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Time: 361 (high calendar)
Place: out-rift near Station Moongray

[Edited to add: NOTE: I'm flying back home tomorrow but will be keeping an eye on this move or any questions you might have. I should be able to resume normal GMing activities starting Wednesday. Sorry about that!--YHL]

[GM's note: feel free to continue to wrap up any last business in Move 2.]

Whoever is monitoring the Wasp notes that there are no major issues emerging from the rift into the target place and time. The visuals show strange energies crackling around the moth as it passes back into normal space-time. For days afterward, the energies' patterns haunt your dreams, as though conveying a coded message in a language you knew before your birth.

It doesn't take long for someone to notice your arrival. A transmission arrives from the direction of Station Moongray. The Wasp's mothgrid asks for your attention, and plays it. The message is given first in the high language, then repeated several times in other "low" languages: "Greetings, travelers. This is Station Moongray of the heptarchate, under the command of Administrator Nirai Paerani. Do you require an escort to the station?" It is accompanied by a local starmap giving coordinates to the station and the identifying information of a proposed escort, a non-combat research moth called the Butterfly Lens that has been patrolling the rift. The transmission goes on to offer succor in exchange for information about the other side of the rift.

[Players should feel free to discuss their response then, possibly, open communications with the station. The administrator will repeat the greeting message until someone responds or the Wasp attempts to approach the station.

Yehan will notice that someone has taken the task of translation very seriously--the heptarchate doesn't have the greatest track record in this area, but the low language translations are extremely competent, fairly polite, and convey a sense of eagerness for contact with people who can bring the station information about other times and places.

The Wasp's more advanced scan functions can verify the presence of the Butterfly Lens about a half day away and whoever queries scan will be almost certain that it only has the kind of light armaments that you'd use to defend against local debris.]
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"I'm going to request a transport," says Ashari. "Alaric, I'm going to need you to act more incompetent than you are and make it seem like you're not sure if something's wrong. Or that you're lying to me about something being wrong. That way, if we're caught on our engines being not as damaged as we say, you can act like you had business with or information you wanted from our escort, and then whoever is Captain can act enraged and play at throwing you in the brig for a couple of days."

"Sasha, is there a way that you can feed the virus needless information and chatter? Maybe you and Alaric can make it look like our comms and vocals are just a little frazzled and tend to cut in and out. I'll need it to look like that when I send out the response, too. To keep up the fiction."

"Kaliyan, I appreciate your concern and will need your utmost vigilance. If anything seems off to you, let me know immediately, even if it's might be nothing. As you said, better safe than polite. But requesting an escort seems to be the safest option when it comes to not raising suspicions. In the meantime, I think we should start on our way towards the station. Slowly."

"Yehan and Vermad, I need you to take a final look over the cover stories to make sure nothing is out of place. The accents especially are going to be tricky. I've been working on mine, but I want you to make sure everything looks good. Ask Sasha for help if there's any last minute records that need forging."
[OOC: well, as players, we have to invent those individual cover stories in the first place... I think everyone can make their own and then we can all help each other and throw in details where it helps. I'll make a thread for it here.]

"As for the project..." says Ashari, and stalks over to a large rectangular frame draped in white fabric. With unnecessary flourish, they whip the fabric off and let it fall to the floor. It reveals a loom with about a thick fabric woven almost a fourth of the way to completion. Behind it, some basic plans of the rift and a vast array of printed reference sheets are attached to the wall.

The loom's frame is transparent barely noticeable, making the unfinished fabric look like it's floating at first glance. The fabric itself is a deep, soul-wrenching black, with a few wild strands of white darting through it and at places hanging out wildly in a way that is both neat and deliberate, evoking the image of strangely organized chaos.

It took Ashari one too many hours and one too many curses to get what they wanted from the matter printer. Still, they eventually managed to wrangle the separate components out of damn machine and put everything together.

When they turn back to the assembled crew, there's a slightly manic glint in their eyes. "I also have a couple of pieces of embroidery, but I'm afraid they're in my room. I... Haven't done this in a while but I believe it's a fairly decent imitation of some of the minimalism circa this time period. I'm going for a more... ah... fashion-focused approach, rather than straight forward high art. One thing that remains true throughout all of time is that no one quite understands fashion."

[The last sentence there is a practically word-for-word quote from my fashion major friend. Hopefully it pays off..."
Edited Date: 2017-07-20 08:43 pm (UTC)
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"Aye-aye, captain, plausibly-deniable incompetence coming right-" Alaric stops as her words catch up with his brain. "More incompetent than I am? Maybe it's just a language difference but I'm sure that didn't come across the way you intended."
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Ashari blinks. "You realize that it would be suspicious if the persona you're going to be playing is as good as you are? So there's quite the possibility that you'll have to act... hm. Even half of what you can do could be too much. So just be prepared to dumb it down."
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Sasha stares at the weaving for a full minute. It's actually beautiful, not polite noises beautiful. Ashari knows what she's doing on this front, at least.

"I can't really fake bad communication while the lattice [Space Internet] is up. We could stage a grid crash, though. Clock problems are even plausible. Tell me when to start."

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"Would it be better to do that before or after I send a response?"
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From: [personal profile] zuhrovet
"Before, I think: that way you'll sound justifiably frazzled. I can send a brief report to the virus just as the system seems to come back up."

Re: Ashari's plans - faking the grid crash

Date: 2017-07-22 03:01 am (UTC)
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"Right, I've sorted out a mechanism for the supposed crash. We need to kill all non-essential grid functions and then record some chatter to feed the virus. I'm figuring part of my fake explanation is enough? Sooner is better, but tell me when you're ready."

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