Mar. 28th, 2017

video, 01

Mar. 28th, 2017 02:24 pm
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[personal profile] unbridles
Who: John Laurens
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Right the heck now.

[He wasn't expecting a bed. More to the point, he wasn't expecting to wake up at all; did someone wake up when they were dead? He's not sure. Well. At least he doesn't hurt after dying, though John can't remember it hurting much before, either. He sits up anyway, still clad in his continental uniform, now with a mysterious lack of bulletholes. In doing so, he jars the communicator nearby, and it falls to the floor with a clatter.]

Shit, what -- [Oh. Okay. There's a thing on the floor, he's surrounded by mysterious silvery walls, and he's trying not to panic. This is great. Maybe the thing will have some answers. So he picks up the comm and pokes at it, tentatively. That manages to activate the video, and behold, there's one seriously perplexed lieutenant colonel onscreen.]

--Um. Can anyone maybe tell me what the hell is goin' on? Is anyone there?
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[personal profile] steeledskin
Who: Sansa Stark and you!
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish and Iskaulit
When: Today

Even the Fleet can be a harrowing and disquieting place at times, despite how fond we might become of our ships and our associates. I find I cannot escape the frayed nerves I felt during the raid last month. [ margaery might be gone, but even now sansa is taking cues from her braver friend. she writes in months, now, and not in moons. just as marge had done. ]

In times of trouble, what helps you feel most safe? Secure? I meditate -- but it's been helping little and less. [ ... ] Is it shameful and craven that I should rely upon my family and my fellow crew so much and so often? I fear that without them I would be all at sea.

Will a familiar face accompany me to the Iskaulit, today? I haven't been in ages and I miss the gardens.

[ today is one of sansa's better days. she's sitting in a common area with a bit of busywork stretched across her lap. ser allen had asked for some alterations to be made of his wardrobe, and she's found solace in this distraction. while she sews, she hums: old hymns from home. sansa hasn't done much singing in the more-than-a-year since her arrival, but it turns out her voice is sweet and accomplished.

she greets the crew when they pass by. heavens help us all, she smiles when they pass. ]

[ after a comfortable reconnaissance with an able escort, sansa returns to the iskaulit in the evening -- or for whatever passes as evening when you're sailing through the stars. she goes cloaked and with her heart set upon a more solitary visit to the gardens now that she's proven to herself she can step foot upon it again. but her communications device is gripped tightly in hand should she witnesses any lions while she prays -- kneeling in the narrow aisle of a garden that's more pragmatic than anything else. even so, it'll have to do.

and when she's done she steals her way through the quieter corridors on the iskaulit. she's such a rare sight in these halls that it wouldn't be unusual to mistake her for a newer member of the fleet. ]
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[personal profile] nerdeology
Who: Mikleo, Sorey, & Zaveid
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Huntress
When: The day of Eizen's arrival

[Mikleo had really been hoping to avoid telling Sorey what that this conversation is almost certainly going to reveal, at least until it feels like he's more prepared for it, but as usual fate has other ideas about what ought to happen. With Eizen's arrival and subsequent outbursts about Sorey, the Shepherd mythos, and Edna's involvement, there's no feigning ignorance anymore. Eizen's reaction and accusations will surely result in too many unanswered questions for Sorey to keep quiet about it.

He has no intention of lying, but at the core of the matter is the fact that it isn't he who has any right to explain things to Sorey. It's Zaveid's, and he hasn't been responding to anything openly- not to Eizen's arrival, and not to any messages Mikleo's tried to send him, either. His room was locked and silent. They're going to have to tackle this as a team. That's why he's waiting for Sorey's return from the Iskaulit in the docking bay area, seated on a cargo box, fingers tapping idly against the metal to distract himself from the worry threatening to overwhelm him.

Will Sorey be okay? Will Zaveid? How the hell are they going to deal with this without someone falling apart in the process?]
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[personal profile] nonightdriving
Who: Ignis Scientia
Broadcast: Network Communication
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: On the evening of the 28th

[When he'd stepped aboard the ship in Caem, he'd known that he'd be leaving behind everything he'd ever known for the unknown, but this? Not what he had in mind. The others are nowhere around—something that set off all of the panic buttons in his brain—and he is mostly definitely not in a water craft.

The air is chilled, but there's no salty tang. He's warm and feels as if he's enveloped in a blanket. After a few moments of trying to get his bearings, he leaves what appears to be a bed in a...medical type room. A search of his person turns up his cellphone, his notebook, pen and... another communications device. He takes a few seconds to appraise it before opening to use the item.]

Hello. I'm not sure whom I'm addressing, but my name is Ignis Scientia. As I appear to be new to this place and there are others here as well, I would like to know where I am and what is going on.

[The look on his face says that if you waste his time, he will hang up on you.]

Also, if anyone knows the whereabouts of Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia or Noctis Caelum, I would appreciate being told.

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