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Who: John Laurens
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Somewhere on the Marsiva
When: Today!

Yo, I gotta question for y'all that I've been thinkin' about. [He started off sounding sure of himself, but falls silent for a moment. How does he even bring this up? It's not as though it was talked about, ever, at home; definitely not in polite or public company. He's a little quieter when he speaks again:]

So I saw that --uh, clock guy was talkin' about-- [God, it's a good thing this is voice, he really wouldn't like the entirety of the fleet to see him blushing like a young lady with a crush.] --Um, gentlemen that are more inclined t' court other gentlemen. An' I saw it, too, during those memories.

I'm just wonderin': that's accepted, here? Is it accepted for the rest of y'all, too? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't see anyone posing any objections to it. Which is amazing, really, 'cause back home we couldn't do nothin' like that at all, and I was just ...curious, I guess.



[[OOC: Warning for uh. 18th century views on gay people? Since John's, you know, from 1782, but I figured I'd toss a warning out just to be safe.]
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  • (last updated: 6/18/17)
    helladoomed: (Bored now...)
    [personal profile] helladoomed
    Who: Chloe Price and Open
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: On the asteroids.
    When: Last week of the month.

    [Fleetwide Video]

    [Chloe is in her room on the Tourist, packing things into a backpack she bought. For those who remember Rey, there is a very familiar staff resting across the bed next to it. Chloe glances at the video for a moment. She seems...more subdued than usual, but not as miserable as her last post. Just distracted, maybe.]

    You ever get the feeling you might be cursed?

    [She says it in a kind of quiet, resigned sort of way, then just shrugs and manages a little smirk.]

    Guess it doesn't matter. I don't believe in that shit anyway. [A beat.] Whatever. I need to get away for a few days, gonna go explore the asteroids for a few days. Apparently there are mushrooms all over the place. Who can resist right? If anyone wants to tag along just hit me up. Company couldn't hurt.

    [Someone is going to go get high on weird alien mushrooms. Probably.]

    If anyone on the Tourist needs me I'll have my comm but I'm not comin' back for anything less than the ship being on fire. If somebody gets hurt, the meds are all labeled. Go crazy. If you overdose and I find you dead in my lab I am going to just roll you out an airlock.

    [That might not be true. Probably. Don't risk it?]

    So. Don't fuck up.

    [She shoves a couple more things into the bag and swings it over her shoulder, then picks up the staff.]

    See you kids in a few days. Oh, and Jarvis, feed my cat huh? Thanks.

    [Click.]

    Prompts for the Tourist and then the asteroids )
    takingkarabusiness: (melissa-bonist-supergirl-2780238)
    [personal profile] takingkarabusiness
    Who: Touristas and visitors
    Broadcast: n/a
    Action: On the Tourist and wherever touristas may be.
    When: March into April!

    [ CONGRATS TOURISTS THERE IS CONFETTI IN THE COMMON AREA ]

    We have a new crewmate! This calls for a party!

    Or, you know, just live your life with confetti. Every day is improved with confetti!

    (( a general mingle! do what you want! but also let's have a mini party ))
    forsometimenow: (working)
    [personal profile] forsometimenow
    Who: Jennifer Keller and YOU
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: N/A unless you want to talk to her in person; in that case she'll probably be in the Wonderduck's medbay
    When: March 7th

    Hey, everyone. I hate to butt in with business when we're having a good time, but I feel like this is a good time to remind you all that I have a list of everyone in the Fleet that has medical or healing skills, and I'd like to make sure it's up to date. Considering the disease that's ravaging the native population here, if anybody is inclined to try and help them, it'd be good to know so we can collaborate.

    The good news is that thus far, members of the Drift Fleet seem to be unaffected, so we don't have to worry about getting sick from it. Our medbays are also able to synthesize medicine, and I'm offering free use of the Wonderduck's medbay if anyone wants to give it a try. I'd like to do what I can to help these people for the short time we're here.

    Oh, and anybody who's exploring these dungeons... please be careful. I'll be cheering for you from afar, since I'm not the dungeon-exploring sort. [She grins.]
    helladoomed: (I see you lookin'.)
    [personal profile] helladoomed
    Who: Chloe Price and you!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: On the Tourist
    When: Around the 12th.

    Text Broadcast:

    Wanted: Single person for valentine's day.
    Requirements: Don't be a little kid, don't be really old, don't be a stick in the mud. Don't mind cigarettes. Don't be a prude.

    Details: So I am not sitting alone in my fucking cabin on valentine's day. Or third wheeling it with one of the 'so happy couples' everyone I know seems to have turned into lately.

    Rented a pretty nice cabin down on the ringworld because FUCK YES RINGWORLD. Ever notice that even after a year in space there's still shit that can surprise you? I mean, damn, a Ringworld.

    Anyway.

    Let's see. I'll cook, there'll be booze, a view, place has a lake. Maybe go swimming? Heard of worse things to do on valentine's day.

    If we hit it off you'll probably get laid so. Yeah. Date with benefits. Happy endings all around.

    Come one, come all. Applications start below.


    [Action for the Tourist]

    [After her funk over the last few weeks, Chloe has seemed a bit more...up, recently? At least, she's not sitting in her cabin or the lab all day anymore. She's been cooking again, singing along with her music again, just...getting back to normal. Maybe she's feeling better?]

    [Or maybe it's a glitch, of course, since she's also way more talkative when people are around. But even if it was, it's better than all the moping and pity-party stuff, yes? She can be found all over the ship really, cooking, working, sometimes exercising..]

    [Video]

    Jan. 25th, 2017 07:16 am
    helladoomed: <user site=tumblr.com name=scorpicn> (Grabbing a smoke)
    [personal profile] helladoomed
    [Chloe is curled up somewhere in front of a viewport, looking out at space. There's a blanket in her lap, covered with what looks like polaroid photos. There's a half-empty bottle of something brown and viscous tucked into the space between her leg and the window. The first few seconds of the video are just her looking like she wants to say something, then sighing and instead she tugs a cigarette from her pocket, lights it, and takes a drag before looking at the camera.]

    I've been here for a fuckin' year.

    [It's said in a 'can you seriously believe this shit?' tone, and after she says it she takes another drag of her cigarette. Clearly trying to calm her nerves.]

    It kinda snuck up on me, with the attack and everything. Didn't realize it till suddenly...bang. A year. A year.

    It doesn't feel that long. [She added.] No idea if that's a good thing or not, you know? Guess it's good. Beats the alternative.

    But it's all so like...different.

    [Another drag.]

    When I got here, Max was here. And Alex and...shit. A lot of people that aren't now. Try not to spend time thinkin' about it but I guess anniversaries are hard to avoid. I-

    [She trails off, turning to look out the window for probably longer than she realizes. Her reflection is...subdued, really?]

    Just...you ever think how something that's good can actually be really fuckin' awful? I mean I Shit!

    [She shifts as she turns back, which disrupts the blanket in her lap and sends a half the pictures scattering out of view, with her making desperate attempts at grabbing them that fail. Once they finish falling she just slumps back against the glass.] Fucking hell.

    Uh. I don't- [She groans.] Don't even know why I did this never mind.

    [She grabs the communicator and turns it off before she can say anything else.]

    [Welcome to yet another episode of angry slightly drunk and actually really sad Chloe Price. Feel free to try and cheer her up, it might work!]



    [And then hours later, voice only.]

    Anybody have any glue?
    helladoomed: (Oh hey this is awesome.)
    [personal profile] helladoomed
    Who: Chloe and open
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: On the Tourist!
    When: The 27th? Sure why not.

    [Network]

    [The feed clicks on to show Chloe's room on the Tourist, Chloe sitting cross legged on her bed, unlit cigarette between her lips. Once the feed is working she tucks the cigarette behind her ear and grins.]

    I have spent for-fucking-ever over in that stupid game room they set up over there playing those games. They are so boring and I am so good at them now that I never want to play one again, but it was totally worth it because-

    [She reaches off-screen for something, then frowns, clearly not finding it.]

    Hey where did you...come back here you little shit!

    [This last part is muffled a bit as she goes crawling out of sight, the camera feed bouncing. When she returns a few seconds later, there is a squirming ball of fur between her hands, and Chloe is smiling one of the more genuine smiles she's had in months.]

    [She lifts her hands up and the tiny creature she's holding finally stops squirming...and settles in to reveal a blue kitten with streaks of purple fur, looking so unhappy as she hangs there from her hands. She's maybe ten weeks old.]


    Tadaa!

    [Chloe sets the cat down on her lap, scritching her, and the kitten seems comfortable enough to not go running away for a second, at least.]

    Haven't named her yet, but I sure wasn't gonna leave her wherever the hell they were storing her with the other prizes. I mean, they pack us in like sardines already right? What if she was sitting in a cage in a back room or something.

    [Chloe was clearly more of a softie than her attitude would imply.]

    Anyway, just totally showin' off my fancy alien kitten. Feel free to be jealous. [Chloe snickers.] Tourist peeps, she keeps finding ways to sneak out of my room so if you see her running around don't scare her or anything alright? Just...pick her up and I'll come get her. She doesn't bite hard.

    [Action for the tourist]

    [And Chloe can indeed be found chasing a kitten around the ship on several occasions. Also there's a litter box in the bathroom now? And some food from the Marvisa's pet room in the kitchen. Yeah...the ship has a cat now. Oops.]
    forcesensitive: (Default)
    [personal profile] forcesensitive
    Who: Finn and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide anonymous text
    Action: n/a
    When: Now!

    has your communicator ever sent a text message and you dont remember it that happened to me it sounded like something i would say but not quite it was a little bit off

    on a related note whats a nazi
    helladoomed: (God fucking damn it)
    [personal profile] helladoomed
    Who: Chloe Price, people who come to check on her.
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: On the Paisley
    When: The morning after the last shuffle.

    [Chloe is in Max's old room on the Paisley when she turns the feed on, recognizable by all the Polaroid pictures the shorter girl had plastered on her wall. She's got a half-finished cigarette in her mouth, and her expression is...hard to pin down. Sad? Angry? Frustrated? They all turn up as she tries to figure out what to say. Her eyes, slightly red and puffy, are focusing somewhere behind where the camera is, maybe on the wall.

    [Finally she reaches up with her feet hand and grabs the cigarette, taking a quick drag before she actually looks at the camera.]


    So, like. When someone disappears-

    [Chloe starts, but only makes it a few words before she grimaces.]

    If, I mean, if someone disappears, do they like, come back or...

    [She stops again, sucking in a breath, and runs her hand with her cigarette through her hair, trying to collect herself. It drops back out of sight as she looks at the camera again.]

    I-

    [Clearly this isn't working, but this time she's just still, frowning faintly at the screen without really looking at it for maybe ten seconds. People who know her well could see the edge of tears there, but she doesn't let them show. Instead she sucks in a long breath and sits up straighter.]

    Fuck. Never mind Just. Max is gone. For whoever knew her.

    [These last words come out in a rush, and she puts the cigarette back between her lips as she turns the feed off.]

    Action for the Paisley. )
    robitussin: (you scan through the score)
    [personal profile] robitussin
    Who: natalie goodman
    Broadcast: yes
    Action: she'll be on the planet and the pathstone if anyone wants action!
    When: 6/27

    so i passed out for like literally a week and apparently woke up in hell because i went to check out this new place and everyone keeps trying to hold my hand

    question 1: why

    question 2: what did i do to deserve this

    discuss
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    [personal profile] cetos
    Who: Asha Greyjoy and errybody
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS Paisley 
    When: Today

    [ Asha Greyjoy stands in a nondescript hallway aboard the SS Paisley. She is not so foolish as to think there are not those who would harm her among the fleet and would rather not fight in close quarters, if it should come to that. For now, she leans against a wall, unflinchingly gazing into the communicator, more comfortable than curious. Once sharply cropped black hair falls unevenly about her face, too long and shaggy for her liking. Though she would prefer to wear the ship-issued clothing, she dons her weathered, salted leather for this broadcast. It is important that she bear the look of her people when lost in space.

    However, she has added her security issued automatic weapon to her ensemble, holstered where her axe once glinted in the light. ]


    [ Lazily — ] I believe I’ve arrived in perfect time to represent my people. [ a pause (for the drama tbh). Is this a reference to Tyrion’s broadcast or her brother’s misadventures? Both, perhaps. Evidently, she did some back-reading before announcing her presence. She tilts her chin up, as if challenging her viewers. ]

    I am Asha of House Greyjoy, daughter of the kraken, Captain of the Black Wind, and [ an abrupt laugh. ] wife of an axe. [ not some rusted man of the Crow Eye’s choosing. ] Now, I mean no disrespect to my dear captain of the SS Paisley when I mention my titles. You have my service and loyalty, Captain Russo, if only out of respect for the institution of a ship. [ Which is mostly true, if partly for diplomacy’s sake. ] I introduce myself as such so that I may not lie by omission. Secrets in close quarters make for silly disputes, don’t you think? And I’ve nothing to hide. [ She shrugs. ]

    On the Iron Islands, we must drown before we may live. And if death has already taken me once, why should I fear life among the stars? Or the animals twinkling with them, at that. [ Shout out to her fellow Westerosi. ] I will not bore you with history, but if you should like to learn more of the reavers of isles, who trade as well as take, who travel to the farthest reaches of our realm but return to the stony shores because none but us survive there, well — [ Her face splits into a grin. It is an easy thing to be happy when you’ve escaped cannibals and burnings and your only worries are green men. ] — I’ll oblige you, provided you regale me with tales of your own adventures. A fair trade. [ because she isn’t some godless pirate please and thank you!! ] I’ve need of drink and laughter after enduring snow and somber company.

    [ Her smile thins into an unreadable expression, certainly more weary than before but too neutral to truly judge. ]

    — And Theon, it is time we meet again.
    takingkarabusiness: (melissa-bonist-supergirl-2780613)
    [personal profile] takingkarabusiness
    Who: Tourists and visitors!
    Broadcast: nah
    Action: S.S. Tourist
    When: March!

    [ What are you up to this month, Tourists? Living up to your ship name on the station? Well, share your spoils with the rest of the crew! Or maybe you've been engaging in ahem illicit pursuits? We promise not to tell! ]
    delincuente: (☮ she sings the revolution)
    [personal profile] delincuente
    [Alex sets up the camera to face her and her small room, which seems to have been filled to the brim with art supplies. There are canvases, small containers of her magically-multiplied paints, and a couple of dismantled easels she found in a junk shop, all piled on and against the vacant side of her large captain's bed.

    She clears her throat, looking a little awkward, and gives a wave.]

    Hey. So - I've been thinking of setting up sort of an art studio, over on the Iskaulit. Like, a place where people can just chill out and paint, or whatever. Get their relaxation on. Art therapy, whatever you want to call it.

    I don't really talk about this or anything, but I used to live in this really shitty castle with a bunch of our other pals here, and it did some awful stuff to me. So I got all messed up, and depressed, and I got through it there by just literally painting all the time. And maybe there are some other people here who need to do the same thing, just to keep sane and everything.

    I got all the supplies I need on the station, and I can use magic to multiply and restock them. Just let me know if you think it sounds like a cool idea. I mean, I'll be doing it anyway probs, but... Yeah. Hit me up.

    [She's never been good at normal, earnest broadcasts, and that's about all she can manage for the moment. She throws up a peace sign before leaning up to turn off the camera.]
    lunaes: (SIT ★ this is not a good day.)
    [personal profile] lunaes
    Who: Cress Darnel & everyone
    Broadcast: fleetwide
    Action: the marsiva
    When: 2/25 super early in the morning

    [ The first thing the Fleet gets from Cress is a shot of narrowed eyes and blonde curls as she kills the feed upon noticing the communicator. It's not terran or lunar tech, not the kind she's familiar with, but it's easy enough for her to navigate.

    The second thing they get, some time later, comes from the viewing bay of the Marsiva, where Cress sits with her legs crossed as she hunches over the communicator, one hand continuously reaching up to fiddle with the ends of her hair and start to try to twine it around her wrist before she realizes it's not long enough for that, still. Not long enough in the way it used to be, at least.

    Her hand drops, and she clears her throat. ]


    I - [ She's listened in on some things and read others, watched entertainment feeds, but - ] Can someone talk to me? Please?

    [ Her voice is very small and very fragile. She's trapped again, and there isn't even the familiar image of the Earth outside this viewport. It's a bigger cage than the last one, but her hands are shaky and her eyes dart around nervously, her unease clear. ]

    About - about anything. Please. This is Cress - Crescent Moon - Crescent Moon Darnel. [ She has to keep correcting herself, not used to her full name, or her last name, and Cress flicks one hand, flustered. Then she tries for a smile, a little happier and more confident than she actually feels. ] We get to - um, go planetside? Am I understanding that right? This isn't -

    [ Another vague sweeping hand gesture around the viewing bay, and her voice goes softer again. ]

    - Nevermind. Do you have a favorite song? A favorite story? Anything. [ If the answer is "no" and she's stuck inside a spaceship without any breaks at all to that being a thing, she might actually cry, so she backtracks from the question. Without her noticing, she starts twirling some hair around one finger, biting her lip. ]
    helladoomed: (I need this bad)
    [personal profile] helladoomed
    Who: Chloe Price, those poor unfortunate people on the S.S. Paisley, and YOU! Yes YOU!
    Broadcast: Fleet-wide
    Action: For the S.S. Paisley
    When: The tenth!

    [Video]

    [Chloe is wandering through the space station when she clicks on her phone. She's sans-beanie today, her blue hair and purple roots visible to the world, and is dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt, and also the lab-coat she swiped from the medbay on the Tourist. Apparently that's part of her wardrobe now. Whoops?]

    Yo! [She has a cigarette in her mouth, unlit, but she reaches up to grab it with her free hand as she starts talking.]

    Question for all you space-people who've been at this way longer than me. Any idea how to grow plants on a spaceship? From seeds? Like, I don't know, what shit I need to buy or where I can get it or just how the hell to start.

    Got a...basic idea, sort of, but I figure askin's probably better than stabbing around in the dark hoping I get lucky.

    Anyway, thanks in advance. Long-term promise to make it worth your while if anybody gives me a hand.

    [She grin and then stops walking finally. She's seemingly gotten wherever she needs to go and...is she at one of the ship docks?]

    Hey, Paisley people! I'm comin' aboard. Time to see if you all are as cool as Max keeps insisting. Personally, I'm skeptical, but hey, never know.

    [She grins and mock-salutes the camera, then clicks it off.]

    Paisley Actions! )
    takingkarabusiness: (Default)
    [personal profile] takingkarabusiness
    Who: Tourist folks and visitors
    Broadcast: sure
    Action: The S.S. Tourist
    When: February

    [ Mingle! do the thing! February!!! ]
    partialities: (pic#9981771)
    [personal profile] partialities
    Who: margaery tyrell.
    Broadcast: fleet wide.
    Action: Marsiva ; hospitality deck
    When: current

    [ the girl who sits in front of the camera seems as if she is quite well-versed in this manner of communication. if she had spent precious time watching others from afar before trying her hand at it as to not look foolish, it does not show. the only hint of how foreign she is to this setting is her manner of dress but give it a few seconds and you might start thinking this is somehow natural, too.

    after all, she does seem very comfortable. Margaery's smile is sweet and bright, her hair is flowing down her shoulders and a few roses are placed neatly in her lap, almost a portrait-worthy moment before she speaks. ]


    If I am not entirely mistaken, these are our best chance of speaking to one another. I did not wish to appear ill-mannered in failing to introduce myself.

    [ to her fellow hostages and to the audience watching. she made certain to appear especially lovely for this. if they love you from the first moment, they shall be yours forever if you mind your step. ]

    I am Margaery of House Tyrell; some of you I had the pleasure of meeting already and as for the rest, I am eager to speak to you as soon as it pleases you. I understand we are to spend quite some time together and it would please me to know each and every one of you. I am certain you have fascinating tales to tell of your time here or where you come from; if you ever wish to share, I shall be honored to provide company. I know little of such vessels and adventures but I am keen to learn all that I may.

    [ and win whatever game this is. she dips her chin, a humble gesture. ]

    For now, I hope I am welcome among you and dearly hope this finds you well.
    misterprongs: (✳ c'mon.)
    [personal profile] misterprongs
    Who: James Potter [[personal profile] misterprongs]
    Broadcast: Fleetwide!
    Action: U.S.S. Paisley.
    When: Now!

    [ james has been on the fleet for some time now, and has gotten into a routine. said routine has been shifted about slightly, due to their landing on the station. he's been working and exploring the city and trying out half a dozen things that he probably shouldn't, but for now, he's decided to embark on an entirely different adventure. ]

    ε=ε=┏( >_<)┛

    ε=ε=┏( ・_・)┛

    ᕕ( ◎_◎)ᕗ

    ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ

    (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

    !!Σ(゚Д゚;≡≡≡≡≡ヾ(;゚д゚)/

    -(゜Д゜;)-ン! \|  ̄ヘ ̄|/

    \|  ̄ヘ ̄|/ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ

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    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


    [ that's it

    that's the entire post ]
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    [personal profile] thespaceopera
    [The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

    Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

    Well, this is the place for you!

    All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

    Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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