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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.]
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[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: (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.]
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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[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.]
universal_charm: (Crying / Scared)
[personal profile] universal_charm
Who: Jim Kirk + You
Broadcast: Yes; everyone
Action: The Tourist
When: Now


[ When Kirk's face appears on the screen, there is a weariness to him. Had his eyes been red rimmed one might have thought he had been crying. Maybe he had and he just hid it well. His shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and there was no joy in his eyes, or a smile hiding in the corner of his lips. In fact, for a few solid heartbeats he says nothing, just looks into the camera as if waiting for someone to stop him from what he is about to say. ]

For all those that knew him, Leonard McCoy has been returned home.

He will be sorely missed.

[ Kirk looks like he wants to say more. Knows he should say more. Captains needed to say more and be strong for everyone else, that was what they did, but he couldn't. Not this time. It was to much this time.

So he just takes a breath and reaches up, shutting off the feet. ]


[ His message sent out, after exhausting all possible reason for him to be elsewhere and unreachable, Kirk slumped in the chair he sat in, resting his forehead against his clasped hands. For a long moment his room is quiet, almost deathly so - ]


[ The shout, followed by the sharp crash of glass shattering against a wall, the wet slop of liquid hitting the floor. Then silence. ]
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[personal profile] timelysteward
[The first angle you see of the phone screen is, strangely enough, looking up at one of the ceilings of the Marivisa. Out of the corner of the screen, you can the edge of a shelf, or perhaps a desk. Slowly peering over the edge, you can see a small, Baroque style clock.

Which has eyes. And a mouth. And it's two hands twitch on the side of his small mechanical face like whiskers. You cannot believe you can make this out, but yes, it does in fact look like the clock is scowling downwards.

Then sighing. Rather dramatically, at that. Then the clock disappears. There is the sound of wood scuffling across metal, then a 'Careful Cogsworth, careful waaaugh!', and the sound of a crash as something wooden slips off of something plastic and then down to something hard. Like the metal floor.

After a moment, the phone is tilted back up into the clock's face, and it growls at all of you in an impossibly posh British accent.]

I don't know where I am. I don't know where this is. I don't know what is happening. But whatever It is? It is somehow Lumiere's fault!
morphitudinous: (compact disc)
[personal profile] morphitudinous
Who: Billy Cranston
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: one evening, right now

[It's been fairly quiet on the Red Fish this month, at least with what little time he's spent on it. He's finally started to pad his bank account with all those races and shifts at the garage, but the recent events he'd been on the periphery of? He's now a little worried about their situation.

And a recent conversation with a friend has brought something to mind.]

Hey everyone,

I understand if this is too personal of a question to answer a stranger, but when applying for augment upgrades, what do you tend to focus on? I was initially thinking about improving my station, but knowing what could be out there...improving our self-defense abilities might be the wiser option. We're sitting ducks regardless, but maybe we could use sharper beaks?

Perhaps coordinating with the rest of the ship is the best course, but things change so quickly. I'm worried.

[No more stretching metaphors for Billy. He just smiles and turns back to his work, and passengers of the Red Fish will find him twisting bolts a little more aggressively than usual.]

001; video

May. 23rd, 2017 05:06 pm
volitans: (38)
[personal profile] volitans
Who: Sam Wilson
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.

[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.

-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.

[sam what r u even on about]

Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?


May. 5th, 2017 11:27 pm
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[personal profile] goldkiss
Who: Victor Nikiforov and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva's Hospitality Deck (common area)
When: Shortly after he wakes up and has had time to explore a bit, so sometime in the middle of the "day"

[The video shows a man wearing a black T-shirt and coat. He is smiling and seems to be happy and cheerful. He has the strap of a sports bag over his shoulder. One hand is to his face, a finger touching his lips.

Despite having just woken up in the middle of space with no idea how he got here, he seems completely at ease.]

I wish someone had told me I was going to be on television today. Honestly, I'm grateful that you took me on my way home from practice because it means I have my skates, but I would have dressed up for the occasion had I known. A nice suit perhaps? At least a decent sweater. [He hand moves down to grip the sports bag's strap.]

I could look so much better given a little bit of notice. [Then he winks, and it's not clear if that's meant for anyone who is receiving this message, the much bigger audience they're told exists, or just because he likes winking.

Then, after a moment, he gets to the true purpose of this message.]

Oh, and if anyone has seen Yuuri Katsuki please let me know. He's Japanese, about 173 centimeters in height, has black hair and brown eyes, and wears glasses. Let him know that Victor is looking for him if you see him, hm?


May. 5th, 2017 01:00 am
dontfeedplants: (Default)
[personal profile] dontfeedplants
Who: Seymour and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Red Fish
When: Late April (sorry for the late...)

[The feed opens on Seymour, obviously struggling to get the communicator to work. It takes him a few good seconds to realize he's live, and he looks a little sheepish as he speaks.]

Um, hey everyone, I have a question. So I was on one of those asteroids the other day, and I think I was talking to myself about something, I dunno. But people kept giving me money and I heard them saying that I was singing? But I wasn't singing at all.

Does singing mean something else down there? I would have just shrugged it off as someone being drunk if it was just one person, but at least five people came up to me just today.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I have more money now, but I'm kinda freaking out about this.

...I really hope this thing is working right…

((OOC: Anyone who's been around him enough, especially though who are crew members of the Red Fish, should notice that Seymour does in fact break into song when he's talking to himself.))
maledictus_semper: (good looking)
[personal profile] maledictus_semper
Who: Ardyn and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS RED FISH - Catch-all for the fleet
When: Now


Around the Ship:

[If anyone is wandering around the many decks of the RED FISH they will likely find the Chancellor gazing out into the stars. It had been over two months nearly since his arrival and Ardyn Izunia was pondering his fate aboard the ship. The new arrivals last month had caught his attention and now he was wondering about possible ways to contact the Atroma, or try to reason with them at least. Negotiation was something he was good at and he intended to use his skills to get his way out of this cold prison.]

Is this where the stars destined for me to end up? How could you be so cruel to a servant such as me? What have I done to deserve another stab of the blade thrust into my already broken heart?

[Don't mind him. Ardyn loves to spout off poetic verses and riddles. It's just how he speaks.]


[Weapons. Now these were something Ardyn was very interested in. There were no fancy swords aboard the ship but there were some guns. Automatic weapons it seemed. What if they were infused with Magitek? Ardyn wondered what it would be like to have the SS RED FISH equipped with Magitek technology. Surely, it would become the jewel in the fleet? He picked up one of the rifles and examined it.]

Hm, not bad. Yet, it lacks the decorum of a Magitek weapon. If I could infuse it with technology from back home, who knows what these weapons could be capable of?

[He mused to himself, placing the rifle down and moving to admire the space armour. The security crews got the upgraded versions, so he would be wearing one of the more basic armoured variety. Still, he wondered what it would be like with Magitek added. All the possibilities.]

Cargo Hold:

[Now, this was interesting; a gym aboard the ship. Who would have thought? Ardyn adjusted his fedora before taking it off and placing on a nearby bench. This would be a good place to hone his skills, surely? He closed his eyes and placed both hands out in front of him, materialising his sword. At least he could still do that. The Atroma hadn't completely taken away his dignity.

His eyes scanned the room before landing on the 50lb punch bag hanging from it's hook. Smiling to himself, he replaced his weapon with his fist, smashing the bag with a powerful blow, enough to send the bag reeling with the force. The man was dangerous when angered and now he felt like giving the bag a good thrashing. How dare the Atroma imprison him! He could take his frustrations out on the bag for now.]

How kind of you for giving me a whole gymnasium where I can wreak havoc to my heart's content. Yet, I wish it were you I was doing this to.

["You" being the Atroma. That's right. He's kind of pissed at you alien people.

His eyes focused on the feed network, as he faced the bag and sliced it with many shards of ice. His power of the elements was quite intimidating to those who were not used to magic. He smashed the bag, seeing all the icicles fall to the floor.]
this_loser: (ahhh)
[personal profile] this_loser
Who: Prompto and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva
When: Currently

[He thinks he’s still in Zegnautus Keep at first. The bunk feels more comfortable than he remembers, but a slab of rock would feel like a heavenly pillow after being strung up on some weird contraption. It’s only after he’s been staring at a ceiling and not the underside of the upper bunk that it starts to dawn on him. This isn’t one of the dormitories tucked away in the keep.

He sits up, confusion making him slow. This could all be a dream. (Would he know it was a dream if it was a dream? Does that make it not a dream?)]

Must have hit my head…

[He reaches up to test the gash that had been sitting pretty near his temple. And finds nothing. Actually, he’s feeling pretty good all over right now, and isn’t that weird?

His feet carry him to the to the viewing bay. If he’s dreaming, he’s got a killer imagination.]

dontfeedplants: (What am I saying?)
[personal profile] dontfeedplants
Who: Seymour Krelborn and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now

[Seymour wakes up slowly, and at first he doesn't even realize anything is wrong until he suddenly realizes that he had no memory of even trying to go to bed last night with... everything that happened.]

I don't remember...

[His vague confusion quickly grows to near-panic as he realizes he's in a completely unfamiliar area. He almost jumps out of his cot and tries in vain to find some sort of exit to this place.

Of course that stops as soon as he looks out of the window and notices that he is in space. He barely keeps himself from screaming as he tries desperately to now look for anyone else on the ship.]

Hello? Am I dreaming? Or dead?

... Twoey, did you do this?

[He didn't know why Twoey would want to trap him in space, but why couldn't they? They could apparently grant wishes and can talk, and Seymour really had no idea what the extent of their powers were.

... Dear god did he just fall into a trap?]


Apr. 17th, 2017 12:31 pm
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[personal profile] shovelrous
Who: Shovel Knight and all!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marsiva
When: April 17th, morning

[There's a clanking sound, like someone rattling a stack of pots and pans. But for some, it's a recognizable sound of someone sprinting in full armor. It's a short-statured individual in blue and gold as he rushed into the frame from the bottom, where he'd done a number on a few of the robotic equipment that had been poking and prodding at him when he awoke.]

Shield Knight!

[The figure stopped, listened for a response. Upon hearing none, he moved quickly along the blank white walls, ignoring the equipment as his hands flit over the surfaces. He knocked, he listened, and perhaps sought where one portion would be weakest. Here is where he would lower his center and shoulder-ram the wall with all of his might. Rather than give way, the wall was more stalwart than he. He grunted his discomfort and tread back, taking a look around.]

Shield Knight! [Silence.]

Please... I cannot lose you again...

[He balled his fists and stood at the ready. Unarmed, but feisty.]

No. I must not falter. The Tower! Perhaps I am still in the Tower of Fate. But what knave takes a knight's weapon without a contest...?
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[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 ]

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