002 - The Stargazing Meme

[aflockofmemegulls]

the stargazing meme

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oo2. reply to others in character
oo3. use the rng and enter 1-10
oo4. play out what happens—anything goes!
oo5. profit? oh yeah!

prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

Nola Barlow - OC

[checkyourpulse]

9

[buttsoupbarnes]

[Another bright starry night, another boring evening hanging out with one of his friends. After a moment of gazing up at the night sky, Troy had decided he would start educating her on his vast knowledge of the constellations. Okay, it wasn't that deep at all, but it filled the otherwise silent air quite nicely]

Y'see, that's the Big Dipper right there.

[He pointed toward the sky, tracing the shape of the constellation with his finger]

It's easy to find because it's always right above those four stars there. They're called the Celestial Gravy Bowl.

[Troy took a moment to ponder the image of the giant spoon serving up some space gravy. It probably tasted awesome.]

[checkyourpulse]

[Troy wasn't exactly a brainiac, but damn. The dude could always make her laugh! It's not like she hung out with him for his wisdom and knowledge, anyway. Definitely the jokes. Even the unintentional ones.]

Is that the technical term? Where's the mashed potato nebula?

[See? This is why they're friends. They both spend a lot of time thinking about space food. Oh man, space food.] ... Dammit, I'm starving.

10

[for_we_are_many]

[The Perseus Veil, Rannoch, is much too far from here for even the most powerful ground-based telescope to pick up, and yet it is in that direction that Legion swings the device all the same, visual input training onto that portion of space in which the geth lie. It is known, calculated, understood that what few rays of light do travel from Tikkun to here are old, old enough that what they would perceive, could they somehow glean more information from those scant few protons, the few bounced off Rannoch and sent here, would show no sign of geth. It is a span of time easily quantified but difficult to qualify. It is before. The span of time between then and now is as empty and isolating as the span of space between here and there. They are Legion, they are thousands, but more wait at the crossing of there and now. Legion does not bother to look for them, but for a long time it stands still, statue still, dead still, alive only in it's hardware, in consensus, in learning and deciding.]

[checkyourpulse]

Hey.... hey, uh-- ... buddy? [Did this guy fall off the bus to comicon or what? If he did, then he's a nerd in need. Helping people is kind of her job.] Whatcha lookin' at?

[for_we_are_many]

[Legion turns its body with a whirring of hardware, head-facsimile tilting to one side to indicate attention, the flaps on the sides and top of its head-structure raising to express something akin to a surprised inclination of eyebrows.]

We are considering distances.

[checkyourpulse]

Woah. [That is an incredibly detailed costume. OR! That is an actual robot.]

... Between what and what?

[for_we_are_many]

[Legion raises its hands, three-fingered in imitation of the Creators, and spreads them. Here and here.]

Times. Stars. Planets. Species. Individuals. We do not understand how organics can function in isolation, without consensus.

10 KJ AU GO??

[magnets]

Yo, check it.

[ He says seriously, gesturing to the hunk of junk they dug out of some backwards dumpster somewhere; a real treat, even with the offending BL/ind logo smeared across the side. Whatever, it works and that's all that matters, even with the sprinkles of cracks across the lens, the fucked up way you gotta squint your eyes to make out anything of worth. ]

[ Jesse gestures with the beer in his hand, eyebrows carefully sketching upwards in a knowing way. ] Think I spotted Uranus.

[ This is serious work they do. ]

AAAAAAH YES

[checkyourpulse]

[Do not laugh-- Don't laugh! You'll only encourage him. She tries to suppress the grin as she pushes up out of the salvaged, threadbare lawn chair to investigate.]

Now, I'm no expert on celestial bodies, but I'm pretty sure your pronunciation's just a smiiiidge off. [Oh-- oh no, she lost it. There's the grin.] It's a miracle you can see anything at all up there tonight, let alone with this thing. Move over! Outtathaway!

[magnets]

[ Ha HAAA, success. The grin gets one in return, wrapped around the beer bottle as he takes a swig and holds the end of the telescope, not passing it over yet. ]

Nah, see, my pronunciation's the bomb. Ya got it all twisted up. That's what I'm here for; I know the planets like the back of my hand. [ Now place bets on whether he can even name all of them. ] Alright, alright, Jesus - [ Passing the telescope lens on over. ]