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Oct. 7th, 2014 07:44 pm
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[personal profile] spaceshipit
Please fill out and paste the following at the top of your in-character posts:

Who: Who is sending the message/doing the thing
Broadcast: What kind of broadcast element, if any (ex: Personal Comm - Wonderduck crew, Network - Unfiltered, None, etc.)
Action: What in-person element, if any (ex: Bridge of Wonderduck, Some random way-station, None, etc.)
When: About what day and time the thing happened, or message was sent

save_the_souls: (well then)
[personal profile] save_the_souls
Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Today

[Those who have been in the fleet awhile may recognize the set up of this broadcast. Allen stands behind a table in his clinic, ready to address the camera. Timcanpy sits in the background on a shelf, this time wearing a little fake mohawk. Allen's smile is as pleasant as anyone about to give a very rehearsed PSA, and the tone matches.]

Hello everyone! For those who don't know me, I'm Allen Walker, I'm one of the medics aboard the SS Blue Fish. I just have a couple announcements for today!

We'll be holding our bimonthly blood drive this weekend. The blood donated is kept for medical emergencies that require blood transfusions. In other words, we use scientific methods to help someone whose lost a lot of blood. If you donate, we'll gladly pay you!

If you're interested and are over the age of 16, please fill out the form attached to this video. [And what do you know, it's there] If you're interested in volunteering, please let me know. Vampires and similar beings need to be able to have restraint around blood and will not be allowed to sample the blood. The blood drive will be held on the SS Blue Fish, as usual.

And as always, there will be cookies to anyone who volunteers or donates!

Secondly, you're probably all aware by now that the popular past time in this system revolves rock music. Rock music is very good and can be very entertaining, but please keep in mind safety precautions when you are, um, rocking out. As in, remember to wear ear plugs if you're going to a loud concert or performing, don't wear any clothing that might be a safety hazard, and no matter how "metal" you think it look, do not set any instruments in use on fire.

That's all I have for today. I hope you have a good day, and um, rock on!

[He gives the "rock on" hand gesture, before waving to the camera with a grin, and then the feed cuts out]

[OOC: As usual, the blood drive will be handwaved! Thanks everyone!]
helladoomed: (Bored now...)
[personal profile] helladoomed
Who: Chloe Price and Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the asteroids.
When: Last week of the month.

[Fleetwide Video]

[Chloe is in her room on the Tourist, packing things into a backpack she bought. For those who remember Rey, there is a very familiar staff resting across the bed next to it. Chloe glances at the video for a moment. She seems...more subdued than usual, but not as miserable as her last post. Just distracted, maybe.]

You ever get the feeling you might be cursed?

[She says it in a kind of quiet, resigned sort of way, then just shrugs and manages a little smirk.]

Guess it doesn't matter. I don't believe in that shit anyway. [A beat.] Whatever. I need to get away for a few days, gonna go explore the asteroids for a few days. Apparently there are mushrooms all over the place. Who can resist right? If anyone wants to tag along just hit me up. Company couldn't hurt.

[Someone is going to go get high on weird alien mushrooms. Probably.]

If anyone on the Tourist needs me I'll have my comm but I'm not comin' back for anything less than the ship being on fire. If somebody gets hurt, the meds are all labeled. Go crazy. If you overdose and I find you dead in my lab I am going to just roll you out an airlock.

[That might not be true. Probably. Don't risk it?]

So. Don't fuck up.

[She shoves a couple more things into the bag and swings it over her shoulder, then picks up the staff.]

See you kids in a few days. Oh, and Jarvis, feed my cat huh? Thanks.


Prompts for the Tourist and then the asteroids )
mech_and_mutt: (Aw come on!)
[personal profile] mech_and_mutt
Who: Red Savarin and special guest, you!
Broadcast: Live, coast to coast
Action: The grand entrance of a new cast member on the Marsiva
When: Half past April 28th

"Come onnn...!"

Oddly-hurried footsteps followed the frustrated muttering on the video feed; those who glanced up as the sounds grew louder might have caught a moment of that bipedal canine- one fairly well dressed for piloting work, at that- jogging right through and past the frame before those sounds of movement hesitated.

"There's gotta be-- ah, maybe...?"

A soft, dull mechanical noise came through the speakers... followed by a wet, sopping plop. To those more familiarized ears, it sounded a bit like one of the food dispensers issuing out some of its--


Oh yeah. It was a food dispenser. And soon, it was Red rushing past the camera once again, his expression looking all the more frustrated on the second pass.

"Where're they keepin' the real food?!"
this_loser: (ahhh)
[personal profile] this_loser
Who: Prompto and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva
When: Currently

[He thinks he’s still in Zegnautus Keep at first. The bunk feels more comfortable than he remembers, but a slab of rock would feel like a heavenly pillow after being strung up on some weird contraption. It’s only after he’s been staring at a ceiling and not the underside of the upper bunk that it starts to dawn on him. This isn’t one of the dormitories tucked away in the keep.

He sits up, confusion making him slow. This could all be a dream. (Would he know it was a dream if it was a dream? Does that make it not a dream?)]

Must have hit my head…

[He reaches up to test the gash that had been sitting pretty near his temple. And finds nothing. Actually, he’s feeling pretty good all over right now, and isn’t that weird?

His feet carry him to the to the viewing bay. If he’s dreaming, he’s got a killer imagination.]

imfine1111one: (Not enough alcohol for this.)
[personal profile] imfine1111one
Who: Apollo and Whoever!
Broadcast: Yes, in A
Action: Yes!


Sent via radio broadcast only, but honestly, his voice is plenty recognizable.]

Um!! So has anyone else applied to those delivery jobs? If you haven't er. . .don't bother. I don't think it's normal to show up, and then just, hypothetically, have them shove a non descript paper bag of moss at you with a smudged address on an index card. T-that said! Does anyone know of any environmentally friendly ways to dispose of a large amount of rare moss? Asking for a friend.

[Should anyone want to bump into him, he's down on an asteroid, trying really hard to figure out where to hide this. Maybe tossing it at the back of a fast food joint?? Who the heck knows.]


LAWYERS HAVE TO EAT and pay nonexistent bills, so after former Questionable Activity, Apollo decides to take on a less morally ambiguous job. Pet sitting!!

Except the client has left him in the care of just. A really big rock, roughly just below half his size. It even has a jeweled collar. And of course, the owner insisted that he walk it. So, should you be taking a stroll on the Meston asteroid, you may just spot Apollo, trying his best to push a rock down a sidewalk, or is sitting beside it, angrily staring at it. Why this, why him, always.]

Maybe I should have stuck with the delivery service.
girlverine: (A moment of peace.)
[personal profile] girlverine
Who: Red Fish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Possibly in the comments?
Action: On the Red Fish!
When: From late April/Early May!

[Is it still a mingle if everyone on the ship is violent? Wouldn't that be a riot?]


Apr. 24th, 2017 07:58 am
delincuente: (my problem is my problem)
[personal profile] delincuente
Who: Alex Russo and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide text
Action: N/A
When: April 24th

guess what's gonna happen in seven days

[That's it. That's the whole post.]


Apr. 23rd, 2017 08:21 pm
monolike: (dam son this is some swank ass knowledge)
[personal profile] monolike
Who: SS Huntress and visitors!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: SS Huntress
When: as long as we're alive y'all

[do the mingle]
english_dignity: (annoyed - headscratch)
[personal profile] english_dignity
Who: Arthur and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Huntress
When: April 23rd!

[Arthur didn't actually remember his actual birthday, and he'd certainly never mentioned his unofficial one to anyone in the fleet, yet somehow, on the one day he'd stopped back on the Huntress to water his plants, there was a large package for him in the cargo bay. A crate with his own flag splashed over the top and 'Happy Birthday' scrawled over it in bad handwriting.]

How did they- I'm not opening this here.

[Shortly after dragging the crate back to his room, his device has switched on while he pries the box open, the lid all but jumping up as the contents absolutely jammed inside... puffed up. Arthur narrowed his eyes and peered in, staring at the contents.

Stuffed animals. Almost half a dozen varieties of stuffed animals. And all of them looking very, very British.]

Just what am I supposed to do with these?

[Picking one up, he finally notices the comm is on and gives it an exasperated look.]

Alright, who told them?
therewerefifty: (Default)
[personal profile] therewerefifty
Who: Makie and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planetside / Iskaulit / Twin Roses
When: 16 April - early May, most likely.

A - Business as Usual

[Makie finds this new, skyless world daunting, but given it's not underwater like the last one, she'll take it. She can be found plying her shamisen music in the crowds and taverns, sometimes on her own but often with company, though she's more likely to move swiftly to avoid crowds afterward than stay and talk to them, so you might find her lurking just inside a small cafe or down an alleyway taking a breather. She makes a nominal search for saplings or seeds which might work well for a memorial tree, but she doesn't really have the gardening experience to know which of these will flourish on the Iskaulit. Their care system is entirely different, after all.

As the week wears on, she becomes more relaxed and lets herself enjoy this place a little more. Misty is popular, and that's partly Makie's teaching, and that means she's passed on something worthwhile... and it's a good feeling all round. Later in the week she forgoes wearing her kimono entirely, indulging in the
peasant dresses she picked up so many planets ago, and spends more times just basking in the musical environment down here. Even being vaguely sociable.

Blink and you'll miss it.]

B - Another Perspective

[On 23 April, Makie takes a shortcut between two buildings and promptly disappears. But a small child shuffles out soon afterward, trying very hard not to trip over the hem of an overlong and unfamiliar dress, shamisen still wrapped carefully in both arms and hugged to her chest. It's the only familiar thing here and it looks expensive, so she clings to it like a lifeline and blinks owlishly around the strange world she finds herself in.

There's no sky.  The lights and the crowds are the conflicting sounds are overwhelming, and she soon retreats, clinging close to walls like a ghost until she finds a place to hide.  If the last year has taught her anything, it's how not to get noticed in a dirty street, but the shamisen and the tent of a dress she's wearing do kind of tend to stand out.

There's no sky.  And she remembers a field, and an angry old man, and what happened after, and she's not hurt now, but this place is a miserable cacophony of alien impressions... She shouldn't eat the food here, just in case it means she can't ever go home.  She remembers that part.  (Though honestly, would it really matter?  There's nothing really to go back to--)

If you run into her here, she will eventually leave again.]

C - And Then There Were Assholes

[By the time she's singled out as an easy pickup by a handful of drunken traffickers, Makie is too tired and hungry and miserable to put up a fight.  This is what happens to outcasts, anyway.  She just doesn't care, as long as they don't take the shamisen from her, and so she stumbles along behind one as he pulls her along by the wrist roughly, joking with his friends, heading for their ship.

"Gorgeous skin, right?  So pale--"
"And that hair--"
"She'll make a fortune, sell her
to the right place--"

Oh.  The more things change... she's not stupid.  But she just follows, eyes dark.  Frankly at this point, she doesn't give a damn.  It's not like anything different would have happened at home.

...so intervention would be welcome.]

D - Catch-all

[For any time after the events of the 23rd.  One can assume she's exploring, and probably pretty taken with the fox park and all the sneaky quiet places she can poke her nose into on the Iskaulit.  She'll be very polite and try not to get in your way.  I can roll with whatever!]

openseas: (my bees are going to kick ass)
[personal profile] openseas
Who: moana and you
Broadcast: yes
Action: paisley
When: post shuffle!


[after nearly a week spent on the marsiva, the transition to the paisley's deck is disorienting and sudden. with a shake of her head to clear away any remaining dizziness, she runs a hand over her hair quickly to clear it of any lingering confetti. once that's done, she looks down at the pudding with a frown, and that's when she notices someone. whether it's footsteps coming her way, seeing something out of the corner of her eyes, or hearing a voice calling out to her, her reaction is basically the same. still startled and tense from the sudden change of scenery, she instinctively whirls towards the noise and raises the pudding cup as if she's going to throw it - only to stop when she sees it's just another person. after a moment of pause:]

Um, hey there! I wasn't going to throw it at you, I was just—

[this is fine.]


If the green light means it's on... Ha! Got it.

[at some point, after someone shows her the basic function of the communicator, these are the first words to come out of her mouth as she stares down at the camera.]

I was told to talk into this. Can anyone really hear me? [A pause.] If there is anyone listening, I think I understand what's going on, but if anyone can give me the whole explanation - please?

And, if anyone from Motunui can see this - Mom, Dad, Grandma... I'm looking for you! I obviously haven't found you yet, but hopefully that'll change soon.
nerdeology: (we're so cool bro)
[personal profile] nerdeology
Who: Sorey, Mikleo, & visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Huntress, elsewhere as needed
When: today!

The SS Hotmess has been sans a captain or first mate for a few weeks now, and they've had some fascinating dreams of home. Suffice to say, it's reunion time.
valiantfire: ({091})
[personal profile] valiantfire
Who: Fingon.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Meston.
When: Last week of April.

{A playful tune on a harp-like instrument accompanies the sight of one of the remaining Elves. Is that a glowing tree at his back? Yes it is! Fingon's camped himself in one of the wildlife reserves to enjoy the reminder of Aman, especially the light of the various plants, and has taken to playing and singing for any and all who come upon him.

There's a smile on his lips as he plays, blue ribbons are braided into his long dark hair and help keep it back behind pointed ears. Any who happen to look close enough will also see the hilt of a sword just within reach. He's learned his lesson thanks to the raiders.}

Are you all enjoying yourselves in this system of stars so far? The asteroids are rather interesting! {And a little frightening to navigate through the holes just to get to where he wants to go! But worthwhile, so he barrels through as needed.}
thebestseller: (made of cheese)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: The crew of the SS Twin Roses and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Twin Roses
When: The end of April

['Sup, it's a ship mingle. We've lost Adawolfe, Anders and Ravi, but gained Lance, Shovel Knight, and Chuuya.

Enjoy the free pudding and make yourselves at home, newbies.]


Apr. 21st, 2017 09:22 pm
prettyimpulsive: (Fond - Affectionately watching)
[personal profile] prettyimpulsive
Who: Euphemia li Britannia and everyone else ever!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: Nowish or maybe laterish

[Euphie is still picking confetti out of her long, pink hair as she curiously explores the new ship. She stops in front of one of the fish bowls complete with glowing fish inside and her eyes widen in delight and she clasps her hands together.] Hello! Is anyone else here with us, Mr. Fish? [And then, to be polite, she puffs out her cheeks as is the way of the fish.]

Hello, everyone! Please excuse me for being rude by not addressing you all sooner. I was very surprised by, well, everything. [She smiles warmly even if she can't see the people she's addressing just yet.] My name is Euphemia li Britannia, but you're welcome to call me Euphie. I've already learned some of the basics about this place and I understand I'm here as a cook? I've never done that before, but I hope to do my best!

[It's not all smiles and bouncy pink hair. Dealing with the reality of suddenly being taken away just as she felt so close to giving the people of Area 11 something important and finding a space where her family could finally be together along with her knight was hard and not over, but she wants to be brave and hopeful. Other people must feel the same way she does, and maybe in this way she can help them too.]

Since I don't need to ask you those questions, maybe we can just get to know each other. What's your name and what's your favorite part about being here? So far, for me, it's getting to see the stars like this. I remember lying out on the grass when I was young staring up at them and it always felt like a sparkling blanket.
hollystrike: (has no right to bitch)
[personal profile] hollystrike
Who: Katie and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Vanquish
When: Now-ish? Though this should have been put up like a month ago, whoops

Hey I've got a question:

Who else has the personnel augment?
What do you do with it?
Are we really meant to act like counsellors?
Do you act as your ship's therapists?
Or do you just really like the nice room you get?
What do you do with the nice room?
I turned mine into a blanket fort.
Should I post a sign saying THE DOCTOR IS 

[Actually, it hasn't been a blanket fort in months now, but psh. IT IS IN SPIRIT, OKAY.]

This is obviously a very important and singular question.
Less important: do you know anything about souls?  Know any soul magic?
mucked: (☂ from all signs of mad mankind)
[personal profile] mucked
Who: Peggy + you
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit
When: All day.

[ as compelling an attraction as the asteroids can be, peggy wakes up on what could have been april 21st and promptly decides that a captain's work is never done. despite a short holiday on one of the less glitzy asteroids, she storms her way back onto the starstruck around midday. she'd have preferred to be back earlier, of course, but a certain stubborn steve rogers had delayed her more than usual this morning.

because, you see, today is peggy carter's birthday. and up until recently, she'd thought this particular piece of sensitive intel might have remained under wraps. certainly, she's never announced it to the fleet (not had it announced for her) but over the last year there'd been an influx of individuals who might otherwise be privy to that sacred knowledge.

and so surviving the day becomes a little trickier. her first precaution is to not even address the network -- indeed, she hasn't got her device with her at all. so if some friend or ally does try and contact peggy, they may be forced to seek her out in person instead. after all, it's rare that she should persist with so much radio silence. visitors and crew on the starstruck will find her in her quarters trying very hard to dodge the likes of both steve rogers and edwin jarvis. and trying to busy herself with 'paperwork', though closer inspections might prove she's doing little more than working on a few hobby ciphers. and let's not forget the copious trips to the kitchen for tea, of course.

for visitors and crew: it seems steve's left the odd 'hint' and trinket around the ship. flowers here, candles there, and there's at least one cake chilling in the kitchen. perhaps more. when asked about it, the captain feigns innocence.

later, when that diversion fails, she heads to the iskaulit. first to the firing range, where she squeezes off just enough shots to counterbalance the creeping sensation of domesticity. and that done, she stops by the space bar for a drink of whatever-the-devil most resembles whiskey. ]
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[personal profile] youdontneedapictureofme
Who: Maggie Greene (Rhee)
Broadcast: video;
Action: Planetside
When: Now

[Maggie has been doing her usual habit of keeping busy working in the lab, with a side of exploring the new terrain that they've found themselves on. For once she's actually taking some time to relax and it's a nice change when compared to how immersed she was in working to help those sick on the last major planet they were on.]

I was wondering - given the circumstances on one of the most recent planets - if there are other worlds like it that have sick people? Infected and the like. Not that there'd be any connection, but it'd be interesting to hear people's stories. Also this place seems less indigenous than the last one and I vaguely remember someone mentioning they wanted to start a school? It'd be a good idea to gather supplies while we can and for all of us to pitch in to make that happen. Even if a lot of us are a bit too old for the school thing, I don't think it's a bad idea. There's art supplies all over so we can make use of things like paper and pencils and they'll probably have textbooks to help give it a start?

[She looks thoughtful.]

It's just a thought.


Apr. 19th, 2017 02:15 am
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[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Video.
Action: Bloodsport.
When: Now-ish!


[Sam has been mostly doing his usual thing - that is, collecting information about the new place, primarily the unnatural wild life. He even got a pet rock for shits and giggles, though he has kind of abandoned it on his little desk in his room, which he's finally sitting down at after a long day of working. He's humored himself in buying something more rocker-style, all thanks to some of the interesting shops down on the asteroid belts. With a grin he says -- ]

Well? Let's hear it: weird crap you've bought, go.

[He slides the pet rock box over, chuckling.]

... These were popular for a short time on earth, in the 70's. Some guy just... chatted with some buds in a bar about how hard it was to take care of actual pets, so he made these and sold over a million of them -- in fact, it made him a millionaire. Pretty impressively weird, right? Maybe even the most successful selling of weird. Unless you guys can top that.

At least Beanie Babies are kind of cute on a shelf. A pet rock -- who knows.

But now I can fit in with everyone who has an animal aboard. I bet you guys 20 credits mine is easier to potty train.

castrationfist: (pic#10522067)
[personal profile] castrationfist
Who: A ~mysterious anonymous text post~ and you!
Broadcast: Anonymous text
Action: The Vanquish, if you can figure her out.
When: Now!

[Caster's bored, and she hasn't started a war in a while, so at some point when no one's looking too hard, an anonymous text post appears on the network:]

Which are cuter, cats or dogs?

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