Apr. 2nd, 2017

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[personal profile] airily
Who: Zaveid and Eizen
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Blameless
When: After the shuffle

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theroadwarrior: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (So then I stabbed him.)
[personal profile] theroadwarrior
Who: Max Rockatansky
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Sometime during the event, probs today, w/e w/e.


[Max is sitting casually in a chair with a messily opened sponsor drop box next to him; he's growing a considerable beard now, looks like. Easily five inches by now. Someone please make him shave it. Anyway, he's sitting very relaxed with a paper in his hands -- a postcard that some of you may inexplicably find left for you, courtesy of the rumor mill and the Atroma. You'll find it reads the following:




He doesn't read it outloud, but Max doesn't seem too bothered by this revealing of rumors, however. He's chewing on god knows what, rubbing his chin, something bright and colorful sitting in his lap that is not quite visible enough to be identified.]

... F'you got some postcard about me...

Mmm. S'all true. [He SHRUGS.] ... Stole only two chickens, though.

[Oh, someone's coming into the cargo bay of the SS Starstruck.

Excuse him, he's lifting up his sponsor gift -- what appears to be something titled BERF GUN on the side.

The feed ends, but beware, people who enter the cargo bay of the Starstruck may very well be shot by Max Rockatansky.

By one of these.

... It's, uh. Training. For you. Yes, training you for reflexes, and not because he wants to shoot you with foam darts.

And yes, the whole place will be littered with the those squishy foam bullets. LITTERED.

He's so fucking happy to be off that water planet, guys.]

quack quack

Apr. 2nd, 2017 10:21 am
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[personal profile] forsometimenow
Who: The crew of the SS Wonderduck and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: The first few weeks of April

[The crew has changed a lot since the last mingle. What're you up to, Wonderducks? What nasty and/or hilarious rumors are being spread about you?]

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Apr. 2nd, 2017 06:38 pm
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[personal profile] helmsplitter
Who: Doudanuki Masakuni
Broadcast: Video, Fleetwide
Action: Caprine, if interested
When: Now!

[Welcome to Doudanuki's Very Important PSA. He turns on the video and stands back, dressed in the Fleet provided beige jumpsuit. He has his sword sheathed in one hand and clears his throat.]

Alright, since I've had to explain this rusts know how many times just on the last planet, I figured I'd just show you all at once.

My name's Doudanuki Masakuni. I'm a war sword, and yes, I mean that literally. This body? [He points to the human form.] Is a manifestation. This body? [He holds the sword out in front of him.] Is my real body.

I'm a tsukumogami. I live in a sword. I have a human body 'cause my saniwa, my current master, used their powers to give me one. And in case you keep doubtin' me?

[He tosses his sword on his bunk behind him. Then he suddenly disappears in a flash of light just as the sword hits the bed.

A moment later he reappears in a flash of light and a shower of cherry blossom petals, dressed in his usual armor and black clothing. He's now holding his sword across his lap as he sits cross-legged on the bed. For a moment he looks disoriented, then he shakes his head, dislodging a few cherry blossoms, and looks at the camera again.
]

If you got questions, I'll answer them today and today only. After that, don't tell me I can't be a sword or I'll punch you.
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[personal profile] robitussin
Who: Goldstone crew
Broadcast: n/a
Action: yes!
When: the month of april

[So, we have rumors flying around, possible sponsor drops in our midst, and any other shenanigans that might be going down! What are you up to, Goldstone?]
spacebro: (Surprised - Looking up)
[personal profile] spacebro
Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental video
Action: Goldstone
When: Nowish

[Strange things have been going on recently. You may have noticed notes appearing on your bookmarks or in your cookies that aren't even fortune cookies or written out in the dust on your desk—you should really clean that. They include:

"Mon-El and Kara are cousins."

"Kara dyes her hair."

"Mon-El glitterbombs his enemies."

"Kara is, like, really old."


But it hasn't kept the couple from being extremely cute with each other. His communicator kicks on for what can only be Atroma-related reasons as they walk hand-in-hand into the Goldstone's cargo bay.]


So, Princess Bride again tonight?

As you wish!! I mean, we could branch out, but you really can't top it for quality.

[He laughs.] Seventh time is the charm? Or are we on sixth? [He leans in, ready to kiss her when something catches his eye—a crate with his name on it.] What’s that?

How should I know? It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer now?

Maybe. I am a very good bartender. [Smiling as he walks over to it and without so much as a crowbar, he flips it open easily despite it being obviously nailed shut. Reaching in he pulls up a handful of condoms. He doesn’t notice the note.]

[Kara laughs. Not like a ha-ha-funny laugh but she's really taken off guard.] Um. Well that's… useful? I guess? How good a bartender are you?

If I’m this good I need a raise.

[Kara raises her eyebrows and notices something distinctly not-condom-like fall from the crate and goes to pick it up]

What’s that?

[She takes a moment to read it for herself before reading it aloud with a skeptical voice] "Mon-El and Natasha had sex."

[Mon-El’s eyes widen, but before he can reply the video cuts out. You’ll have to call in for the details.]

(OOC: Part of the Rumors event. | Mon-El | Kara | Both will respond and also possibly Natasha.)

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