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Who: Hermione Granger and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Vanquish
When: Today!

[ The feed starts out with Hermione sitting on her bed, looking absolutely miserable. It's obvious that she hasn't slept, not really, and when she speaks her voice is quiet and, more than anything, sad. ]

Cisco isn't here anymore. [ She's lost people before, but she never gets used to it. It's never fair, and it's not right. It's not right that you get to be this close to people and then they get taken away from you. ] I don't think he's the only one that's gone this time, but it's - I don't think it's my place to talk about anyone else.

[ She's doing this because Cisco was her partner, after all. Her boyfriend. She'd been so happy.

I'm not sure what's left in his lab, but - I didn't want to touch anything. I'm sorry for anyone that knew him, but... He's probably happier at home, so it's okay in the end.

[ The feed cuts off, abruptly, because she didn't want to think about it anymore - it was easier to just turn it off and put the device to one side and pretend for a little while. ]

throwsdown

Who: Takeshi and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit Gym
When: Now!

I grew!

[Hey, it's ya' boy Takeshi, taking up the screen! And... actually... yeah, now that you look at him, he looks... older. A thicker neck, taller, more filled in. He no longer looks like a under-developed five-year-old; he's eight now! Like, physically, to do with his mentally! His crew may have noticed the three-month-long growth spurt, but it may have flown from under the radar.

He holds up a ruler proudly and wags it around.]

Almost a whole ruler taller, guys! The aging thing really worked! I just put some credits in and — bam!

[He fans his longer arms out, blissful in not being small enough to lob in the air. What's up!]

What kindsa' stuff have you guys bought on the computer? Not ship stuff, but stuff for you. They got so much stuff on there, I don't know how anyone can pay for all of it.

action.

[Afterward, you can find him at the Iskaulit Gym, where he'll be in the ring, practicing his moves, doing fast, methodical push-ups and sit ups. Probably a little weird to watch. But hey, he's got this whole work-out routine thing down pat. Nearby, of course, his little panda babe Hoi Hoi is sitting on his rocking horse, a handful of toys scattered around for him to enjoy while his not!dad works.

... What the hell is this gym coming to?]

Hey! You! D'you wanna spar?

[Is he talking to you? He might be talking to you.

... Takeshi, not the panda.

Just. FYI.]

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 ]

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bishop crew
When: Around space noon-ish on the 11th

( Her first sponsor drop, and it's exceptionally useless )

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

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?]

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. ]

passingthrough

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Nah!
Action: Iskaulit
When: April!

[So many spaces to explore. So little time.]

thespaceopera

[The source of the toxins has been discovered to be coming from the Depths that were previously sealed off. The Dasioe, desperate for aid, has agreed to let the Fleet have access to search for the source and put a stop to it. So now it's up to you to prepare yourselves for the unknown, and brave these dark waters for the sake of this world.

But be careful: you aren't alone down there.

This is a catch all-mingle/event log for the Depths event and anything related to it. None of the creatures will be NPCed by mods, so feel free to control them as you'd like.

> Info OOC]

ecclesiophobic

Who: Kurt Darkholme
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Twin Roses
When: Evening 3/13

( Broadcast One )

( Action One )

( Action/Broadcast )

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

perfecting

Who: Nancy Wheeler + you!
Broadcast: no
Action: heron, iskaulit
When: all through march.

( ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ )

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

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

video.
[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:

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MAGNEATO FIRST YEAR! - Magnecessities

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.]

text.
[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.]

imfine1111one

Who: Apollo and whoever's listening
Broadcast: YES fleetwide; video/radio, whichever you prefer
Action: nah, unless someone marches up to his room
When: late at night.

Er, so a lot of strange things seem to be happening, but none of us are dead or being attacked again, so I figure it's best not to question it.

I'm not exactly good at this whole "support" thing, but I guess some people like talking to clear their heads? So let's talk.

Specifically, on a scale of one to ten, what's the most illegal thing you've ever done that you care to admit?

. . .

I can admit I might have ulterior motives due to being a lawyer, but rest assured I don't plan on taking anyone to space court any time soon.

((OOC: PS FEEL FREE TO JUMP EACH OTHER TOO))

throwsdown

Who: Takeshi and any concerned citizens
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A unless you're visiting afterward! (He'll have a mingle thread on the fusion log. You can reply re: network there as well!)
When: TODAY!!!

[There's a static-filled and alarmed transmission before the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone speed off towards each other — the voice is that of Takeshi's sitting at the pilot seat, trying in vain to alter the courses and not let the ships move on their own accord.]

All the ▓▓▓▓▓ controls not working!! Ship▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ can't stop ▓▓▓▓▓▓!!!

Every▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ seatbelts ▓▓▓▓▓▓ gonna crash!

[There's a rolling, anbd the screen is fuzzy and nothing is immediately distinguishable as there's a great big CRASH!!! It seems the crews of the ships have been lost — Or, well, it seemed that way until suddenly the camera, abandoned on the floor, shows... confetti...?]

[Takeshi stands, panting and in a fighting pose, his gun drawn and ready for battle, likely members of the two crews standing around him as well. Slowly... he picks up his feed device and puts away the gun, looking puzzled as he walks around the new bridge, toward the controls.]

Is... everyone okay...?

[He wanders over to the captain's ship, stares down at the cake. Reads what's on it:]

"Congratulations... SS... Goldstone. Happy... Fusion..."

....

....

[After a long and thoughtful pause, he blows out the candle.]

edwinjarvis

Who: Jarvis and you, valentine. ;)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist/Iskaulit, wherever you catch him
When: Valentine's Day of course!!!

[Jarvis here, ready to be — drunk? Perhaps just a little. He is actually doing a PSA whether he realizes it or not, looking disapprovingly at his wine glass. He's rosy-cheeked and his tie is the slightest bit crooked. Just the slightest. And he is currently abandoning his coat because it is clearly getting hot in the Tourist kitchen.]

Oh, myyyyy goodnessgracious, I think — I... Yes, the wrong bottle, this is... the wrong bottle. It's just a little purple...er than the other I was supposed to take from the shelf. I should have known better; I can't read —

[He looks intently at the liquor bottle, marked in alien writing that their augments certainly can't translate.]

I can't read this, period. I think I accidentally drank one of the more potent... bottles...

[... hiccup]

... Not the whole bottle, mind you, I'm not a barbarian.

Clearly two glasses is downright diabolical. I apologize, Miss Nami, I believe this is one of the newer imports. I will have to credit it out in take — ...take it out in credits. Goodness, it's warm in here. I'm going to go to the Iskaulit, since I fancy it cooler there... Cookies!! [Yes, that's as sudden as it seems, and he claps his hands together.] I'll make some cookies, because it is Valentine's Day, and cookies have to be made, and I haven't the supplies nor the mind-power for chocolate... anything, really. And I certainly have nothing to do on Valentine's Day, no sir — or ma'am. I am quite freed up by... by the light-years-away... -ness, of my predicament. Very much free to bake indeed. I don't mind at all. I — it's very... un-routine of me, to have no one to bake for on this particular date.

[He huffs.]

If you don't have a valentine, please stop by the Space Bar kitchen, I will have cookies so you can at least eat cookies. It's completely unnecessary to have a single valentine — it doesn't need to be a... lady or fellow you fancy, either. I'll have you know I made my classmates biscuits every year, save for — goodness, that time in... 1925...? When I came down with the flu. What a terrible February that was. I thought I'd gone — bubonic.

..... I'm talking quite a lot.

If you'll excuse me, I need my apron. Where did I put my...

[...... He's wandered off.]

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 ]

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)

[VIDEO]

[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 )

notanoptimist

Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday

[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.

He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.

Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]

I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]

[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.

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Entries tagged with erik lehnsherr

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[video/action] ♪ I'm a big kid now! ♪

April System Mingle

(Video) Looma's mad about something, news at eleven

003; video

Heron mingle

text & video » open

Iskaulit Mingle

EVENT LOG | There's always a bigger fish.

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Just Keeping Swimming | March Planet Mingle

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴs ʜᴇʀᴇ ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )

[ incoming message: encrypted. ]

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Panicked Video. WELCOME TO STEVEN UNIVERSE.

Video. the ramblings of a drunk british man.

Rew System Mingle

Heron - She's your problem now [Video + Action]

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