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[personal profile] unbridles
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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[personal profile] sonof_mogh
Who: Worf and you.
Broadcast: Open.
Action: Marsiva kitchen.
When: Now. 4th of July.


[The feed cuts in showing a rather irritated Klingon tasting some of the "space gel" that the crew are forced to eat as a substitute to real food. He's in the kitchen, having had no choice but to tear himself away from all the memories and strange rooms aboard the ship. Worf isn't good dealing with odd situations like staring into someone's past or trying to get his head around things like that.]

How can anyone call this food? It is tasteless and lacks everything real food has! This is nothing compared to Gagh.

[That's Klingon food. Worms that are alive and move a lot.]

This show has gone on long enough. I demand to know what is happening and why there are these strange memories of people being shown in rooms. If you were a man I would kill you where you stand!

[He's targeting his anger at the network, hoping to get his rage across to the Atroma; his captors. Maybe Worf is just annoyed at the food selection and lack of prune juice. It seems he wants to pick a fight with something or someone.]
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  • Aurae "Tempest" Le Paulmier
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  • (last updated: 6/18/17)
    musicalhost: (neutral)
    [personal profile] musicalhost
    Who: Ezri Dax and you!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Caprine
    When: 6/5

    [Awhile back, she'd toyed with the idea of building a replicator in the hopes of making clothes and more palatable food available to the fleet. And it had taken since about then for Ezri to find all the parts she would need. It might not be incredibly efficient at first but she could improve it gradually once she finished.

    Off and on over a couple weeks, she worked at it in the cargo bay and, today, she turns on her communicator with a smile.]


    I've been working on a little project lately and I should finish today, I thought I'd share my progress.

    [She sets it down, tilted towards the device she's working on and gets back to work. About ten minutes later there's a loud BANG and the immediate area starts filling with smoke. She's quick to smother the cause and then mutters a curse.]

    I've been a scientist and and engineer- that should have worked.

    Video

    May. 31st, 2017 06:55 pm
    halfbloodhatchling: (Default)
    [personal profile] halfbloodhatchling
    Who: Kai and Open
    Broadcast: Yes
    Action: The Caprine
    When: Now

    I’m sure everyone already saw Kirk’s post and knows that Leonard McCoy is gone. That means the Caprine currently doesn’t have a Captain, and as her first officer…I want to ask if anyone else is willing to step in as Captain. I am decidedly not up to the job.

    [ He doesn’t care how little actual work being Captain seems to be. He doesn’t want it. ]

    I do think first preference should go to anyone on the Caprine who wants it, but after that, anything goes.

    [ A pause, like maybe that’s all he has to say, before Kai adds one more thing, voice softer. ]

    Also, if anyone wants to come over, drink, and share McCoy stories, please join me this evening, on the Caprine.

    [ They still have sufficient alcohol, and it seems as fitting an action as anything else Kai can think of. ]
    universal_charm: (Crying / Scared)
    [personal profile] universal_charm
    Who: Jim Kirk + You
    Broadcast: Yes; everyone
    Action: The Tourist
    When: Now

    VIDEO

    [ When Kirk's face appears on the screen, there is a weariness to him. Had his eyes been red rimmed one might have thought he had been crying. Maybe he had and he just hid it well. His shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and there was no joy in his eyes, or a smile hiding in the corner of his lips. In fact, for a few solid heartbeats he says nothing, just looks into the camera as if waiting for someone to stop him from what he is about to say. ]

    For all those that knew him, Leonard McCoy has been returned home.

    He will be sorely missed.

    [ Kirk looks like he wants to say more. Knows he should say more. Captains needed to say more and be strong for everyone else, that was what they did, but he couldn't. Not this time. It was to much this time.

    So he just takes a breath and reaches up, shutting off the feet. ]


    THE TOURIST

    [ His message sent out, after exhausting all possible reason for him to be elsewhere and unreachable, Kirk slumped in the chair he sat in, resting his forehead against his clasped hands. For a long moment his room is quiet, almost deathly so - ]

    DAMN IT!

    [ The shout, followed by the sharp crash of glass shattering against a wall, the wet slop of liquid hitting the floor. Then silence. ]
    timelysteward: (Default)
    [personal profile] timelysteward
    [The first angle you see of the phone screen is, strangely enough, looking up at one of the ceilings of the Marivisa. Out of the corner of the screen, you can the edge of a shelf, or perhaps a desk. Slowly peering over the edge, you can see a small, Baroque style clock.

    Which has eyes. And a mouth. And it's two hands twitch on the side of his small mechanical face like whiskers. You cannot believe you can make this out, but yes, it does in fact look like the clock is scowling downwards.

    Then sighing. Rather dramatically, at that. Then the clock disappears. There is the sound of wood scuffling across metal, then a 'Careful Cogsworth, careful waaaugh!', and the sound of a crash as something wooden slips off of something plastic and then down to something hard. Like the metal floor.

    After a moment, the phone is tilted back up into the clock's face, and it growls at all of you in an impossibly posh British accent.]

    I don't know where I am. I don't know where this is. I don't know what is happening. But whatever It is? It is somehow Lumiere's fault!
    thespaceopera: (drifting)
    [personal profile] thespaceopera
    Who: Anyone attending the Ball!
    Broadcast: If you’d like.
    Action: Orfwyn Dreadhorse’s personal asteroid
    When: May 12th - 13th …. 14th if you really like to party.




    Welcome to the biggest party of the season! Grab a date, dress up to the nines, and get ready to party the night away! In other words, it’s a mingle! Feel free to make a top level with any prompts or styles you prefer.

    Get the Details! )
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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.
    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 ]

    (Open)

    Apr. 14th, 2017 05:46 am
    castintoflames: (✧ it leaves me cold)
    [personal profile] castintoflames
    Who: Maedhros
    Broadcast: Fleetwide~
    Action: On the S.S. Huntress.
    When: Friday morning.

    The best secrets are never told; they are buried down deep and killed before they reach the lips.

    (His family has many such secrets and he has added a vault or two of his own to them. He also knows the power of denial. A secret can't hurt if you believe it isn't real.)

    I am experienced with secrets and lies. There are not any that could hurt me now. However...

    Those rumors relating to my family shall do them no harm. If they were heard, you will forget them.

    (There is a steely glint to his eyes now; threatening, mad.)

    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]
    musicalhost: (didn't need to hear that)
    [personal profile] musicalhost
    Who: Ezri and you?
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Caprine
    When: 4/2

    [Up until now, Ezri had managed her spacesickness very well. And by manage it, she would mean that she's absolutely ignored it as much as she could and mentioning it to no one. No one from DS9 was there to call her on her lie by omission. And Beverly isn't from the same year so she has that at her advantage.

    Except, nothing lasts forever. She looks a little green when she speaks up.]


    So, is this what life here is? Stopping somewhere for most of a month, welcoming new kidnap victims, and then drifting somewhere else? It seems like... like.... [She swallows hard.]

    Excuseme! [And gone.]
    edwinjarvis: kid (pic#11064369)
    [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.



    SS TOURIST

    [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.]


    [Audio]

    [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?]


    SS STARSTRUCK / ISKAULIT

    [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.]


    CATCH-ALL WILDCARD

    [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. :)]

    halfbloodhatchling: (Default)
    [personal profile] halfbloodhatchling
    Who: Kai Gracen and Open
    Broadcast: Yes
    Action: On the Caprine
    When: Now

    You're speaking to the First Mate on the Caprine now, I guess. If any other first mates want to give me advice on my duties, that sounds grand.

    [ A wink, yeah, he's already figured out about how much a first mate does (or does not) do. Mostly he figured McCoy might not mind what help he could give. ]

    And for everyone new or new-ish on the Caprine, which might even include me, welcome.

    Maybe we can have a party when we leave this system. It can double as a 'thank Morrígan no one expects us to be fish anymore' party.

    If anyone wants to fetch alcohol from this planet while you're out, we can probably find a way to drink it.

    [ Kai's mostly wandering through the Caprine now, trying to at least inventory what they already have. What previous crew members might have left behind and still hasn't been claimed. He knows McCoy is going to be on the planet, helping. It's just that Kai would be useless on two counts if he'd gone with, and he does feel a bit bad about it. ]
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    [personal profile] musicalhost
    Who: Ezri Dax
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action:N/A unless you're on he Marsiva
    When: Now

    [It's starts with a young woman rolling off the bed, short hair messy and a starfleet uniform, if you'll recognize the style uniform she wears, a bit wrinkled. And, if anyone has met one, her Trill spots are very noticeable right now. She's fairly groggy yet as she wakes up and pulls herself to her feet.]

    Hello? [Where... is she?] Julian? Ben? ... Kira? [Anyone?

    Give her a few moments, she eventually realizes she's broadcasting.]


    Hello, I'm Curz- Emon- uh... [Ughh, she rubs at her eyes and ruffles at her hair, trying to fully wake herself up.] I'm Dax. Ezri Dax, Lieutenant Junior Grade, I'm the counselor on Deep Space Nine in orbit of Bajor.

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