ginger_firebird: (Mantis Hush)
[personal profile] ginger_firebird
Who: Mantis and Thee
Broadcast: Yass! (And action, too.)
Action: Planetside
When: Throughout the day

A. Fortune Telling

It takes quite a bit to make a sufficiently mystic looking stand fit for fortune telling. Start with a space in the market, a table to sit at, chairs to sit on, and then you get into the real accessories. An umbrella to keep the sun off was the least of what one needed and having some strings of beads and shells hanging off of it to create that little bit of distracting sound to catch a wandering eye. The table, of course, had a lovely dyed blue scarf over it that had been carefully tied off to the legs so nothing flew off unnecessarily. Lastly came his sign to boast the name of his little attempt at enterprise: Blue Starlight.

He had wanted to go with White Starlight, given that heat is at it's most intense with a white hue, but that didn't seem quite as catchy to him and white scarfs would stain so much easier. Thus, Mantis is well situated in a quieter corner of the market. He worries that he is making too bold a claim without anything approaching a license to sell and such, but no one seems to pay him more mind than most do when seeing his mask. You have to be a certain kind of patron to come close to man dressed like that, and he is very much counting on that curiosity to justify the prices he had set. All that he has to do is wait for someone who wants a pretty lie.

B. The Beach

More distracting than the prospect of money is the prospect of relaxation. On Earth, you had to travel quite a bit to find ocean waters quite this blue. He can see all kinds of shells in the surf and that was enough to justify buying a pail to carry around as he wades along the shoreline. His pants are rolled well and up to his knees and his boots were carefully hidden in the shade of his small camp made of his fortune telling supplies, minus the sign hidden away. Good leather anything trembles at the very sound of a wave crashing on the sand.

Now and then he stops to pluck up a new shell. Each one is carefully shaken in the water to clean it off before being put in the pail.

C. Broadcast

Now quite done with lying and seashell collecting, Mantis is in his chair under the umbrella, having set up his communications device on the table. He's quiet for a few seconds before turning his head to look at the feed.

"I'm sure most of us have had time to reel from our dreams, if they can be called that. A broadcast sent out earlier confirmed what I had been wondering about the dream I had. This planet might not be around for much longer. Mine was filled with fire and death following a period of darkness. I don't know most of the science behind it, but it might be connected to the sun I am currently hiding from. They can die out, and when they do, they sometimes explode."

He sits back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other.

"Now, I could be wrong and this planet might be on the brink of several volcanic eruptions instead, but something is going to happen. If a planet can 'sing' and aliens exist, so can prophetic visions. We can't save the planet if any of what these visions have shown will come to pass, so let's enjoy it while we're all still here."
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[personal profile] poisontippedcure
Who: Rose and You!
Broadcast: Yes, at least for part of it.
Action: Around Eyuzi + Red Fish
When: September 2nd - 10th!

[The SS Red Fish]

[To say that Rose was having a rough first day would be an understatement. She'd been shuffled onto the Red Fish almost immediately after arriving on the Marsiva, and the fleet had docked in Eyuzi only a few hours after that.]

[All of this (combined with the lovely hum of the new system) combine to make one very, very sick Miqo'te. Rose spends most of her first full day on the fleet in her room, trying not to feel like she's dying. For the little bit of time that she feels well enough, she'll head over to the kitchen, and then the bridge.]

[Rose tries her best to be put together, but today is an obvious exception. Any of her crew mates who notice her will see that she's more than a little disheveled, and very unhappy. Approach at your own risk?]


[Once she finally gets her space legs, Rose immediately heads out to Lyuku, and is surprised to find how much she enjoys it.]

[She even voluntarily goes on one of the "Star Tours," which seems like a good idea until the tour actually begins. Anybody who is "lucky" enough to be in the same tour group with her might hear somebody snickering or making a less than kind comment under her breath. For someone who was raised in a superstitious tribe, Rose is surprisingly critical of other superstitious beliefs.]

[Once the group breaks to stargaze, however, she becomes almost uncharacteristically calm and respectful. For anybody who was waiting for a good chance to talk to her, this is the best one.]

[Broadcast, Fleetwide - September 4th]

[Is by the pool on a cruise ship a good place for a serious broadcast? Of course it is.]

So, I haven't been here very long, and I'm not sure what counts as normal, but I'm positive this isn't it.

I have a few questions, a lot of questions actually, for those that have been here longer. I don't know how I got here, and the only answer that I've been given is that we were summoned here by a group called the Atroma, to be used for entertainment.

Where I come from, kidnapping was never considered polite, but the offending parties were always courteous enough to be honest about their motivations. I know 'Entertainment' isn't the only reason the Atroma brought us here. I'd like to speak with anyone who's found out more.


[Rose will be on the cruise until the 6th, after which she'll be at Yanti Rock and Eynewa's Bow.]
maledictus_semper: credit@maledictus_semper (on a journey)
[personal profile] maledictus_semper
Who: Ardyn Izunia and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish + Eyuzi System
When: Today


Does anyone feel a It's as though something or someone is calling out to us with powers. I can feel it through my veins like a magnet drawing me closer, aiming to catch me in it's net. A pulsing energy like I've never experienced before. Then, there's the melody like singing. We must be approaching something....a planet maybe? I must say this feeling is rather new to me, although I've felt effects like this before, this one is on a new level altogether. Perhaps, I am quite mad, but I do feel this. If anyone else can relate to me on this it would be appreciated, just so I can feel a little more comfortable.

[Ardyn doesn't know that his broadcast might take a little longer to reach fellow crew members, due to the static within the air. It's all to do with the arrival to the new planet...]

Eyuzi system:

Fortune Telling:

[Ardyn had decided to give it a go. Why not? It was just a fantasy after all, right? He had never really believed in gypsy witchcraft, so why should he now, just because he was on an alien planet? Smirking softly, he picked up a palm scanner and wondered if it would indeed tell his fortune.]

Does anyone believe in all of this? I find it hard to believe that any of this could actually work.

[He spotted other trinkets, cards, herbs and other items, which were supposed to help tell your fortune. A waste of money? Perhaps. Was anyone else falling for it?]

Cruise Ship:

[Now, this was more Ardyn's style. Sitting comfortably with a glass of red wine in his hand, the Chancellor stared out of the window at the rolling waves being swept up by the boat. Ah, it was almost like being at home. Galdin Quay came to mind and also Altissia. Such beauty. He sipped his wine and wondered who else would venture aboard the boat in search of some sanctuary away from the metal prison in space.]

Ah, this is the life. It's nice to actually smell the salty air once more. Too long have we been cooped up like animals in a cage aboard the ships.

[He got up to walk along the deck to take in more of the view. He might even have a hot bath soon to ease his aches. Oh, such luxury!]


[Well now, Ardyn might be holding a rainbow snake within his fingers, as he offered the trader a wry smile. He wasn't afraid of the reptiles, oh no. He loved them. Yet, he wasn't sure the Red Fish would be a suitable habitat for the snake, so he allowed the animal to slither back to his master. A shame.]

You know, he would have kept me company, yet I believe space may be too cold for this little fellow. Alas, I could have had a friend for life.

[Ardyn sighed and then moved to another stall, checking out the merchandise and wondering what, or if, he should spend his currency on.]


Have at thee.
girlverine: (Prepared to go.)
[personal profile] girlverine
Who: Red fist Fish Crew and anyone visiting them!
Broadcast: Maybe?
Action: Definitely!
When: Drift Week! But really any time end of August/Beginning of September.

As the fleet sets out on another drift through space, come and hang out with the Red Fish!
ginger_firebird: (Mantis Sigh)
[personal profile] ginger_firebird
Who: Mantis / Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: In a quiet corner
When: Now


[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.
starless_sky: (Ready as I'll ever be)
[personal profile] starless_sky

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Kayanni System, the city
When: NOW

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.

They were laughing and crying and holding each other tight. They were in their own world for the time being. But the RECEPTION starts now. And that's what everyone really came for. There's alcohol, food in a buffet, and cake
 . Those of you at the cake tasting with them may notice the flavor you recommended is available as a donut! All of the suggested flavors are availalble, it was hard to decide who didn't get their favorite and what ONE flavor to make an entire cake out of. It didn't sit well with either of them. 

Also sparklers
  There is a table with a few gifts on it, but it contains a large display of long sparklers with matches and a bucket of water saying "Please light up our night!" 

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!



mrfancyhat: (051)
[personal profile] mrfancyhat
Who: Chuuya Nakahara
Broadcast: Fleetwide
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.]
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[personal profile] valyrianstorm
Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Wonderduck.
When: Evening.

[Sitting in one of the pilot seats, violet eyes bright as she maneuvers the controls with deft, small hands, Daenerys seems to be totally in her element. Flying awakens a whole new side to her - one hungry for adventure and freedom. How could she possibly be freer than when she is amongst the stars?]

I have been wondering...

Where does one go for strong drinks and pleasurable company? You cannot convince me all aboard the Fleet abstain from alcohol and sex.

[She leans back, then, tilting her head impishly.]

If that is a term we must fulfill, I can think of others I would rather take my place.
maledictus_semper: credit@maledictus_semper (smarmy bastard)
[personal profile] maledictus_semper
Who: Ardyn Izunia and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Today


Such a curious sensation indeed. Oh yes.

[You will switch on to see Ardyn sat in his cabin clutching his head with his eyes closed, whilst sat on the end of his bed. A glass of something, which looked like space wine, was close by to hand. He had his eyes closed in deep concentration, as he frowned deeply, sighing almost in pleasure.]

Yes, yes.....ah, now I can see more into your minds. Oh, is that....Lady Lunafreya? Prompto? Noctis? Dear Ignis even. If only I could project my thoughts deeper through space. Yet, the power isn't strong enough, not yet. But hopefully it will be soon.

[That's right; he's using his new Telepathic powers to try and project images of himself into the minds of certain people. His friends from Eos mainly, but he might even project his mind onto other crew members on other ships by mistake. Sorry, guys. This man is slightly unhinged to say the least. Arrogant, cocky and just a bastard.]

The Red Fish:

Cargo Hold:

I don't think fiend!

[A bright flash and a crackling noise, as Ardyn launched a fireball at the nearest punch bag. That's right; he's practicing his magic and accuracy towards the punch bag within the gym area. They make good targets it seems.]

Your Majesty, how rude of you to deny me such pleasure in ending your life.

[He muttered under his breath, as he launched an icicle sharp as daggers towards the punch bag this time. It rocked and was already pitted from the fireball. Yet, surprisingly it was still in one piece.]

We could have ended it all together but no. So selfish.

[The man almost growled, as he raised a hand up to freeze the bag solid, then unsheathed his sword, slicing the stiff bag in half. The bottom half of the bag crashing to the floor into tiny pieces.]
ginger_firebird: (Mantis Lonesome)
[personal profile] ginger_firebird
Who: Psycho Mantis and you.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Today

(Video – Fleetwide)

My god, it’s full of stars.

[He wandered around the ship in a bit of a daze. First came the larger ship, then the small celebration welcoming him to the second, and he is just as confused as he was when he first woke up. It’s been a long couple of days for him and he finds his way to the bridge of the ship. Stars. So many stars, He slumps in one of the many chairs nearest the window looking out onto space. There’s a cup of tea in his hand and his head turns between the feed he managed to open and the view.]

It’s a dream, isn’t it? It has to be. I remember what happened.

[He’s still dressed in his leathers, not quite trusting himself to wear the ship standards just yet. It’s so clinical. So real… He curls up more in the chair, lifting his mask a little out of the way to have a sip.]

This ship is called Bishop. Like the clergymen and the chess piece. If…anyone is out there, where is here?

(Action – Bishop)

[Still on the bridge of the ship, Mantis decides to make use of the music system to play something classical in the hopes of soothing some of his confusion. The tea doesn’t hurt either, and he sighs heavily as he tries to count the stars he can see. His malaise is such that someone could reasonably sneak up on him if they were so inclined. He is making good company with the chair he singled out.]

wingenvy: (throw your love around)
[personal profile] wingenvy
Who: Zack Fair / OTA
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: the Caprine
When: Now!

( action; caprine )
[...Alright, so that was. Weird. He was totally just on the Marsiva, but now he's on another ship, apparently! With confetti, and... pudding, which gets set aside for now, because he's sure as hell not trusting random food thrown at him willynilly.

He's more interested in the new ship itself, so he'll be exploring the place, poking his head into whatever room he comes across unless it's locked. Apologies in advance?]

( video; fleetwide )

[Have a Zack! Pulling bits of confetti out of his hair. He looks about as confused as any newcomer, though perhaps not as disturbed. He has officially Seen Some Shit, as one might guess by the semi-glowing blue eyes.]

Testing, testing... okay, we'll pretend this works. It's kinda different from standard issue ShinRa PHS, but it doesn't look that complicated...

Anyway- hey there, fellow space people. Name's Zack. Am I crazy, or are the voices in my head legit when they say I'm on TV? 'Cause, uh. I'd kind of prefer that, at this point. Not really a fan of the random voices concept.

...Aerith? Where'd you end up?

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[personal profile] luxoraculi
Who: Lunafreya and YOU~
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: If you are aboard the First Breath! And a little somethin' somethin' for Noctis....

[ As the feed clicks on, the first thing the view can see is the face of one Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, seated upon her bed which has been neatly made. As a matter of fact, everything in the small space she calls a bedroom looks clean and tidy, as if no one has been sleeping or living in it. There is a very distinguishable lump under the sheets, though -- if one looks hard enough, they may see a tuft or two of midnight black fur. A certain pup has taken residence in her bed, it would seem. But that isn't the point of this broadcast. She flashes a tired smile. ]

Good evening, everyone. I wanted to issue out a formal apology for those of you whom may have seen some things a few days ago. [ Oh, you remember. During calibrations. ] I pray that you will forgive me for any trouble being stuck with me may have caused, or the visions you may have seen.

[ With that said, she offers a tiny, apologetic bow. She knows not all of the visions -- memories, whatever they were -- were not the most pleasant, and she truly does regret that people had to see any of them at all. But she straightens soon enough, hands folding in her lap once more. ]

Even with the chaos, I managed to meet some wonderful new people, and I must say I feel extremely blessed to have made such wonderful friends within the fleet. [ Ya'll know who she's talking about. ] There are even more people here now, and I look forward to meeting each and every one of you. I especially look forward to meeting and getting to know all of my new crew mates. Bless you all.

[ Just before the feed cuts, Luna can be seen offering one more polite bow. For those aboard the the First Breath, feel free to come hang out with her. Meet Umbra! Just say hello! ]
universal_charm: (Oh Come ON)
[personal profile] universal_charm
Who: Jim Kirk & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Tourist if you want to speak to him in person
When: Now! Right now!

[ The video comes on and Kirk fills the screen, looking somewhere between perturbed and amused, maybe even a touch confused. Or was it miffed? Either way it's a slightly odd expression and just to his left is sitting a basket most everyone should be familiar with now. It is opened, though the food stuffs is left untouched (for now - he's not Looma, okay?).

He picks one of the items up off the table beside him and holds it up - it's a picture of a bird with some words atop it that read: 'I took a calculated risk, but man, am I bad at math' and titled on the frame as "Self Portrait". ]

I feel this is a very sassy and unwarranted attack on my character, Atroma. Is there something you're trying to tell me?
morphitudinous: (control)
[personal profile] morphitudinous
Who: Billy Cranston and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: S.S. Red Fish
When: July 9th, the return to the ship

[Billy is relieved to be back on the Red Fish, and that thought depresses him slightly. But that relief is fleeting. Much to the annoyance of his crewmates, he immediately rolls up his sleeves and gets to work---but not without contacting the rest of the crew first.]

Hello again, everyone. I'm not exactly sure I'm glad to be back here, but it's...almost comforting, isn't it? After everything, and what we now have to live with it might not be, but...

We've been absent from our vessels for a long time, and that's more than long enough for strange things to happen to them. Has anyone found any changes to themselves or their ships that they didn't apply for? Or has that happened in the past? Too many possibilities to think about.

[He signs off and continues his search. Of course, Billy could always be stopped from noticing changes thanks to the augment, but he still has to try. He'll continue to bother his crewmates with his hurried panel-tinkering, and they may notice that his movements are quick and jerky, almost as if he's over-caffeinated.]
timelysteward: (Resting Bitch Face)
[personal profile] timelysteward
[Does this look like a harassed clock with a human face? Does it? Good, because it's Cogsworth, sitting in front of a window on the Marvisa and he looks like he just swallowed about a half a dozen lemons. In his tiny brass hands he is holding a piece of paper, and he keeps fiddling with it, shifting it between his two hands.

He puts one brass hand up to his mouth, clears his throat, and then fumbles with the paper for a moment. Could he be ... nervous? It's possible.

Lips pressed together, the time hands on his face twitching, he states flatly.]

Hello. My name is Cogsworth and I am a ... [now he has to look at the word.] Ho-mo-sexual. I realize that I am a ... clock, but I assure you that I am not a ho-mo-sex-ual clock, but a ho-mo-sex-ual man. I have been ... told. Rigorously.

[Here he is glowering.]

That I need to ... 'embrace' this. So. If there are any ... individual males who would not mind ... being complimented by a ... human clock, then, ah. Please! Come forward.

[Okay he'll try a smile but it's more of a sheepish grimace at this point. God help him.]
maledictus_semper: credit@maledictus_semper (smarmy bastard)
[personal profile] maledictus_semper
Who: Ardyn and YOU!
Broadcast: Open Broadcast
Action: Kitchens of Marsiva
When: July 4th

How long will it be until we can return, or rather, be returned to our ships I wonder? Such odd occurrences have happened aboard this ship over the last month or so. These rooms involving our pasts and memories of others, quite unnerving I have to say.

[The calibrations. How could you not notice when your life was like an open book for anyone to wander in at will. Ardyn didn't like it, not one bit.]

I seem to have been granted a few little presents from our esteemed masters though....

[He offered a small chuckle in amusement, as he moved to fill up a glass of something, since he was in the kitchen of the Marsiva.]

....upgrades they call them. Augment adjustments to these strange little chips in our heads. Has anyone else had one and found themselves gifted with power they never had before? Telepathy is such a useful gift to have, since those Atroma robbed me of my abilities when they dumped me aboard this space prison.

[He took a sip of the liquid and smiled slowly. Wine? Possibly.]
namisan: (snark fu)
[personal profile] namisan
Who: Nami
Broadcast: Yup
Action: Kitchens of the Marsiva
When: July 3

[Look at the date.  And they're still on this piece of shit ship.  Kind of takes all the desire to celebrate anything right out of her sails.

...god knows how old she is now anyway.]

If you have any decent booze stashed away in your room, wanna help a girl out?  The Atroma's stocks are running low, and it sucks to begin with.

[Yeah, guess what she's doing in the kitchen.  Don't worry, if you come looking for said limited Atroma stocks, she'll still share.]
musicalhost: (neutral)
[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.
brothersboots: (08b)
[personal profile] brothersboots
Who: Anonymous and You
Broadcast: Network wide text
Action: The Blameless, if you can see her
When: Today only

So, I've been here a while [a month] and I can't but notice that there's a lot of downtime, even when we're attached to a planet, or a bunch of rocks like last time.

What in the world is so interesting? There's only so much "bonding" anyone can take. Is it really that entertaining to those losers who supposedly watch this reality play thing?

[If anyone recognizes her attitude or her speakin/typing style, feel free to find her on The Blameless.]
maledictus_semper: credit@maledictus_semper (cunning)
[personal profile] maledictus_semper
Who: Ardyn Izunia and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish [catch all]
When: Now

SS Red Fish:


[Ardyn hadn't planned on having the feed being knocked on so others could see it but it seemed he wasn't in a very good mood right now. He was looking into the bathroom mirror staring at his face. His amber eyes reflecting back at him.]

Can I die here? Will you take my life away from me?

[He wasn't talking to himself, not really. He was talking to the Atroma.]

Once immortal due to a curse now you imprison me, causing me to become like a weak-minded fool. How can I end this suffering you bring to me?

[Ardyn gripped the wash basin within his fingers, tightening the grip, before looking up and smashing his fist into the mirror. Glass shot everywhere, whilst the Chancellor felt a slight pain in his knuckles where he struck the glass. There was blood too. He growled out in annoyance more than pain, as he then slammed a fire ball where the mirror used to be, causing it to singe the wall. He is angry. Fucked off.]


[If anyone aboard the Red Fish will notice, Ardyn is at his station at Communications just going about his job. He is quite good at it too. A man with a powerful voice, he now wants to address the fleet with a question or two. He swivelled around from his station and addressed the network.]

Has anyone ever died here and been brought back by the Atroma? I am just wondering how death is treated within this cold vacuum of space. Are our deaths just part of this show to gain viewing figures? Do we actually draw our last breath then get pulled back to the living or do we actually die and get sent back to where we came from?

Can someone enlighten me perhaps?

[He boosted the signal, so hopefully it would reach most within all ships.]


[If anyone wanders into the kitchen they will find Ardyn making some tea; green tea in fact. He's gotten used to the space gel now and while he didn't like it, had gotten used to the fact he had to like it. There was nothing else. The Chancellor poured himself out a cup of the green, steaming liquid and sighed as he drank.]

Not bad. A pity we still don't have a chef but perhaps we will in due time. Now, all we need in this kitchen is some champagne and some red wine. Where is all the elegance?

[He adjusted his hat onto his head, whilst glancing into a cupboard or two to see if there were some red wine or champagne hidden away. Would the Atroma be so kind? Nope. It didn't seem so.]


[If anyone wanders into the bunk area of the Red Fish they will find Ardyn asleep. Very much asleep and......snoring. That's right. This guy is snoring like a train and he has no idea that his hand has just smacked the network feed on.

He's snoring over the network to any of you who can hear him. Oh dear. One exhausted Chancellor snoring. Good luck with that.]

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