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17th-Aug-2010 11:10 am(no subject)
[In a very, very panicked voice that really shouldn't belong to a Vulcan, T'Pol jumps on the network to babble through a new discovery.]

I found a book on the - it's reflectivity, mirrors will destroy them. Frighten them. It's unclear; but it is the only solution. We must find a way ti raise the albedo of the ship's hull - there must be a way to--

[And she cuts it off, heading for the engine room to see what she can do.]
I think of all these things
16th-Aug-2010 01:13 pm(no subject)
I can't - this has to stop, right? It can't just keep coming, it's going to stop. There's a way to stop this, isn't there? What the hell happened to those logs? Doesn't it say anything about this? There's got be some record to tell us what to do!

How - how do you fight mist?
15th-Aug-2010 09:47 pm(no subject)
[And night has finally fallen again; all the lights aboard the ship have dimmed, and the last fog has rolled in just about everywhere. This is Rox's time; all that's left to feel is terror. Better figure out how to get rid of them fast, or hurtling into the sun might be preferable.]
14th-Aug-2010 11:32 pm(no subject)
[A short while past dusk, T'Pol's nose can't take the scent of rotting anymore.] The bowling alley is no longer safe; I'm lifting its quarantine. Has the shuttlebay been permeated as well?
Well I don't quite trust this
14th-Aug-2010 10:26 pm(no subject)
[The ship keeps revolving around the sun, and the sense of day continues; it's finally dusk. The despair has faded. Everyone can start climbing out of their hiding spots and dry their eyes, at least for the moment. Dusk has brought about Raspu's time: pestilence. What food is left on the ship has gone very, very bad.

Including the food in the bowling alley.

So much for relying on that.]
12th-Aug-2010 12:49 am - [voice]
This is Commander Crichton, returning to base. Farscape One is getting a little ripe, I need to dock for air and supplies.

[several minutes later]

What the- what is this stuff? It's even inside the airlocks! It's everywhere!

Shit shit shit, there's nowhere to go. I dunno why I even try, guys, seems like nothing I do ever works ... [voice trails off into static, then comm goes dead]
11th-Aug-2010 09:16 pm - [written]
[If Ishbel had figured out the voice thing, you would be treated to a high pitched and panicked and a little terrified voice. But thankfully you are saved from that and instead you get a shakily written message instead.]

I know what this is.

It's the Timekeepers.

Gods help us.

[ooc; First I want to apologize for my sporadic/non existent activity. I'm moving into a place on Saturday finally! And to explain a bit, Ishbel is from a land that's like.. next to one that got attacked by the Timekeepers. She knows of them, has never battled them personally has been holed up since the miasmas started, puzzling over this. Now she's sure. And.. yeah, sorry again that I fail so much.]
come back to me Maxel
11th-Aug-2010 10:00 pm(no subject)
[Mid afternoon: if anyone managed to sneak out of the bowling alley or the shuttle bay - or if they were unable to get their in the first place - they'll be hit with a wave of Sheol's despair. And if everyone isn't being diligent, they might not notice some of the tell tale fog slipping into the shuttle bay...]
10th-Aug-2010 01:14 am(no subject)
The bowling alley is still on B Deck; those who were affected by the first...miasma, or the second, report there. Those who have managed to avoid both, go to the shuttle bay. Remain there. Who has been left unaffected?
Those fuckers scratched the paint job.
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