Apr. 14th, 2017


Apr. 14th, 2017 05:46 am
castintoflames: (✧ it leaves me cold)
[personal profile] castintoflames
Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide~
Action: On the S.S. Huntress.
When: Friday morning.

The best secrets are never told; they are buried down deep and killed before they reach the lips.

(His family has many such secrets and he has added a vault or two of his own to them. He also knows the power of denial. A secret can't hurt if you believe it isn't real.)

I am experienced with secrets and lies. There are not any that could hurt me now. However...

Those rumors relating to my family shall do them no harm. If they were heard, you will forget them.

(There is a steely glint to his eyes now; threatening, mad.)
undirected: (ZSvtFal)
[personal profile] undirected
Who: Rip Hunter and you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Marvisa
When: Apr 14; midday-ish

[No doubt it's a story that's been heard before: boy meets timeship, boy takes over protecting history after blowing up the people who used to do it, boy gets brainwashed (twice), boy gets rescued, boy is left to try and figure out who he even bloody is anymore. Yet for all the things that have not hold steadfast in Rip's life as of late, certain rules remain seemingly unbreakable. Chief among them (and most relevant, in this instance), is that nothing will ever go according to Rip Hunter's plan. It's rather unfair, really. He hasn't even decided what he intends to do, and now here he is, waking up in the middle of God-knows-where that's neither his jumpship nor the Waverider.

Bloody hell.

So he does as anyone might when they've apparently been kidnapped: goes for his gun. Of course it's not there, shock and surprise, leaving Rip patting his pockets and trying to figure out what, beyond an empty holster, he's been left with. Some personal items, what he had on him that he can last remember, but nothing resembling the weapons he suspects would be so terribly useful in this situation. Yet despite every indication that he's been stolen away against his will, Rip has also been granted a surprising amount of freedom. He doesn't seem to be locked within any one room, and the accommodations are cozier than most other brigs he's seen.

Not that it gives him any greater desire to stay there, mind. It's just worth noting. And now that he has noted it, Rip gets to work. Finding a communication panel is rather easy—perhaps distressingly so, if he thinks about it, so instead Rip sets about to trying to find a way to hail the Waverider, to figure out where he is, or when he is, or anything else at all that might be useful.

It goes about as well as can be expected—although he can send out a message, it's not going to go anyplace he wants it to. The transmission starts right about the time his shoulders sag with this realization, his eyes not focused on the camera but instead on whatever display is giving him the bad news. In the meantime, enjoy the view of a frustrated British guy wearing a long duster?]

…Bollocks [Oh, right, broadcasting. Rip finally looks towards the screen—towards whomever might be viewing this, trying to decide if it's even worth saying anything. He's got one hand braced against the wall, his finger tapping the surface impatiently before he decides that really, there's not much left to lose at this point anyway. It's not like the persons responsible don't already know he's there.]

Right, yes. And--hello, I suppose. [It's about as unhappy a greeting as one might expect, given the circumstances.] I'd apologize for being a bother, but since I've somehow been brought to this place entirely against my will, whoever's responsible just brought it upon themselves, haven't they?

I'll keep it short then. My name is Rip Hunter, and I would really. really, like to have a word with those in charge of—whatever this is. [No small operation, given the scale of it. Not only is the room itself impressively sized, but the technology is noteworthy. Automated, from a time seemingly closer to Rip's own than most he's been in lately. He rests a hand against the wall, leaning into his arm as he taps his fingers against the hard surface. If he's in a facility seemingly made to house so many—

Then perhaps he's not the only one to have found himself someplace new without explanation.]
Or anyone else who might be able to offer answers, assuming there are others out there. Either way, you can probably guess what I want to know.

[What anyone would like to know when they've been taken prisoner, most likely. Rip gives the camera a final look, then ends the transmission.

Well. He did say he was going to keep it short.]

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Apr. 14th, 2017 02:12 pm
bi_otic: (judgemental)
[personal profile] bi_otic
Who: Kaidan and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: First Breath
When: Around Monday, 4/10

[Kaidan is sitting, going by the framing on the feed, somewhere in the cargo bay of his ship. He seems slightly nervous, going by the long pause before he says anything and the glances away from the camera.]

So...here's the thing. I'm looking for a doctor on the fleet that can help me with something. I have...chronic migraines, basically. I can usually manage, but since we can't seem to hold onto a lab technician over here it's been untreated for about...five months? And...[A tiny sigh of frustration] it's starting to be a problem.

If you know anything about cybernetics or implants...kind of like our augments...[He taps the side of his neck]...that would help a lot. But honestly, anything would help at this point.

[He frowns for a moment, then smooths it out into something more neutral as he shift from his seat]

In other news...I have some extra syrup in our cargo bay if anyone wants any. None of it maple, but it is sweet.

[It's pretty tragic. He pans the video down where you can see him slip the lid off a wooden box full of glass bottles in a rainbow of colors. He pulls one out, this one a too-yellow amber.


This one seems to be banana, but they come in a whole bunch of fruity varieties.
thespaceopera: (relapse)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!

[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]


Apr. 14th, 2017 10:55 pm
alwayscomeback: (Should have been a father to your mother)
[personal profile] alwayscomeback
Who: Sokka, maybe some Maglor, and you!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: Backdated a couple days ago - before the new planet mingle

[The feed opens up to one of the larger, empty rooms in the Iskaulit. There's a few boxes stacked around, but otherwise the room is starkly empty. Sokka grins, raising his arms in the middle of the room. In the background, Maglor seems to be moving stuff out of boxes.]

So, hey guys! Me and Maglor have decided it'd be a great idea to build a forge on the Iskaulit. So many people don't have a clue what they're doing with guns, we figured giving them a chance to have weapons more suited to their time period might help them out a little.

Plus, you know, Atroma can suck it with taking our weapons away from us. We'll just make new ones.

ANYhoo, it's obviously gonna be a while before it gets set up, but anyone willing to come help build it, or gather materials, that kind of thing would be really appreciated. We'll put your names on a little plaque or something. Hopefully, we'll get something awesome out of this.

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