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!
outstandingbalance: by easycompany (pic#10582594)
[personal profile] outstandingbalance
Who: Natasha Romanoff + Anyone
Broadcast: NA
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit & Planetside
When: 8/15-8/22

Window Shopping

[They won't be hanging around here much longer. Natasha's been here over a year now, she knows the rhythm of these things. Before long, they'll be dragged off to drift for a while before they end up who knows where next time.

Seems like a good time to take advantage of what they have, while they have it.

That means shopping—at least seeing if there's anything she wants before they leave. Bookstores get special attention, and boutiques, but that doesn't mean Natasha won't slip into any number of stores looking at everything from snacks to weapons. If she spots someone she knows while she's out, she's not above dragging them along for opinions. She'll pick up a pair of shoes or a novel or a knife flashing it for inspection.]

What do you think? Worth it?

[She probably won't actually buy it, but it'd be a waste not to at least consider.]

Beach Trip

[Natasha does, in fact, wear a bikini. She just wears strategic cover ups to disguise the major scars on her hip and shoulder. Works well enough, as long as she doesn't get in the water.

It's busy, but she does a pretty good job of not paying attention to the ads. She divides most of her time between a book and watching other people enjoying the sun and surf.

Toward the end of the day, she'll decide it's time for some company.]

I'm pretty sure there's a bar up the beach a little? Looks tacky, and I bet the drinks are watered down.

[She stands, brushing the sand from her wrap.] Coming?


[After weeks of laying low and spending most of her time off ship, Natasha seems to have finally decided to stick around. At least, more than she has been. This morning, she can be found in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and sipping coffee. There's more for anyone who wants it; she made plenty.

She doesn't seem inclined to start a conversation herself, but there's a sense of her paying more attention than she has in a while, quietly marking the coming and going of the crew, maybe doing some kind of mental calculus or maybe just people watching.

It's hard to say with her.]
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.]
ringleadering: (figuring it out)
[personal profile] ringleadering
Who: Rick Grimes and You. (OTA).
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: All around (the ships, Iskaulit etc).
When: Now and onward! Basically, catch all for July.

A. Exploring/Investigation.

[ Given there are now more places to roam around and with his job as security, Rick will be doing just that. No matter where he might be, Rick will have paper and pen in hand, making notes that might appear to not make any sense given they'll be in morse code. He'll also ask questions to anyone who wanders by him, especially about the augments and job details.

When it comes to being on the Iskaulit, Rick will be trying to be find edible food and working out. He needs to run off excess nerves and energy. Also, trying to find a decent drink. So, bother him. ]

B. Glitch!

[ A slight augment glitch will make it so Rick sounds British for a little while but still with hints of his country twang and speech patterns. It'll be a mess and completely frustrating for him. ]

C. Video.

[ Another sudden change left Rick more frustrated than ever but the loss of Daryl and Maggie just twisted a knife worse in him. What happened? Did they return home or had something far worse happened to them? He wanted to believe the former but experience led him to always holding onto the latter.

With a deep sigh, he grabbed for the device to see what the network had to say about things. ]

Everyone is in different places now? [ He paused with a frown. ] Do people leave a lot? Just without warnin'? [ Now, he shook his head, looking sad for a moment. ]

If anybody needs any help with target practice, let me know. [ It would make things feel a little more level for him. Almost like how things were in Alexandria. ]

D. Wild Card.

[ anything else not listed above! if anyone wants to plot or want a starter, hit me up at [ profile] snowflakecrowns. also, the glitch will basically be Rick with Andrew Lincoln's accent. can be listened to here and Rick's accent here! ]

( open ).

Jun. 15th, 2017 02:33 pm
ringleadering: (figuring it out)
[personal profile] ringleadering
Who: Rick Grimes & You.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: On the special part of the ship for the Calibrations.
When: Until his ship placement.

[ Ever since Negan entered into his life, things were all turned upside down and nothing made any sort of sense. But his current predicament took things to a whole new level and he really didn't know what plan of action to use first. He needed a direction to go in but for any to work he first needed information. The strange communication device and the broadcast capabilities seemed his best chance at the moment.

Letting out a deep sigh, he sat down and readied himself, attempting to appear not as frantic or angry by his current situation. In the very least, the scent of blood had faded but the chill lingered as if it seeped too deeply down inside of him. Would the screams ever leave when he happened to fall asleep?

In space. Why would he ever believe in such a thing? It just couldn't be possible. ]

I've had my fill of this and I need to return to my daughter with my people. Things are - the rest of the group needs me. [ A deep sigh passed his slightly cracked lips. ] What is this place? Where am I now? There isn't any information here.

[ Sitting up straighter, he tilted his head to the side. ] What are the demands? The terms of this? [ A negotiation always existed for things and Rick had a lot of experience making them. ]

( action. )

[ Later on, he can be found trying to comb every inch of the place for clues and information. In general, making a complete mess of things. ]
postocular: (029 - okxNRsQ)
[personal profile] postocular
Who: Carl Grimes & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish
When: 6/9/17

I know you can fall asleep and suddenly remember more from home. Didn't think that stuff would still happen if they're just memories.

Has that happened to anyone else? Waking up with something new?

[ action;; Red Fish ]
[ For those on the Red Fish who have paid attention, Carl has been absent for a few days. Only tucked into his bed, but still. If they're quick enough, they could catch him sneaking his way to the medical bay, head tucked toward his chin and hair covering his face. Hiding something? Of course not, there's nothing to hide!

Afterward, he'll be out wandering the halls, white bandage covering half his face and looking a little older than he was when he went to sleep. Still the same twerp, though. ]
edwinjarvis: (pic#11057731)
[personal profile] edwinjarvis
Who: Jarvis and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A (unless you have an idea for something!!)
When: Now-ish. Before everything goes horribly later for us all.

Oh, I've finally figured this whole texting thing out; quite an incredible thing, electronic writing! ヽ(´▽`)/

I do miss the smell of fresh paper and the way ink settles on paper as you write, but I cannot deny this is positively enjoyable.

Look at what a young gentleman from the last waystation had shown me. They are all the craze in Japan, I've been told! o(^▽^)o

The idea is using symbols to create faces. (♥o♥)

A means of conveying emotion without relying solely on punctuation or italics or what have you. 

I feel so very old already, and I'm not even 40!! ⊙﹏⊙ I suppose I'll be very old myself when these things finally start to evolve.

ヾ(・ω・*)ノ Please tell me, from those in later years, what sort of changes to writing has happened since the 1940's? The progress is so very impressive.

If you will excuse me! I must complete my ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ daily gym visit, but I will reply ASAP.

As soon as possible, that is. :))))


(╭ರᴥ•́) I believe this one is a dog in a monocle.


May. 26th, 2017 05:59 pm
itstheirworld: (09)
[personal profile] itstheirworld
Who: Enid
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, and later the SS Vanquish
When: right now

Marsiva - action + network
[Waking with a start in an instinctual panic that takes away from her normally pretty features, the first few minutes of this girl on the feed are nothing new. She jumps up quickly to the unfamiliar surroundings knowing in her gut this is wrong and feeling she has to find a way out, to run home before the person responsible came back. But more and more, as the seconds pass, it becomes clearer to her the situation goes beyond an average kidnapping. There device filming her is something she first ignores thinking what any person from her world would: it is non-functioning and there only as a reminder of what was. She's smart though and soon sees it is actually filming her. She can imagine a few reasons why, like ensuring she wasn't laying in wait to jump out and fight if they came back, but she pushes the reasons she comes up with to the back of her mind so they don't away from her concentration. She locates the communications device as she is supposed to.

The panic on her features fade for forced calmness, courage. She stands there facing the screen, finding it in her to make a statement, before deciding to voice them to the world or whom ever was watching.]

I don't know why you took me. [She pauses for a moment, taking a breathe in. Clearly she doesn't remember how it happened either by the small uncertain look on her face.] But if you just let me go, I promise I won't cause you any trouble. No one will come bother you after. Do we have a deal?

SS Vanquish - action
[What good is one surprise without another? Just when she thinks she is getting her bearings with where she was, Enid teleports to the bridge of another place she doesn't recognize at all. The SS Vanquish. With the confetti, the tune of music meant to be welcoming, and cupcakes somehow in hand, she freezes in place with a look of shock, without batting an eyelash at anyone that approuch.]
namisan: (Default)
[personal profile] namisan
Who: SS Bloodsport and visitors!
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Bloodsport
When: 26 May onwards!

[You know the last time we had one of these was three months ago?  Things have been that quiet.

Or, y'know, we've all been busy with espionage.  Such is life.]


May. 22nd, 2017 08:12 pm
dirtyredneck: (Neutral Distant (5))
[personal profile] dirtyredneck
Who: Daryl Dixon
Broadcast: Unfiltered Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva if anyone else is on it just yet (he's alone isn't he?)
When: Today

[The subject of this post obviously doesn't know he's being recorded. This is the Marsiva being all nice and broadcasting it's latest arrival's first steps in his new world for all the universe to see.

He's first shown wearing nothing but a frumpy, sweatsuit that's seen many, many, many better days (even with the cleaning that had happened) marked with an "A" on the front. His hair is in his face, dirty and greasy and it looks like it hadn't been washed in weeks. It hides his identity for the time being as he shuffles around the medical bay, quietly exploring his surroundings. He's rubbing at his right side, just below the shoulder, on his chest.

Every so often he reaches out to brush fingers lightly over a surface or an item as he moves out of the medical bay and into the main living quarters where he'll be for the week. Though he doesn't quite know that yet, of course. He keeps shuffling along until he reaches the bunks and lockers. He opens one to find clothing in his size.

The camera doesn't pan away as he shucks his sweatsuit - under which he's wearing nothing - and the scars littering his back are visible for all to see. A mess of parallel lines scattered across every inch of skin and interrupting the tattoo on the right half (a pair of what could be angels or could be demons, hard to tell). It's not visible for long, because he's quick to pulls on the offered briefs and undershirt. The jumpsuit comes next and it being sleeveless is a blessing to him because he prefers the sleeveless life. But in terms of viewership, it allows his nicely muscled arms to remain seen. Once more his fingers stray to his right side, just below his shoulder, on his chest. Like he expects something to be there that isn't.

He apparently has a thing against shoes because he doesn't pull any on as he turns back around, front to whatever camera was trained on him. Finally lifts his head enough for his face to be seen before he starts looking around for a communications array.

It's only when he gets to a console and brings up the menu that the video switches to a close up shot of his face. Exactly what one would expect from a ship to ship video feed.]

Alright, asshole, I'm pulling up the 'appropriate communication channels' so get your ass over here and answer me.

[The words came out as a low, annoyed grumble that didn't have much force to it. Apparently the silence of the feed up to that point had been intentional.]
edwinjarvis: frakkingcylon @ IJ (pic#10840920)
[personal profile] edwinjarvis
Who: Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Closed to Peggy, but can add action if wanted; he's aboard the Tourist.
When: Nowish.

[Closed to Peggy]

[When Jarvis wakes up from his short but rested coma (oh, memories, rushing in), he practically sits straight up like a mummy from a Universal picture — Dottie Underwood! The sample! Sousa's marriage in shambles! Miss Carter had a rebar through her stomach and he disabled bombs that could have killed them all — wow, he feels faint all over again. But no time to dawdle; he slips into his jacket and pulls on a coat and adjusts his tie, and ultimately he ends up walking into the Starstruck with a bit more urgency than he usually does.

Perhaps he should have checked to see if Miss Carter was here at the moment, but he's a bit discombobulated. The quiet guard dog (and his old, actual dog) points with a thumb over his shoulder toward the Captain's room and Jarvis, albeit hesitant after their last squabble in her room (family, family, family, it'd been about family, yes, he remembers clearly now), quickly makes his presence known.]

A rebar! You could have done well to inform me of your peril beforehand!

[... Did she tell him about it? He can't remember. His fleet memories are a bit murky. He will be outraged anyway, or... okay, not outraged, but indignant, aloof, hands on his hips and a huffy frown on his face. He's hard to take seriously. Also, hello, I'm awake.]

You gave me a fright!

[Much, much later, he's doing something he was expecting to do days ago:]


Well...! Hello. If we haven't met yet, my name is Edwin Jarvis — a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and "Jarvis" will do just fine. [He seems a bit nervous, just a bit, because he's never actually done something like this before, but... well. He's had a little time to mull it over, and it just seems more and more important to get this over with.] You may know me from cooking here and there around the fleet; the Tourist especially.

But it's come to my attention that we don't have an actual eatery of any kind aboard the Iskaulit. Two bars are crucial, of course, especially under stressful circumstances, but one needs nourishment. Especially after bar hopping. Something to sap up all of that alcohol, one imagines.

So with that in mind... I will be formally opening a new bistro of sorts, called The Melting Pot. Currently I'm interested in any cooks who may be interested in working some hours there; I don't have a concrete menu yet, but as the name suggests, I'm more than happy to bring in dishes from across all worlds or ethnicity. Please, feel free to contact me if you would like. We're also in need of waiters or waitresses to take orders, if you prefer. It may be slow work considering we're a relatively small community, but it will be time spent and money earned regardless.

[He has his glasses on as he scribbles something down. A stray thought.]

Also, more importantly...

What is everyone's favorite foods?

Perhaps popular recommendations will be added to the future Melting Pot menu.
youdontneedapictureofme: (3)
[personal profile] youdontneedapictureofme
Who: Maggie Greene (Rhee)
Broadcast: video;
Action: Planetside
When: Now

[Maggie has been doing her usual habit of keeping busy working in the lab, with a side of exploring the new terrain that they've found themselves on. For once she's actually taking some time to relax and it's a nice change when compared to how immersed she was in working to help those sick on the last major planet they were on.]

I was wondering - given the circumstances on one of the most recent planets - if there are other worlds like it that have sick people? Infected and the like. Not that there'd be any connection, but it'd be interesting to hear people's stories. Also this place seems less indigenous than the last one and I vaguely remember someone mentioning they wanted to start a school? It'd be a good idea to gather supplies while we can and for all of us to pitch in to make that happen. Even if a lot of us are a bit too old for the school thing, I don't think it's a bad idea. There's art supplies all over so we can make use of things like paper and pencils and they'll probably have textbooks to help give it a start?

[She looks thoughtful.]

It's just a thought.


Apr. 19th, 2017 02:15 am
collegedropout: (pic#9962858)
[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Video.
Action: Bloodsport.
When: Now-ish!


[Sam has been mostly doing his usual thing - that is, collecting information about the new place, primarily the unnatural wild life. He even got a pet rock for shits and giggles, though he has kind of abandoned it on his little desk in his room, which he's finally sitting down at after a long day of working. He's humored himself in buying something more rocker-style, all thanks to some of the interesting shops down on the asteroid belts. With a grin he says -- ]

Well? Let's hear it: weird crap you've bought, go.

[He slides the pet rock box over, chuckling.]

... These were popular for a short time on earth, in the 70's. Some guy just... chatted with some buds in a bar about how hard it was to take care of actual pets, so he made these and sold over a million of them -- in fact, it made him a millionaire. Pretty impressively weird, right? Maybe even the most successful selling of weird. Unless you guys can top that.

At least Beanie Babies are kind of cute on a shelf. A pet rock -- who knows.

But now I can fit in with everyone who has an animal aboard. I bet you guys 20 credits mine is easier to potty train.

castrationfist: (pic#10522067)
[personal profile] castrationfist
Who: A ~mysterious anonymous text post~ and you!
Broadcast: Anonymous text
Action: The Vanquish, if you can figure her out.
When: Now!

[Caster's bored, and she hasn't started a war in a while, so at some point when no one's looking too hard, an anonymous text post appears on the network:]

Which are cuter, cats or dogs?


Apr. 8th, 2017 02:19 pm
recipio: (pic#10715459)
[personal profile] recipio
Who: Carl Grimes & You
Broadcast: Network
Action: Red Fish
When: 4/8

[ The feed opens up in the Red Fish's cargo bay, a large crate opened up and its contents strewn on the floor almost like they're being sorted. Some of the labels can be seen and they're odd flavors and they're followed by some commentary as Carl picks them up. ]

Honey avocado? Cayenne chocolate? Eugh.. Black licorice??

[ The video shakes as he turns the camera around to frame his very confused expression. ]

So I guess this is one of those sponsor drops? I'd say thanks to whoever, but these are... weird. So I guess if anybody wants weird flavored pudding, come to the Red Fish. [ There's a little shuffling as he picks up a sheet of paper and waves it.

It came with one of these, which a lot of people have been getting.

Carl Grimes likes to yell at people when they're asleep.

Carl Grimes once ate 112 ounces of pudding.

Carl Grimes can't take his hat off.

Carl Grimes got shot by a deer.

Compared to the ones other people have been getting? It's not that bad.
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.]

willynilly: (happiness is the truth)
[personal profile] willynilly
Who: Uraraka Ochako | OTA
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Starstruck, Iskaulit
When: Today, after the fleet leaves the system

[Cue Ochako setting the communicator up and bouncing back, waving like it's some kind of peppy vlog. Cheers, everyone!]

Back to space we go! I don't know about everybody else, but I'll be glad that I don't have to keep wringing my clothes out all the time.

Anyway! That's not the point of this! While we're here, I was thinking... we've got a lot of kids with special abilities around here now, don't we? Or even just kids who wanna get stronger. The fleet is mostly safe, but sometimes things happen, and... well! Everyone benefits when we know what we're doing, right? Right!

Okay, so for everybody who doesn't know him, my teacher, Aizawa-sensei, is here! He's kind of a recluse so you probably wouldn't think it but he's really strong, and his teaching skills are top-notch! Back home, he's my homeroom teacher at the best heroics school in the world! He knows what's what. I bet he could teach anyone.

I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice to have a school here? Not just for superpowers, though I think that sort of thing is important... but I've never been out of school this long in my life. I feel like I'm getting dumber by the day. And it could be fun! We could make a classroom on the Iskaulit, we could get books and put together a real class and- oh, uniforms! We could get uniforms if we wanted!

Anyone interested!?

( Wandering )

[Ochako starts off on the Starstruck, taking care of her various chores while she covers responses, but at some point she'll venture over to the Iskaulit, poking around some of the rooms - both existing and unclaimed - to scout out what space is free in the vicinity of the library. She's humming to herself some upbeat song, visibly and very obviously in a good mood.]
steeledskin: (# of all you've left behind)
[personal profile] steeledskin
Who: Sansa Stark and you!
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish and Iskaulit
When: Today

Even the Fleet can be a harrowing and disquieting place at times, despite how fond we might become of our ships and our associates. I find I cannot escape the frayed nerves I felt during the raid last month. [ margaery might be gone, but even now sansa is taking cues from her braver friend. she writes in months, now, and not in moons. just as marge had done. ]

In times of trouble, what helps you feel most safe? Secure? I meditate -- but it's been helping little and less. [ ... ] Is it shameful and craven that I should rely upon my family and my fellow crew so much and so often? I fear that without them I would be all at sea.

Will a familiar face accompany me to the Iskaulit, today? I haven't been in ages and I miss the gardens.

[ today is one of sansa's better days. she's sitting in a common area with a bit of busywork stretched across her lap. ser allen had asked for some alterations to be made of his wardrobe, and she's found solace in this distraction. while she sews, she hums: old hymns from home. sansa hasn't done much singing in the more-than-a-year since her arrival, but it turns out her voice is sweet and accomplished.

she greets the crew when they pass by. heavens help us all, she smiles when they pass. ]

[ after a comfortable reconnaissance with an able escort, sansa returns to the iskaulit in the evening -- or for whatever passes as evening when you're sailing through the stars. she goes cloaked and with her heart set upon a more solitary visit to the gardens now that she's proven to herself she can step foot upon it again. but her communications device is gripped tightly in hand should she witnesses any lions while she prays -- kneeling in the narrow aisle of a garden that's more pragmatic than anything else. even so, it'll have to do.

and when she's done she steals her way through the quieter corridors on the iskaulit. she's such a rare sight in these halls that it wouldn't be unusual to mistake her for a newer member of the fleet. ]

Most Popular Tags