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[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 ( Read more... ) -
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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? -
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[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.] -
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[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? -
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[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 ( Read more... ) -
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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 ( Read more... ) -
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[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.
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[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...] -
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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?