Jun. 5th, 2017

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[personal profile] norwaysown
Who: SS Wonderduck crew and friends
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes, on the Wonderduck
When: June

[ Wonderduck mingle for the crew and any visitors. ]
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[personal profile] musicalhost
Who: Ezri Dax and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Caprine
When: 6/5

[Awhile back, she'd toyed with the idea of building a replicator in the hopes of making clothes and more palatable food available to the fleet. And it had taken since about then for Ezri to find all the parts she would need. It might not be incredibly efficient at first but she could improve it gradually once she finished.

Off and on over a couple weeks, she worked at it in the cargo bay and, today, she turns on her communicator with a smile.]

I've been working on a little project lately and I should finish today, I thought I'd share my progress.

[She sets it down, tilted towards the device she's working on and gets back to work. About ten minutes later there's a loud BANG and the immediate area starts filling with smoke. She's quick to smother the cause and then mutters a curse.]

I've been a scientist and and engineer- that should have worked.


Jun. 5th, 2017 11:03 pm
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Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit.
When: Any time this month!


(The ever reclusive red-haired Elf has set himself a project. Some of the blades he has forged are before him and he is using a small tool to engrave patterns upon them. His fiery hair is tied back, revealing the scars on his face and the tip missing from one of his ears.)

My brother has offered to forge items for those interested. I happily join him in that endeavor and I think myself capable of making weapons other than swords, daggers and the like. Do not think a project impossible; if we can find the parts, we will see it done.

(His deep voice is calm, but there is something distant - sad - about it. To those with keen eyes, he may look pale and tired.)



(When he is not working on his blades - or other projects - Maedhros - all seven plus feet of him - can be found wandering the Iskaulit, his gaze distant and his lips moving as he mumbles to himself. Likely in ancient Quenya.

No, no, he's fine.)

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