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 ]

003; video

Apr. 8th, 2017 09:52 pm
beathach: (214)
[personal profile] beathach
Who: Charles and Hank + You Losers
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Blameless
When: Right Now

[two old nerds appear on screen, unboxing a large colouring create with "Congratulations On Your One Year Anniversary!" written on the side in big, bold letters. Inside appears to be plushies of DNA, antibodies, and other related paraphernalia.

Of course, while doing this they're sharing the popular "rumors" about them out loud, for their own amusement. Or bemusement, either or]

Let’s see . . . 'Aliens stole Charles' hair.' I can’t say that’s wrong.

In a manner of speaking, sure.

What else . . . 'Hank is a beast in bed'. Hank, you sly devil.

No comment.

Hmm. 'Hank and Charles are the perfect couple'. I think our students got a hold of this one.

Huh. I just read one lamenting our divorce.

Hold on, what’s this?

[ Charles pulls out a business card ]

Well now . . . I guess I’ll be keeping this.

[Hank's response is to burst into laughter. What a helper]
exothermia: (Heads on a science apart)
[personal profile] exothermia
Who: Heron and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: the Heron
When: April

[Hello birdies! We've got new bunks and a quieter engine, and possibly some rumours stuck to the fridge. What are you getting up to this month?]
expellerhead: (6)
[personal profile] expellerhead
Who: Stefan Salvatore ([personal profile] stefanged), Kitty Pryde ([personal profile] passingthrough), Sokka ([personal profile] alwayscomesback), Jennifer Keller ([personal profile] forsometimenow), Charles Xavier ([personal profile] axiomed), Beverly Crusher ([personal profile] dancingmd), Clay Terran ([personal profile] geonomy)
Broadcast: closed to those listed above
Action: n/a
When: right now

[aizawa's got the 7AM homeroom lecture voice on lock] All right, I've included everybody who expressed interest in teaching at this proposed school on Uraraka Ochako's vlog post...or whatever she's calling it.

Please feel free to discuss and ask questions of each other here, I am by no means in charge of literally anything. [that was ochako's fault, the little shit.] I thought it might be a good idea to organize so this isn't a shitshow. [and so the kids aren't expected to do everything.]

There're some questions down below that I think we could stand to answer so we can get a good idea of each other's experience and areas of expertise, as well as get to know each other as people. While this obviously isn't going to be a conventional school setup, I don't think we should avoid taking this at least a little seriously; some volunteer students will undoubtedly be attending in an effort to regain a sense of normalcy. Think of it as lowkey counseling services.

...that's all from me.


1. Name:
2. Age: (as relevant to species)
3. Subjects to teach:
3a. Level of Mastery
3b. Relevance to life on the Fleet
4. Prior Teaching Experience: (if any; tutoring counts, helping your kid brother with homework counts)
5. Comfort level when dealing with children: (age group most comfortable with, etc. looks like we have a variety of interest)
6. Anything I'm forgetting: (probably a lot)

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.]
redatheart: (pic#8124504)
[personal profile] redatheart
Who: Sayid Jarrah
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Post-Shuffle

[He'd only had a short time aboard the Marsiva before he found himself transported yet again, this time onto the bridge of a much smaller, less immaculate ship. Not long enough to figure out what was going on, not even long enough to browse the network.

Sayid's new shipmates will therefore find their newest member seated at the comm station, pretty much ignoring his celebratory pudding. (Someone else can eat it, if they want.) Perhaps somewhat notably, he's dressed in clothing that could reasonably be described as archaic - leather armor over simple clothing - and yet he doesn't seem awed or confused by the technology. Even with the augment, he seems pretty damn sure about what he's doing.]

network - video
[So yeah, there's this guy in fancy leather armor on screen. His arms are crossed over his chest, the look on his face is faintly annoyed, but he's calm and collected.]

I'm starting to worry that these kidnapping situations are going to become routine for me.

[Okay, but no that frustration isn't helpful, and he needs answers more than he needs to gripe.]

I'd like to know if there's anything expected of us here - other than to be amusing - or if we're otherwise allowed to live our lives unbothered. Our lives such as they are, anyway.

[Because, you know, the last time he was unexpectedly yanked from one place to another, there were games and dying and a lot of trauma. It'd be nice if that weren't repeated.]
reconstitution: (Fuck this)
[personal profile] reconstitution
Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10


[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.

He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.

Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]

I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...


[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March

[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

> System Information
touchallthebooks: (moar books)
[personal profile] touchallthebooks
Who: Khadgar
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: In the Iskaulit library later?
When: Now

So, it's been a few days so I figured maybe all the communications officers from the ships- maybe we should get together and talk? We should definitely think of how to make this more efficient. Set some ground rules or something? Mostly just to lower the risk to us and them. I know a lot of you have been here much longer than I have so maybe some of you so obviously I don't have a lot of influence with any of you, so no one is forcing anyone.

I'll be in the library on the Iskaulit, probably for most of the day.
tallasaking: (I am going to fucking cut you)
[personal profile] tallasaking
[Does Tyrion look angry? Oh good. Because he is. He is unbelievably angry and that radiates from his small frame like an aura. Try closer to furious, ready to do bodily harm to others. It perhaps does not help that he has surrounded himself by his many, many weapons and looks like he will go to any ship and use them.

His tone is terse.]

I would like to welcome to the Fleet my brother and sister, Jaime and Cersei Lannister. They are out there, somewhere, amongst us all. For those of you who are close to me -- you know who these people are. To those from Westeros, here is your warning. For my brother and sister ...

[The smile on his face would have done Tywin Lannister proud.]

If you think about crossing me - if you think about going after any of my real family here, I will first verbally destroy you. If you cross me again ...

[He gestured to everything around him.]

Now now, sweet siblings. I know your tricks. I know all your dirty little secrets. I know everything, where every literal and figurative body is buried. So simply ... do not. If you feel the need to confront me - I have at least half a dozen friends who will gladly assist me in shoving you out through an airlock.

[His lips curve into a snarl.]

Which I might just do anyways.

[And he jams his finger down, ending the feed.]
thespaceopera: (transmission)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[Filtered Message to the Blameless, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Heron, Paisley, Red Fish, Starstruck, Twin Roses, Vanquish]

[After a month of waiting and glitches, the ships who turned on the bugging devices may have begun to feel it was a waste of time. But patience truly is a virtue, and a couple days before the fleet leaves the Rew system, a message from that unknown frequency is sent:]

This is the Interceptor Fleet, Drift Fleet 12. We’ve received your message.

Atroma’s surely trying to crack this encryption, so we’ll keep it short. We’re not your enemy. Our enemy is Atroma.

We’ll be in contact again, but it might be awhile. We’re still making repairs from that last fight. Sam can tell you how fast some of our crew work. So for now, keep those devices off. Only turn them on if you got a message to send. We don’t want to give Atroma time to hack into this feed and it should stop the glitches you’ve been getting.

Bloodsport, we got your attachment. We got a few ideas of what it could mean, but we’ll have to get back to you on that.

Paisley, thanks for the emoticons. Some crew were delighted and have been using them non-stop. Some of us, less so.

You’ll hear from us again. I promise.

Keelah se'lai.

[The message ends. There are no further messages, and no replies.]

[ooc: This message is filtered to those who turned on the devices, but crews are strongly encouraged to spread the message to other ships! Also feel free to use this post as a reaction/mingle/whatever you'd like.

Characters can also send messages back! There will be more about this in the OOC comm in a couple days.]
exothermia: (23rd precinct)
[personal profile] exothermia
Who: Erik Lehnsherr and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide (unintentional) video, and (intentional) text
Action: N/A, unless you're determined to find him in the Heron
When: early morning February 27

[The feed opens on a slanted angle, fixed on the shuttles of the Heron's cargo bay and a large metal crate sitting between them. It looks almost like the communicator responsible has been set down on a table and turned itself on - particularly as Erik can be seen walking away from the camera, towards the mystery crate. He doesn't seem to know he's being filmed at all, given his entire attention is on the crate. When he stops next to it he frowns, and turns it around. His expression becomes a bit more fixed with irritation as the message on the side comes into view:


With a scowl, he pulls off the top of the crate -- and jerks backwards as a half-dozen balloons pop out, sailing upwards towards the ceiling. Festive! Oh, but that isn't the half of it. After a muttered curse he peers into the crate itself. He reaches in and pulls out... a toy. A plush horseshoe-style magnet, to be precise.

For a long couple of seconds he just stands there staring at the toy. The video starts to shudder a little, consistently, as the table it sits on begins to vibrate. Erik drops the toy back into the crate and with the same hand, makes a smacking motion through the air. The crate crumples and flies off out of view, landing with a crash somewhere offscreen. Erik turns then and glares straight at the communicator. The rattling of the image increases for a moment before the image cuts out. Show's over.]

[About half an hour after that little display, a text message appears on the network.]

There's a crate of stuffed toys outside the Heron on the ring world. Take them.

[And that's it. Anyone who decides to take a look will indeed find the crate sitting on the dirt near the Heron's landing site... looking decidedly worse for wear, crumpled and smashed like it was dropped from several tall buildings. There are plenty of plush magnets inside for the taking.

Erik himself is nowhere around, though he'll respond to any calls.]
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: You!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: The Rew System
When: Month of February

[ After a week of traveling and glitches, the Marsiva finally pulls into its newest destination. It seems they've wandered out of human space for now, and into a system dominated by the Co'kal. Luckily, there's still lots for people to do and see, when they aren't dealing with even more glitches, that is.

In other words, it's a mingle!

> Rew System Information ]
notmutantbutmiracle: (head against hand)
[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle
Who: Wanda Maximoff, friends, shipmates, and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes; Starstruck
When: Early this morning (last night) through the rest of today

A) Closed to Wanda's Christmas List

A very merry and belated Christmas )

B) Fleetwide Broadcast

[When Wanda turns on the broadcast, she looks noticeably... well, tired. It seems she did not get a lot of sleep last night for some reason. Hmmm. Odd. She tries to smile, friendly and cheerfully, though her eyes flutter a few times while she speaks. Girl's likely gonna take a long nap after this.]

I was, um, baking... a lot recently... and I, um... I made extra! So, if anyone would like some cookies or brownies, they are... They are on the Starstruck! ... in the kitchen... room... area...

[She covers her mouth with her hand, attempting (poorly) to cover a soft yawn.]

Help yourselves! I... um, everyone is welcome! First come, first serve though... sorry... I can make some more... later...

[The video feed cuts there, as Wanda falls back onto her bed for some much needed rest. Anybody who received a mysterious, belated Christmas gift this morning just got a big clue as to who it was that delivered them.]
lord_wizard: (reading)
[personal profile] lord_wizard
Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: Feb. Drift Week (and beyond?)

[The fleet, more or less patched up after their battle, has once again left civilization behind for empty space. Maybe it's a good time to distract yourself and get away from the endless repairs and nothingness, though there might still be cleaning up that needs to be done here too.

Whether you're grabbing a broom or grabbing a drink, this is a fleetwide mingle for the Iskaulit.
shockjock: (There is ALL KINDS of violence about to)
[personal profile] shockjock
Who: Livewire
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide!
Action: Anyone aboard the SS Heron
When: Early morning hours of the 28th (Video), throughout the day (Action)


[Whether deliberately or by pure accident, the newest Communications Officer is abruptly dropped onto the bridge of her new cell posting, the Heron. Sure, she'd kept to herself aboard the Marsiva, mostly trying to figure out what was what by eavesdropping on everyone else, but she'd hit the breaking point and started pounding on locked doors near the end there. Which was why it was hard to say whether the timing of her sudden arrival was by accident or by design, as she'd shown up mid-tirade.]

-boot right up your sorry alien...!

[Aaaaand cue the confetti and tinny fanfare. That, and Livewire's immediate realization that she was no longer where she had been just a few moments ago. There's an obvious look of shock on her face at the sudden transition, but it's quickly replaced by one of seething fury. Which, admittedly, probably wasn't made any better by all the confetti falling deciding it'd be super neat if it reminded her that static cling still exists, and now she's a polka-dot confetti'd mess.

And it takes all of two seconds of gritted teeth and growling before she's a polka-dotted, smoking confetti'd mess as each piece starts to smolder, seeing as how she's currently jettisoning enough electricity to pass for an oddly human-looking Tesla coil. Hopefully those stray arcs of electric current that've started firing off around her don't hit anything expensive, but at least for the moment it's mostly the floor and bulkheads taking all the hits.]

Action )
collegedropout: (pic#9761314)
[personal profile] collegedropout
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Fleetwide
When: A catch all that can be any time after the big battle.

Just a catch-all for anyone that needs more space for aftermath -- everything's in disarray and nothing's gonna be fixed up overnight! This can take place as the fleet ships as people heal, make repairs, and try to keep each other's spirits up after a pretty gnarly raid. Put your augments and personal skillsets to good use to get us all working and moving forward. Some people included aftermaths on the original post and that's kosher, too!! Just a quick entry for farther-reaching threads if wanted, or things that didn't quite make your original thread starter.

NOTE: there's a new system soon as well, so don't forward date it too far until it's introduced. :)

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