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
Broadcast: Yes, unfortunately.
Action: It COULD lead to action on Kayann, which is where Jack is at the moment. It's much better than being stuck on the Bishop with Looma and mean people who hate Jenga. (Looking at YOU, Pidge Gunderson.)
When: Later in the evening of the 16th.
"New fruity floot loops
Slooping in a groovy suit
Gloop 'em in a new boot
Or sling 'em in a pie.
Rooty-tooty floot loops
Drooping in a blue soup
Mooping in some newt poop!
Floot Loops til we die!"
[It's a poem. Jack wrote it. And now he's reciting it over and over again. To you.]
Action: On the Caprine
When: August 14th, aka right now
[Anyone on the Caprine can probably hear when Doudanuki wakes up because he does so by yelling loudly as he jumps out of bed. He can't remember the last time he was awake and that concerns him - a lot.
So fellow Capriners will probably hear him as he thunders around checking on people or trying to figure out why the hell he was unconscious for an entire month. How he greets them depends on whether he knows them yet or not:
For new characters to the Caprine since June]
...And who're you supposed to be?
[For characters he knows already]
Hey. What the hell happened to everyone?
[Later, after he realizes that comas are just things that happen because why not? This place is insane enough already.
And then he's at the comms station and notices something weird.]
What happened to that other ship? What the hell did you guys do while I was asleep??
Broadcast: Network wide
When: Right now!
[The feed opens to Crowley, looking exceptionally smug with himself. That is the first sign that he's been up to something, honestly. He's spent the vast majority of the last few weeks bouncing between being absolutely plastered and working on a project.]
Hello people. Some of you might have noticed we have an interesting selection of games on our lovely network [he clicks a button and oh look, it's an annoying popup on your screen. Did the network have popups before? Doesn't matter, it does now] you have me to thank for that. I appreciate thanks in alcohol and gaudy jewellery for Felix.
Anyway, I decided to create a special little new something for you people. Seen as there's all sorts of relationship drama going on in the Fleet, I thought something like this might purge your systems of it a little bit. Worth a shot, right?
[Another annoying popup, this one announcing a game called Space Sweeties - and those from a certain point in time might recognise it as one of those ridiculous text dating simulator games. There's a selection of different beings, male, female and other - all prime for your date-sona to romance them in their space station. It's ridiculous and tacky as hell- multiple secret endings and complex puzzles galore. Like all of the games Crowley bring to the network, it's a massive time sink.
This is what happens when Allen leaves. Crowley does questionable things.]
You're welcome! Enjoy yourselves. I'm curious to see who will manage to get the good end for Raynelex the Third from the planet Betamax. Do let me know if you find it.
[[ooc: Feel free to make up ANY characters within the game, be creative, have fun!]]
Action: On the Caprine
[ Kai’s been…out of it for a while, out of sight and mind in a coma. He’s showered and changed his clothing at least, gotten rid of the layer of dust, but he still looks like he hasn’t had a sufficient amount of coffee for the current day. ]
At least I don’t have any new memories or scars this time around.
Though I guess that means I’m a little short on stories.
[ Not really, since he’d been around for calibrations. Still those were hardly all pleasant, though some of them — like how he got his cat, Newt, were nice enough. ]
Do people have pets here? How’d you get them? [ He remembers Daenerys’ dragon, when he’d first started. ] …Besides the pet rocks. Those are dumb.
Broadcast: as needed
Action: Tourist/wherever friends are found
[ One may have noticed the mood around The Universe's Most Hospitable Ship has been somber and quiet as of late, despite the super swank new system. Feel free to drop by unannounced, call in, or just drop a line! ]
[The shouts of the Northern men was still ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes, the quiet of the ship piercing through him. The familiar stones of Wintefell were replaced by steel and machinery he didn't recognize but for some reason understood...at least in passing. Space, ships and other information he had never considered before were fresh in his mind. The darkness beyond the windows was not so mysterious or strange, though it still filled him with the same awe he felt when he stood atop the Wall for the first time.
It took time for his current imprisonment and state to at least hit him, the shock slowly wearing off the longer he sat in silence. After a few hours, he felt ready to turn to the network for the answers he wouldn't find on the Marsiva.]
My name is Jon Snow.
[There seemed little reason to ask about escape, as it seemed there were so many still here. If they could leave by their own will, they would have by now.]
Who are the men that have captured us? Are they taking us somewhere in particular or is this holding cell meant to travel without destination?
Action: YEP - planeside! in a car!!!
When: a little while after Ochako's post asking for driving lessons
[ This started as Jayden answering Ochako's request for a driving instructor. And, you know, someone to help her get out of her upside-down vehicle. Bless. And it was going rather well! They went through some basics, got out of the parking lot and onto the road - a less busy road, of course.
And then, apparently, they picked up another kid! And a... slug?? Well, okay? But Jayden stuck to her teaching efforts even with the sudden addition of a backseat passenger. It... of course got derailed a little bit here and there, thanks to conversations, and shenanigans, and is that another pet oh my god what?? But hey! No big deal! Things are still rolling! Everything's okay! It's fine. This is fine. This... could be worse. Right? Right.
Long story short, there is A Lot going on in this car right now, none of which Jayden was prepared for. But she's managing to keep her cool. For now. Lord knows she's just a few seconds away from pulling out her communicator and calling up Aizawa though. She might need some backup here...
At least Ochako's driving well enough! Jayden does verbally correct her on a few things here and there, and God bless the on-board computer for helping out if anything needs substantial correcting. Technology is great, when it's not turning you upside down and backwards for some unknown reason.
.... They're going to end up upside down and backwards for some unknown reason, aren't they? ]
[What a day what a day what a day. He doesn't mind the planet all that much. It reminds him of the kind of large cities on Earth: all full of bustle and the flow of people. More importantly, the many people need many kinds of work, and when that many people need work, money follows soon after. It isn't a lot of money, of course, and he had to scrounge a bit to even get a bag to carry things in and clothes not made of leather or whatever the jumpsuits that come with residency the ship are made of.
Yet most of all, it is the food that makes him feel so very much alive. It's a profound and deep feeling to experience the hunger brought about by the absence of variety in a diet, and he's currently cooped up in a small pocket away from the greater flow of foot and vehicular traffic to have a moment alone with some food. His mask is tilted almost jauntily on his head, letting his mouth be exposed as he sets up the comms device between bites.]
Food is a strange thing to miss. This planet is very different from home, but I know this kind of city. Like a highly compressed New York or Tokyo. Also, my fellow Bishop crew will be receiving a boon- [He holds up his bag, which is currently bulging at odd angles.] Of a variety of local foods I found. Comprehensively nutritious gels may keep the body going, but it is not in by any means, food. I can't eat this all by myself and I can't be the only one who could stand to taste something that may have truly been alive before it wasn't.
Action: Kayanni System, the city
There is a wedding on the planet. You may know this because you were invited to this wedding by this little guy and it's a lovely ceremony! You can watch the couple get married, wether you know them or not, the whole fleet was invited.Even if they don't know you either.
Noctis was in all black and he was beside himself, the time had finally come and after seeing his beautiful bride he couldn't look away. The music was soft yet appropriate. Luna was beaming, holding onto Shiro's arm down the aisle until they were together and holding hands. The vows went on as if in another room. Noctis couldn't quite focus on them, he was fighting getting sucked into Luna's orbit and just kissing her prematurely. Distantly he heard his cue to repeat after the offician and he recited his vows word for word. Umbra had their rings ready for them. When he put Luna's on her finger he felt a tear spill down his cheek. He couldn't stop smiling. The officiant led Luna then and Noctis hung on every word. Her voice was melodic and soft. Then he had a ring on his finger and he felt himself crying again. He just looked at her, he officiant left them through the end, announcing it was over, they were married.
Noctis didn't wait for any cue, he pulled Luna in close and dipped her as they kissed.
SO Have at the reception everybody!
There is a: Dance floor with music booming, a buffet with delicious food and CAKE, There is BOOZE of all types and it's just flowing with no signs of stopping, and sparklers! Also dancing with the bride..... or getting a photo with the couple!
Action: The Heron
When: Evening 8/8
Would anyone be interested in learning to play an instrument? Or, perhaps, to sing, if not increase your existing skill. I am most familiar with harps and flutes. An exchange of learning would be just as welcome.
[Anything at all to help keep busy! He's in desperate need of distraction. Something to focus on besides certain Feanorians and their strange concern and care over his well-being.
At least the elf seems somewhat calm at the moment, which isn't exactly the norm since his arrival. Though that might have something to do with the lap harp whose strings he's softly plucking an old tune away on.]
Broadcast: Video, sent to all her fellow flooters
Action: Planetside (closed to Sayid)
When: Varies (first broadcast in the afternoon, second and third at night)
[A: Fair Warning]
[This is definitely an unusual broadcast from Looma, given she's currently looking a bit uncomfortable inside a darkened...container of some sort. She's seated on the floor, as comfortably as she can be, even if she can't quite stretch her legs without immediately hitting the wall opposite her. Also, it's dark, and the only lighting is from a small light stick rolling around on the floor of wherever the hell she is.]
Consider this broadcast a warning. I do not know if anyone in the Fleet is involved, but I thought only fair to warn any who were. If you happen to be employed anywhere on this planet, and your given task is to steal a shipment of contraband- don't.
[The glare she's giving the camera right now should provide aaaaaall the information anyone could possibly want about just why it's unwise. She also has the big metal spear she picked up back on the water planet with her, which can't possibly bode well. Looma with weaponry rarely does.]
This will be your only warning.
[That seems to be the only thing her conscience requires, so she'll reach over and shut off her comm device. Though as she has no idea how long it'll take for this trap to be sprung, she'll at least be good about answering.]
[B: Way Worse Than A Mimic]
( Cut for length and also some violence/maiming )
[C: Some time later, locked to Sayid]
[Have an annoyed looking Looma on your screen, Sayid. Sure it's late, but she's your captain darn it and it's not like she hands out work often.]
I require your assistance. I do not expect it to take long.
[There's no "please" there, which shouldn't surprise him. Or anyone, for that matter. But at least she's not actually shouting orders at him, right?]
[Arthur's been a bit bored and homesick lately, so he's settled himself in the galley of the Huntress with a cup of tea and a sketchpad, working on a rough plan for... well, it's anyone's guess really, because the angle to the camera isn't ideal. Still, it's apparently cheering him up because he's got a smile.]
With how much downtime we seem to have between bursts of alien madness, I thought I'd ask what hobbies people have picked up to pass the hours. New ones, ones from home? Myself, I've been trying to pick up the guitar again after our stay in the Corbius belt, but also would be interested in getting back into a few handicrafts I like to think I'm rather good at.
Which brings me to my second question. Has anyone come across a source for sewing supplies? Or perhaps for wood carving? Neither have to be particularly fancy. I can work with some very basic tools.
If anyone needs something tailored, I suppose I could take on a commission or two as well. Once I have the materials, that is.
Who: Ritsuka and you!
Action: on the SS Blameless!
When: like two days ago, probably.
[ action. ]
[ Ritsuka arrives on the SS Blameless in a confusing fanfare of confetti. Apparently he'd arrived once the Shuffle actually began, because he looks incredibly disoriented. It had been a very quick jump from the Marsiva to the Blameless, and he's trying to get his bearings.
He doesn't even care that he has confetti all over him, not when he's noticing his clothes are suddenly very dry, and none of the aches and pains he'd been feeling after his mother's freak-out are there.
His tail twitches apprehensively, ears swiveling at every sounds as he calls out: ] Hello...?
[ video ]
[ okay, so he's in space.
because why the hell not, at this point in his weird life?
but that means there's questions to be asked. how it's possible, where they're going, what the heck does a communications officer do-- ]
How are you supposed to tell adults from kids if they don't have their ears?
[ ...or that.
it must be the cat ears atop his head he's talking about, because he does have a visible set of totally normal, human ears.
clearly y'all are the weird ones here. ]
Action: N/A (unless you wanna stop by and visit him!)
Alright, well — hey, everyone. Just a few things, most of it kind of important to get out there ahead of time. First thing's first... Captain Nami's currently MIA; I'm guessing something Atroma-related. She's not anywhere on the ship, but her name's on the roster still. Until she's back, I'll take over reigns on the Bloodsport temporarily, so if anyone has anything they need to talk about regarding the ship, just let me know.
... I'll also be sure to help keep The Space Bar functioning, if any extra help is actually needed. Fenris, you think you can keep things going alright there as her second in command? Just let me know, I'll be more than happy to do a little more work outside of bar-tending.
[He's... worried. Really worried, as he usually is when his friends just disappear or fall into comas. The comas are a lot easier, actually — seeing where people are, even if they're not awake. Katie had also... Focus, Sam. Work first, worrying way later. It'd do no good to get distracted yet.]
Since Allen's left, I'm also gonna be taking over the blood drive for him. What he did was extremely important, and that blood can go towards important transfusions in case of emergency; it doesn't exactly happen too often, but I've been in plenty situations in my life where any little contribution means life instead of death.
If you're interested in giving blood, please let me know and I'll get you in on the screening process. Per the old guidelines, you have to be over the age of 16 and fill out the form attached to the video. Any supernatural or magical being who has a hard time around blood: restraint is a necessity.
The blood drive'll be on the Bloodsport. Which I guess is... actually kind of fitting.
I don't exactly have snacks to offer yet, but if anyone would like to make some, I'd be more than happy to pay you.
[Phew, that's not even the end of it. He flips gracefully through a few loose leaf papers.]
Also — before Kirito left the fleet, um. He and I worked on a GPS function for the network devices, so that you can send out your coordinates. It's an easily accessible function that can show exact locations on planets or in space, in case you want to meet up with someone or — more importantly — if you end up lost or injured and need assistance.
It's not perfect, but it helps increase your chances of getting out of a messy situation and saves time in day-to-day traveling planet-side. It does need to be manually placed on your communicators, though, so please let me know if you're interested and stop by the Bloodsport when you've got a chance.
... And give it up for Kirito; this thing wouldn't be half as functional without his half of the work.
[He clears his throat.]
Man. Lot of people missing or left, huh? How about something else? Say one good thing about yourself. Maybe... something you're good at, or a feature you like. Maybe a hobby you're good at?
I try to practice it myself; reminding myself of things I like about me. So... Lay it on me.
(OOC: Blood drive is handwaved! You can also handwave Sam putting the network GPS on your communicator, but comment here so I know who he's been adding the code to if you can. So much to do, so little time, lmfao.)
( video / broadcast; )
Ssssoooo... anybody I know have a license to fly those space cars? I want to learn how to drive one! But they said I have to be 18 to drive it alone, so I need an adult with me. I can get the autopilot versions, but, um. They kind of freak me out? ...Also they suck. They really, really suck.
[did I mention the video image shows the background around her looks like it's upside down? because it totally looks like it is.]
Anyway, let me know if you can help! It can't be that different from a shuttle, and I'm not bad with those! Thanks in advance.
( on the planet; )
[how much do the autopilot hovers suck? Ochako's gone and found out the hard way. she's rented one that is exceptionally glitchy- it really likes to fly upside down, which is why her broadcast looks so weird. This isn't such a terrible thing when your superpower is gravity-erasing, but she can only do that for so long before she loses her lunch, so over the course of the rental she might pass people by doing the following:
1) sitting in her seat, upside down, looking awfully green
2) dangling from her clipped seatbelt like it's a swing, legs kicking
3) carefully climbing down the seatbelt trying to reach the ground
She might need a little bit of help. That's if she doesn't straight-up collide with somebody first. Uh, duck?]
Ah- ahhhh, look out!!
Broadcast: Open, Fleet wide
Action: SS Heron
[A - Network/Video]
[Oh man, not again. Being kidnapped by some unknown alien force really needed to stop happening. What are even the odds of that? Is there a card you can get stamped? And just in case waking up alone in this very stark room wasn't bad enough, his head was killing him. Probably from the alien lo-jack that he felt behind his ear. Or... that's what he assuming the bump was. But he could worry about that later. He needed to find the others.
Shaking off the headache he slipped off the bed to head for the door. It was eerily quiet as he entered the Hospitably Deck and he paused. The place looked abandoned. Oooookay. This isn't creepy at all. He scanned the area, searching for anything that remotely looked like control panel and made a b-line for it.
The feed flicked on to reveal the image of a young man wearing quite the colorful space suit. His expression brightened seeing that the video was going through.]
There we go.... Hello? Lance? Guys? Is anyone picking up this transmission? This is Hunk, Yellow Paladin of Voltron and I have no idea where I am. I thought I saw a sign that said 'Hospitality Deck' but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. I'd at least expect cupcakes.
Except there is some smooth jazz playing in the distance somewhere? Which just makes me being alone even creepier.
If anyone is getting this, please respond.
[B - SS Heron Bridge]
[There was a sudden new surprise for the crew of the SS Heron. With a flash of confetti and the fanfare of tiny trumpets, a very confused looking Hunk was now standing in the middle of their bridge. He barely had time to send a broadcast let alone explore the previous ship he was on before he was whisked away again. Man, today just keep getting weirder.]
Hello? Anyone here?
[He picked the confetti from his hair as he scanned the room. Defiantly not on the Castle, but hey, its not galra either so... glass half full? And wait a second. Does his eyes deceive him? Was that a plate of chocolate pudding? It was that moment his stomach decided to make it's presence known. When was the last time he ate? Honestly, he couldn't remember which means it was too long. You know, you can't think when your tank is empty.
Sliding on over to the plate, Hunk picked up one of the small cups and was instantly filled with regret the moment its contents touched his lips. Blech! That wasn't chocolate! It was just paste to taste like chocolate which is just an insult to real chocolate! A wave of betrayal washed over his face as he stared down at the cup in his hands.]
Great.... I'm missing food goo already.
Action: SS Twin Roses
When: August 6
[Here is a little redhead, glass of wine in hand, who appears to be right-side up, yet in the background everything appears to be… upside down? The kitchen is upside down, apparently.]
Question for all of you. It’s been brought to my attention numerous times that some of you don’t come from a world where people have fancy kinds of powers.
For those of you who do, what kind of powers have you experienced? How do yours work? I’ve heard some say theirs are elemental based, while others are based on magic.
For those of you who don’t, have you ever wondered what having special powers is like? There has to be something more interesting than, say, if you were invisible, you'd spy on someone.
[And then he cuts the feed.]
Action: backdated slightly, so marsiva if you so desire!
COOL QUESTION WHY AM I STUCK IN THE VOID OF SPACE AGAIN
ps @ atroma