.com/adstrngndumlog/408051.html ]]
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You're the ones who created this, supposedly. I would assume if you have enough decently capable people to begin a project like this in the first place, even if you failed utterly, you would have been studying behavior patterns, weather patterns, natural disaster patterns, any patterns.
Even the animus must have patterns. The least you could do is attempt to figure out whether they're telling the truth or whether they're capable of what they claim.
Among other things.
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We made the initial mistake. But we haven't been able to fix it yet.
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I've noticed.
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...But I suppose that's at least similar to what you're doing in regards to your volunteers.
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Nevermind it. It's unimportant. Just know that if anyone dies at your behest, there will naturally be consequences.
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