Event Post

[thats-not-data.livejournal.com]

A signal, originating from the 8th floor and lasting for a couple of seconds, has just passed through the bar. It might possibly disrupt any computerized apparatus that happens to be present and operating in Milliways.

Also, those with excellent hearing might hear two heavy objects hit the floor simultaneously upstairs.

[OOC: Taggable for reactions. See this back room post for more information.]

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[source_fairy]

Sirona stares at the screen of her little Sony Vaio.

Nothing.

Hours of work just gone to the big bit bucket in the sky.

Work, in that case, meaning 'coding in ~ATH', which increases the suckitude by factor n.

That had to have been an EMP or something. Who the hell let off EMPs in a damn bar??

She tried turning it on again, and gratefully, it did, against her expectation.

So it was only the work since her last save that was lost. Starting to look for what exactly that point was, she was soon engrossed again and dismissed the idea of going to Security to complain.-

[a1enzo]

Enzo, halfway across the room on his way to do some stable work, sways and stumbles.

He can't receive signals the same way Bob can, but he's a Guardian, which means he possesses a crude danger sense, at least when the danger is digital.

Something is wrong.

[fowl_beast]

In the bar below, a chicken is talking to an angel.

"She is some sort of shoebox dressed up like a human. I think I've heard it called a holo-" The chicken is interrupted by a buzzing sound coming from the woman behind him. Before he can turn around completely, she turns transparent revealing a shoebox sized metal box supended in the air. She becomes opaque again, but does not appear as she did before. Different face, different clothes, different haircut.

She gives the chicken and the bar in general a wild, confused look. "Where am I?"

[prob-japanese.livejournal.com]

There is a human-sized yellow-and-chrome robot in the rafters, practicing leaping from one to the next and flipping around the third when the signal rips through. And then, in a tone that any player of the Wolfenstein videogames would recognize:

"Mein leben!!!"

WHUMP.


"... it's okay, Ray, the table broke the fall," emits weakly from where the robot fell.

Bumblebee's going to stagger off and find somewhere to hold his head for a moment. He wasn't expecting that.

[hallelujahpilot]

"...FUCK!"

Trudy's holographic keyboard has vanished. And, more importantly, her screen is black.

Which means all of her work as gone poof into electronic death, because someone forgot to save.

Please be ignoring the swearing from her corner of the bar, folks.

[justdyedit.livejournal.com]

"Ah hell!" Jessica exclaims as her PDA's screen skips and goes static for a second before rebooting. There goes her report on the Epsiloni cell in Vegas, maybe next time she won't write it up on a touch screen device. Did this thing autosave?