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Who: Jarvis and you
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Melting Pot bistro (Iskaulit), SS Tourist,
When: July 9th and onward; potentially a catch-all for the month! Find him in The Melting Pot (on the Iskaulit), etc. anytime during this, or let me know if you have a wildcard or something closed you want done. Warning for a particularly depressing butler this month, since the calibrations were paaarticularly rough on him.

Jarvis has been incredibly scarce during the last few weeks of the calibrations. You'd damn near have to actually go check on him to make sure he's still around — but he's around. He's learned things, terrible things about the future... and what has happened in the past, and he found it more socially acceptable to shed his upset tears in the quiet of his own room, alone and aptly quieted by his own hands. He tries to find the logic in it all; Bucky was not himself, not really, right? It stands to reason it's not his fault, and yet — it doesn't change who did the deed, who had hurt the people he cared about deeply.

He's not sure what to do. What to say... Especially to Miss Carter.

And when the calibrations end, he goes right back to work at The Melting Pot. Regardless of the turmoil stirring his mind and stomach, he can't just... fade off. Life must surely go on, even with terrible revelations and more terrible nightmares (and lord, he can't stop having those dreams, dreams of absolutely helplessness and uselessness; or even more, when he dreams he's trapped in the snow, killing children with his bare hands, wrapping his hands around Natasha's throat for some blasted coat—). He straightens his tie and moves on to work with that slight smile and his carefully maintained appearances. He goes to the gym on the Iskaulit and trains. He works on the garden. He makes sure Mr. Hunter gets his lessons. He makes sure, despite his great anxiety, to bring Miss Carter treats. The staff at the bistro need to have someone there to help with complete focus!

His job is to be helpful and keep others afloat. Not himself.

Read more... )
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[You know that giant screen beside the mysterious counter? It turns out that it's not just there to watch cartoons on. A couple days after that ominous broadcast, an old jingle rings from the speakers... and the screen beams to life.

Veteran passengers may remember the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Diamond. But today the special guest is someone different: a woman perhaps in her twenties, with perfect red curls and eyes of a near-glowing shade of aquamarine. She smiles with blood-painted lips.]

Good morning, dear passengers. [Her voice is the very definition of svelte.] I apologize for any inconvenience you’ve experienced in the past few days. We’ve been having some… technical difficulties, so we’ve gathered you all together while we iron those out.

[She draws her nails along the desk in front of her. Click, click, click.]

Please, please make yourself comfortable-- and do let us know if you need anything.

[She isn’t alone. Another appears - a figure in a suit, hair cut short and eyes harboring the same near-glow as the redheaded lady she moves to stand beside. There’s a smile playing at the edge of her own purple-painted lips as she casually drapes an arm over her co-host’s shoulders, though her attention is clearly on the camera -- the viewers. The cameras are rolling and the show must go on, after all.]

We hope your stay here is a restful one. You deserve a break after all the hard work you’ve done this season, don’t you agree? And of course, we’re more than glad to help with that. So please, make yourselves right at home.

[And there’s a suave, charming wink for the camera~]

[ooc: The new hosts will be taking a few questions. Feel free to say something! Also be sure to check out the plot update!]
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  • Maglor
  • Max Rockatansky
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  • Mikleo
  • Mon-El

  • (last updated: 6/18/17)
    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.
    edwinjarvis: (pic#11057721)
    [personal profile] edwinjarvis
    Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
    When: May and June catch-all? Or something.



    Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too. 

    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?
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    [personal profile] thespaceopera
    Who: Anyone taking part in the heist
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Orfwyn Dreadhorse’s personal underground complex
    When: May 12th - 13th

    The party goes on well into the night with no sign of slowing. It’s very late into the night before there’s a good opening to slip away without notice. But eventually the opportunity finally comes, and hopefully before you’ve had too many visits to the open bar.

    But for anyone who came to the party with the intention to take part in the heist, it’s time to get down to business.


    This is the mingle for the heist! If you have any questions, head over to the OOC post.

    If you're looking just to dance, the ball can be found here!
    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.
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    [personal profile] bryces_pup
    Who: Riona and you!
    Broadcast: Yep
    Action: On the Blue Fish, if you want
    When: Backdated to earlier this week because I forgot to post this earlier like an idiot

    [Riona's back on the network, though thankfully she's considerably less annoyed this time around.]

    Some of you may recall that Beverly Crusher and I mentioning running a black box theater on the Iskaulit, where others could put on performances and whatnot? Well, someone made the mistake of letting her and I loose in a shop that sold play scripts and the like, and we found one we thought would be delightful to put on.

    It's called Captain Bree and Her Lady Pirates and it seems to be a musical comedy about some, well, pirate shenanigans. It sounds a bit ridiculous and quite fun. It's not a big production and it doesn't seem to be intensive in terms of set building and the like. But we wanted to gauge interest before we move forward with it. We'll need actors, of course - preferably if you can sing well enough - along with costume makers and set builders. If anyone wants to see the script, I managed to get a copy on this device so I can send it to you.

    [She's rather proud of herself for figuring that one out.]

    If enough want to do it, we can look into auditions and the like. Any empty roles we may just fill with people on this asteroid belt who might be interested. Please let either myself or Beverly know as soon as possible if you'd be interested.

    This should be immensely entertaining, if nothing else.
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    [personal profile] mucked
    Who: Peggy + you
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit
    When: All day.

    [ as compelling an attraction as the asteroids can be, peggy wakes up on what could have been april 21st and promptly decides that a captain's work is never done. despite a short holiday on one of the less glitzy asteroids, she storms her way back onto the starstruck around midday. she'd have preferred to be back earlier, of course, but a certain stubborn steve rogers had delayed her more than usual this morning.

    because, you see, today is peggy carter's birthday. and up until recently, she'd thought this particular piece of sensitive intel might have remained under wraps. certainly, she's never announced it to the fleet (not had it announced for her) but over the last year there'd been an influx of individuals who might otherwise be privy to that sacred knowledge.

    and so surviving the day becomes a little trickier. her first precaution is to not even address the network -- indeed, she hasn't got her device with her at all. so if some friend or ally does try and contact peggy, they may be forced to seek her out in person instead. after all, it's rare that she should persist with so much radio silence. visitors and crew on the starstruck will find her in her quarters trying very hard to dodge the likes of both steve rogers and edwin jarvis. and trying to busy herself with 'paperwork', though closer inspections might prove she's doing little more than working on a few hobby ciphers. and let's not forget the copious trips to the kitchen for tea, of course.

    for visitors and crew: it seems steve's left the odd 'hint' and trinket around the ship. flowers here, candles there, and there's at least one cake chilling in the kitchen. perhaps more. when asked about it, the captain feigns innocence.

    later, when that diversion fails, she heads to the iskaulit. first to the firing range, where she squeezes off just enough shots to counterbalance the creeping sensation of domesticity. and that done, she stops by the space bar for a drink of whatever-the-devil most resembles whiskey. ]
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    [personal profile] proweird
    Who: Elena Gilbert
    Broadcast: Yes
    Action: Yes (on the hospitality deck of the Marsiva)
    When: Now

    [ Elena wakes with a start, her first thought being that she'd fallen asleep in one of the unused patient rooms. She rubs her arms with her hands, an attempt to chase away the chill and gives the room a good look. This isn't any room in the hospital. She puts her feet on the ground and stands. She's still dressed in the long-sleeved thermal top and blue scrubs she wears at work. She tucks a strand of her dark hair behind one ear.

    Once she orients herself and does a little bit of exploring, she heads to one of the screens to browse the network and get a better grasp of this place. After that's done, she makes her own broadcast, giving the video screen a sheepish smile. ]

    Hi, I'm Elena Gilbert. I just arrived and I've got no idea what to say here. Am I supposed to tell the class all about myself? I think I used to be good at this. [ She takes a deep breath then releases it. ] Whatever this is. I can honestly say this is my first time on a reality show though.
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    [personal profile] mucked
    Who: Peggy Carter, some rumours, and you!
    Broadcast: text, then video.
    Action: y, aboard the starstruck.
    When: today!

    [ a message materializes on the network around midday: ]

    Peggy Carter's got a veritable guy-pile of suitors: Edwin Jarvis, Max Rockatansky, Jason Wilkes, Jack Thompson, Howard Stark, Stefan Salvatore, Steve Rogers, Sam Winchester, James Barnes, Clint Barton, Daniel Sousa, and counting! How many more can you name?

    [ and not long after (in a state of utter pique and dismay), that same network registers a rather heartfelt reaction -- but this time with accompanying wide-eyed video. ] Jack -- Jack Thompson? Un-bloody-likely. The only thing he's ever got his eyes on is the next greasy rung on the ladder. [ peggy scoffs, disgusted. ] As pranks go, this one's been truly shambolic. The first of April was days ago.

    [ in a few hours, she'll enjoy her meltdown all over again when she finds a box of sponsor gifts in the cargo bay filled with stickers, each with a different so-called suitor's name scribbled into the blank space. all of them are filled in except for an ominous pile with an attached note: in case there's so many you start to forget their names. blanks included for any others that we might have missed. ]
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    [personal profile] edwinjarvis
    Who: Edwin Jarvis (fully grown up)
    Broadcast: Video Fleetwide
    Action: Starstruck, then Tourist
    When: April 1st

    [Action. SS Starstruck and then SS Tourist]

    [Edwin of eight-and-three-quarters-years-old went to sleep on the 31st of March -- and when he woke up on the 1st, he was simply Mister Jarvis once more. He peeled his eyes open, looked around the room in a bit of a sleepy daze, and tried to remember what had happened the night before. It was a bit of a blur, but he remembers being rather short, and the longer he sits there the longer he pieces memories together.

    ... Oh dear, the clothes he had before don't fit.

    .... Oh dear, he has no clothing.

    He ties the bed sheet around his waist and considers how to escape the SS Starstruck without entirely embarrassing himself. This is the worst morning ever. And even worse... It's April 1st. Oh god above, one of the absolute worst days of the year.

    Much later, when he is dressed, thank you very much, he will be on the Tourist making breakfast.

    Clearly nothing happened and everything is back to normal! Hi guys have some scrambled eggs or protein-based pancakes. And goodness, let him just... sweep this floor... Have we been doing the laundry? How's the dusting gone? Is the dishes all washed?]


    [Also, let him just remind everyone he's totally back to normal.]

    I've returned from a rather... unwanted vacation. Thank you to everyone who endured my younger self and treated me kindly. And I apologize for any work I may have missed at The Space Bar, but rest assured, I'm very excited to be tall and capable of making my own meals that don't end in burnt crusts and tears. Still... it was... strange to remember oneself from thirty years ago so clearly now. I admit, there are things coming back to me I was sure I had lost in the haze of aging.

    ... Utterly bizarre. It's... actually nice to remember faces from then with such clarity.

    I shall not regret it.

    [Ehem. Anyway.]

    To the point. If any practical jokes are played today at my expense for the holidays...

    I'll have you know a butler is very good at finding divine retribution.

    [This smile says he can do terrible things despite his kind and polite personality.

    It's a little frightening.

    Also, his room now has a cute little teddy named Mr. Tottles. He shall never throw him out.]

    ... And all rumors you here are hearsay and complete lies.

    [... Feel free to have heard whatever odd rumor from the event regarding Jarvis.]
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    [personal profile] all7seas
    Who: Jack Sparrow and ANYONE
    Broadcast: Fleetwide - Unfiltered
    Action: Cargo Bay of the Bishop
    When: Soon after appearing on the ship in a shower of brilliant confetti and chocolate

    TLDR )

    Just like rubbing the sultan's damnable balls again. [Alert listeners will hear him mutter that whilst musing over his adventures and trying to figure out use of the coms.

    [The Bishop, though, had possibilities. Its cargo hold was empty save for a bicycle that didn't move and moving pathway to nowhere, but it had plenty of smuggling potential. Maybe, too, a place to hide the rum.

    Later, louder, with video:]
    Captain Jack Sparrow, here, aboard the bloody metal box, Bishop.

    [He doesn't care that Cersei is the "official" captain.]

    I've got a keg of ale and a lovely bottle of rum [no he doesn't] to give to the gentleman -- or lady -- [no, he won't] what knows the prime trade routes in this quadrant of the universe. Savvy?
    therewerefifty: (sitting)
    [personal profile] therewerefifty
    Who: Makie and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Iskaulit, Twin Roses
    When: Now-ish

    [She'd been, uh... somewhat distracted about thinking on this from a bunch of ships colliding with each other and upsetting her carefully maintained equilibrium (guys I'm just a samurai chick who wants to sit peacefully and drink tea enough of these space shenanigans) and avoiding looking outside entirely, because being under the ocean is extremely unsettling.

    Today is the first time she's been to the Iskaulit gardens since they arrived in this odd place.  It reminds her of something she'd like to do.]

    ...in Adstringendum, people arrived and left all the time, much like this place.  You grow used to a person's presence, establish... ties.  [What a formal way of putting it.  She's thinking of the bizarre jar collection in her room.]  And then suddenly, they're gone.  The same holds true here, doesn't it...?  It can be hard for a great many people, even if you know you'll see them again.

    In Adstringendum, we kept what we called a memory tree.  People would attach the names of those who'd left... paper monuments, so they'd never be forgotten.  And new arrivals would always know who had been and gone.

    I wondered if we might do the same here.


    [She'll be in the garden for most of the day.  Either playing her shamisen or actuallyyou know, gardening.  It's a thing.  And if she concentrates on the dirt under her knees, maybe she can forget they're submerged in the ocean.]

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    [personal profile] edwinjarvis
    Who: Edwin Jarvis (as a small fella) and you!
    Broadcast: Voice
    Action: SS Tourist, SS Starstruck, Iskaulit
    When: From about March 22nd, a week onward.

    ... Sorry Tourist, make your own food for the week.


    [Jarvis' day is the same as it always is. He gets up, makes breakfast, does a bit of laundry and tidies the ship wherever he sees fit — then work at the bar, the gym visits, making a half-sea-food dinner, and so on. It's a normal week, yes? Or perhaps not. The next day, there is no breakfast. Then no tidying or laundry. Then no dinner. It seems, without having left the roster, Jarvis has all but vanished from the SS Tourist.

    Or perhaps he hasn't quite vanished. For you see, hidden up under his bed as he's been for hours now is a small boy of about eight or nine, wearing a rather too large robe, his hands in anxious fists tucked up by his face. He hasn't come out yet, because his nerves are rather... fried. Yours would be too, if you were a small kid and you woke up suddenly in a steel trap of sorts! He is mortified and at a complete loss, and all he can assume is that he's been abducted. Perhaps a ransom! Oh, his mind dances through a million paranoid thoughts. His mum and dad must have bothered someone terribly. They must've closed a door in someone's face and they want revenge. This is a lair from a villainous hideout, it must be so.

    His stomach gurgles but he holds steadfast, as he fidgets with the device in front of him. It had been on the desk beside his bed, and he was interested in what it could do — and some part of him knows, in theory, how it works. And that is very frightening, because he's never seen something like this before in his entire life!!

    He slams down the device, frustrated tears blooming in his eyes.]


    [A hushed voice:]

    Oh, don't cry — don't cry now, it won't do any good...

    [He sniffs hard, and seems to be steeling himself. For a moment.

    Even so — ]

    ... I want to go home...

    [Eventually, sooner or later, somehow, someway, he will be out from under that cursed bed of doom and gloom and sit a day late at the table in the kitchen. But he doesn't cook, or clean, or anything of the sort. He sits with his hands off the table (impolite to put them there), sitting straight in his chair, unsure if he should... be waiting for someone to come in and make food, or if he... needs to make his own...

    He's not very good at making things, yet.

    Eventually he does grab a plate of... a block of some kind of gel. He wrinkles his nose but eventually gives in, and though he thinks the taste is just terrible, he is determined to eat every bite; wasting food is unsightly. He's a good boy. He would never. So to enjoy it forcefully, he hums a little tune as he eats, swinging his feet just a little. Nobody is around to see his poor etiquette, so... it's okay to be a little less rigid at the table, right?]


    [AT SOME POINT... Peggy will sniff him out. Which is probably way sooner than later, but anyway. Edwin is terribly curious now, despite his anxiety surrounding this... impossible place. He had investigated the Starstruck's cargo bay with some interest. Some strange and frightening man with a habit of grunting answers gave him some delicious dessert, and he wandered freely with the promise of being the most well-behaved kid in all of space.

    ... Well, he did fiddle with the teleporter a bit...

    And ended up aboard the Iskaulit rather abruptly.

    Which sparked great panic in the hall of the ship.]

    How do I go back?! Oh, I've mucked it up! Stupid, Edwin — they'll be so cross with me!

    [If I hit buttons enough, will that fix the problem? No?

    Okay, time to roam the ship nervously then.]


    [Have something that isn't in any of these categories? Wanna make a particular thread?

    Hit me up and let me know, we can do something. :)]

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    [personal profile] takingkarabusiness
    Who: Touristas and visitors
    Broadcast: n/a
    Action: On the Tourist and wherever touristas may be.
    When: March into April!


    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 ))

    07 - video

    Mar. 18th, 2017 06:31 pm
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    [personal profile] winn
    Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
    Broadcast: yup!
    Action: Tourist!
    When: now!

    [ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).

    to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.

    and then they do. on that flamingo.

    he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ]
    So Cisco's still here...

    [ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.

    he frowns into the camera ]

    Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
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    Who: Jarvis and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS Tourist
    When: Today!

    [Jarvis had just been returning to the SS Tourist after a day of working in the water and at the bar on the Iskaulit — it's clearly the Atroma's doing, some sort of surprise for the butler that must've been quite desired... clearly... He stumbles a bit in the dark, confused, because when is the cargo bay ever dark?]

    Hello? Captain??

    Mr. Schott?

    .... Miss Price? 

    [He flicks on the main lighting system at last after a mild curse hitting his knee, and he's horrified by what he sees, as Hotel California plays muffled over the speakers. Not played by anyone on board, of course. But that's not the worst of it... No, the worst of it is that he finds himself... surrounded. By plastic...pink... flamingos.]

    Oh... dear god.


    [He plucks up a note.]

    "To Edwin Jarvis, to help with the homesickness, a kind sponsor has decided to offer an army of your favorite Earth creature..."

    [He looks to the left. Flamingos. To the right. Flamingos. There's some sitting in the shuttle seats. There's one wearing one of his ties.

    Jarvis wipes a hand across his forehead, looking to the floor in his shock.]

    ... This is the worst day of my life.

    [One of the flamingos tips over and clatters.



    no, no, this is not over!!!


    What in the bloody underworld am I supposed to do with dozens upon dozens of these?!

    [hands on HIPS!!!! LECTURING THE ATROMA!!!!]

    This is a sour waste of resources!! I would like a recall! Nobody wants your army of — of — hellbirds!

    [... Outside of the SS Tourist, they've also peppered the ocean floor around the ship with flamingos, too.]
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    Who: Kara & the Fleet!
    Broadcast: Yes!
    Action: On the Tourist
    When: Mar 8th (or space equivalent)

    [ Kara waves into the camera, well recovered from her ultra embarrassing boyfriend's announcement ]

    Hi everyone! On my Earth, we have a day called "International Women's Day", which has been celebrated for over one hundred years. The whole idea is that we take some extra time to recognize the awesome women that we know, and pay attention to our contributions to society. The reason it's necessary where I'm from is that gender equality isn't a reality yet. Kind of crazy, right? But for reasons I have never actually understood, not being from Earth, is why the Patriarchy is still a thing.

    Anyway, I was thinking that we could make it Intergalactic Women's Day. You can reply here to talk about the awesome women in your life, or, you know, just thank them for being cool. Maybe make them a cake? Just because?

    Definitely make them cakes.

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