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Who: Dumb jerks with amnesia
Where: A dumb spaceship in space
When: Day 02

[YESTERDAY SUCKED maybe today will suck marginally less???]

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[ The Tactical Officer stumbles out— it's clear he was leaning against the door for that conversation, straining against it even though he knew someone was on the other side. A step or two and he rights himself, and he looks up, daring him to say anything.

At least the anger in his voice as simmered down. Looks like he's relieved to be let out. ]

Finally. Exactly how long was I shut away?

[ No watches in the airlock ]

I don't know. When did you go in there?

If I knew, I wouldn't waste your time asking. It's where I woke up.

Well, when did you go to sleep? I haven't seen you since yesterday...

The evening, sometime after dinner. So you're saying it's been a day.

...

Did anybody ask you to vote for anything while you were in there?

No one kindly came over and slipped in a voter's ballot. What kind of question is that?

...Something really messed up happened. The captain was badly hurt.

Shit. Who the hell did that?! Why was I stuck in there, rather than whichever asshole did the deed?

Nobody knows. We think somebody might have hacked the computer.

Actually... whoever it did mentioned you. They said since you were the least popular, you didn't get to participate.

And they assured that by locking me in the fucking airlock? That sounds less like some asshole hacker with a clever backdoor in and more like someone here.

Could be both. They filled the ship with some kind of knockout gas and tied Charming to the engine. The rest of us woke up in the rec room.

That cinches it, doesn't it? Just a matter of dragging the right bastard out. This place have security videos?

[ Starting to stride off to check the possible security videos, clearly expecting to be followed, since he's continuing to address him as he walks ]

Edited 2016-10-27 05:49 (UTC)

[Welp. Following along, then.]

The computer hasn't been helpful. It's not talking anymore; you have to go mess around on the console.

Time to find out to what degree I'm tech-illiterate then, isn't it?

[ TIME TO LOOK AT THE COMPUTER CONSOLE. as long as it's not a DOS prompt and it's modern, he can handle it. ]

[No, it's fairly user friendly and has a touch screen and lots of documentation.]

There are a lot of records missing. Shield and I couldn't find anything to show what happened.

[ cool being from post-cyberpunk land with mad scientist bro and dad is helping

though not that much with all the data missing. little frustrated growl and he kicks at a desk leg, impatient. ]

Is this thing hooked up to the AR network? Search a way to restore all the missing shit.

[nope, no clue what that means]

I don't know? You could give it a try.

Fine.

[ GONNA OPEN UP A BROWSER TO ATTEMPT AN INTERNET SEARCH-- restoration of deleted data. tech wizardry. ]

[There is no internet, though the computer helpfully opens up some information about the attempts it is already making to recover lost and corrupted data. It seems entirely unclear about how long this will take, however, the numbers fluctuating wildly.]

[Carne watches over his shoulder.]

I think it's because it's been physically damaged. I had it make me a kit to start on some repairs.

[ ghh out of his depth. he can follow the basics but absolutely no way he can help it along. ]

Tch. Yeah, I won't be getting anything out of it this way.

[ Spins around in his chair, sulking. ]

[sighs, a little disappointed in spite of himself]

You hungry at all? I could go for a bite to eat.

After being locked in there? Hell yes.

Come on. I found some things that are actually kind of tasty in the food machine.

No need to aim that high, edible is at the top of the priority list.