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[personal profile] takingkarabusiness
Who: Touristos and friends
Broadcast: as needed
Action: Tourist/wherever friends are found
When: August

[ One may have noticed the mood around The Universe's Most Hospitable Ship has been somber and quiet as of late, despite the super swank new system. Feel free to drop by unannounced, call in, or just drop a line! ]
english_dignity: (magic - this is how)
[personal profile] english_dignity
Who: Arthur and open
Broadcast: Video
Action: Huntress
When: Monday

[Arthur's been a bit bored and homesick lately, so he's settled himself in the galley of the Huntress with a cup of tea and a sketchpad, working on a rough plan for... well, it's anyone's guess really, because the angle to the camera isn't ideal. Still, it's apparently cheering him up because he's got a smile.]

With how much downtime we seem to have between bursts of alien madness, I thought I'd ask what hobbies people have picked up to pass the hours. New ones, ones from home? Myself, I've been trying to pick up the guitar again after our stay in the Corbius belt, but also would be interested in getting back into a few handicrafts I like to think I'm rather good at.

Which brings me to my second question. Has anyone come across a source for sewing supplies? Or perhaps for wood carving? Neither have to be particularly fancy. I can work with some very basic tools.

If anyone needs something tailored, I suppose I could take on a commission or two as well. Once I have the materials, that is.
willynilly: (happiness is to you)
[personal profile] willynilly
Who: Ochako + OTA
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Nowish?


( video / broadcast; )

Ssssoooo... anybody I know have a license to fly those space cars? I want to learn how to drive one! But they said I have to be 18 to drive it alone, so I need an adult with me. I can get the autopilot versions, but, um. They kind of freak me out? ...Also they suck. They really, really suck.

[did I mention the video image shows the background around her looks like it's upside down? because it totally looks like it is.]

Anyway, let me know if you can help! It can't be that different from a shuttle, and I'm not bad with those! Thanks in advance.


( on the planet; )

[how much do the autopilot hovers suck? Ochako's gone and found out the hard way. she's rented one that is exceptionally glitchy- it really likes to fly upside down, which is why her broadcast looks so weird. This isn't such a terrible thing when your superpower is gravity-erasing, but she can only do that for so long before she loses her lunch, so over the course of the rental she might pass people by doing the following:

1) sitting in her seat, upside down, looking awfully green

2) dangling from her clipped seatbelt like it's a swing, legs kicking

3) carefully climbing down the seatbelt trying to reach the ground

She might need a little bit of help. That's if she doesn't straight-up collide with somebody first. Uh, duck?]


Ah- ahhhh, look out!!
valyrianstorm: (❂ turned slowly to his native coast)
[personal profile] valyrianstorm
Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Wonderduck.
When: Evening.

[Sitting in one of the pilot seats, violet eyes bright as she maneuvers the controls with deft, small hands, Daenerys seems to be totally in her element. Flying awakens a whole new side to her - one hungry for adventure and freedom. How could she possibly be freer than when she is amongst the stars?]

I have been wondering...

Where does one go for strong drinks and pleasurable company? You cannot convince me all aboard the Fleet abstain from alcohol and sex.

[She leans back, then, tilting her head impishly.]

If that is a term we must fulfill, I can think of others I would rather take my place.
sonof_mogh: (Klingon Empire Logo)
[personal profile] sonof_mogh
Who: Worf and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Vanquish
When: Now

SS Vanquish:

Armoury:

[Worf can be found studying the armour and weapons within the confines of the room. A keen weapon specialist, this Klingon is picking up one of the rifles and studying it closely. Not bad. Yet, it could not outmatch a bladed weapon in his view.]

These weapons are unfamiliar to me yet, they possess strength and the build is well made. Are there any bladed weapons we can use?

[This time he wondered if there was anywhere he could get back his Mek'leth knives.]


Kitchen:

Is there anything to eat within the confines of this prison?

[One annoyed Klingon here. Worf found the space gel and wasn't even going to attempt to get any from the dispensers. It was disgusting. How were the crew suppose to survive? There had to be a cook aboard, surely? What about drink? Any prune juice? He doubted it.]

This was not what I expected when I was forced aboard this ship. Any meat?

[He searched in containers and found no animal. Damn this.]


Cargo Hold:

[Now, this was more Worf's style. A gym. Good. He could work out here and practice his martial arts. A Klingon needed to be battle ready at all times and this recreation room was near enough to a Holosuite as he was going to get. He walked around for a few moments, taking in the equipment and layout before noticing the punch bag.

He gave it a few hard punches, before moving onto the weights. Lifting the heaviest he could find, he grunted a little with effort but was soon lifting them easily from the tops of his thighs to his shoulders. Good. At least he still had his strength. Yet, he wanted a battle simulator. Did they have one? He put the weights down and frowned.]


Is there anywhere a man can practice a battle? I need weapons.



Network:

I have many questions since being made prisoner aboard this ship.

[A view of a Klingon could be seen through the feed's screen. His hair was tied up in typical warrior fashion in a pony tail at the back, while he still wore the uniform from Deep Space Nine. Starfleet issue.]

My Mek'leth knives were stolen from me on arrival by the Atroma. Is there anyway I can replicate some more? A smith even? I feel naked without my weapons and somewhere to practice with them would be helpful too. A Klingon's right should be that he can practice battling with enemies.

[He just feels useless after all. No way was he here for some "show."]

If anyone can help me it would be appreciated. One other thing....prune juice and Gagh. I wish to have these two items also. The food aboard this ship is...less than satisfactory for a Klingon's needs.

[Totally not fussy. At all.]
pain_train: (what the fudge just happened)
[personal profile] pain_train
Who: A BLAST FROM THE PAST Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Paisley
When: Right this very minute, until the shuffle happens

[Action]
[She wakes up all at once, disoriented, because this isn't her familiar bunk on the Windrose, and the comfortable, warm weights of Jellybean and Officer Snuggles are missing. It also, thank fuck, doesn't look like any place she knows in Proles. Wrath staggers around the room for a circuit, tries the door, oh shit it's locked, and--

It takes a second for her never-quite-the-same memory to identify where the hell she's ended up: she's on the Marsiva.

...again?

It's a little disquieting, because everything is arranged exactly how she remembered before. But she knows what's going on this time, right?

Right?

And just as she's gathering her thoughts to try to speak coherently for a broadcast... BANG. A little spray of confetti--she remembers this part, kind of--and she's on the bridge of a ship, but it's not her ship, and she's even more confused. She whips around, trying to figure out where the hell she even is.]


...what the fuck is even going on?

[Broadcast]
[She is still so very, very confused.]

Um. Hi everyone! It's me. Wrath. First officer of the Windrose.

[This is dumb. Everyone already knows who you are, Wrath.]

I mean. You know that already. But. Um. Does anyone know why I was on the Marsiva and then... still not on my ship? Did I get my ass killed or something?

Um. And Captain Vision, sorry. For whatever I did to end up here. I didn't mean it. Unless I did mean it at the time, and then I'm just really, really sorry and I'll be even sorrier as soon as I can remember.
takingkarabusiness: (spg213_1160)
[personal profile] takingkarabusiness
Who: Kara & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: the Tourist
When: now!

[ broadcast ]

[ Kara is wearing her new sunglasses (blue) and eating Red Vines (red, obviously). The video is kind of vlog style with her just hanging out in her room and talking into the camera ]

People should tell me about the food they got from home! Was it something you love? Something you hate? Share!

Also if anyone wants to hang out, let me know. I feel like there's still this like, cloud over the Fleet from the shenanigans last month—reasonably so but I'm boooooooored. Let's make plans!

[ she waves and the video ends ]

[ action ]

[ Kara is either in her room or in the kitchen, hanging out and trying to figure out what to do around here ]

[Video]

Jul. 15th, 2017 11:33 pm
tallasaking: (Books are my love)
[personal profile] tallasaking
[Tyrion's video clicked on once more, and yes, he's sitting in his New Engineering Station, with a lot more bits, and bobs, and all sorts of interesting new things that he can use in his inventions. He is, of course, eying the new tools suspiciously. Even more so the basket waiting for him, with a big red and gold bow.]

....Well. [He finally says.] Someone clearly wants to see what sort of trouble I can get myself into.

[He flicks the bow with one finger.] So is this a challenge, Atroma? You vs me in who can invent the most clever item to trip the other one up? Or are you truly sorry for what you've done?

[He tipped his head towards the camera.] Remember who you're dealing with. No one knows better than I that gifts from your enemies always have a hook inside them.

[He pulled loose the bow, a sharp smile on his face.]
universal_charm: (Oh Come ON)
[personal profile] universal_charm
Who: Jim Kirk & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Tourist if you want to speak to him in person
When: Now! Right now!

[ The video comes on and Kirk fills the screen, looking somewhere between perturbed and amused, maybe even a touch confused. Or was it miffed? Either way it's a slightly odd expression and just to his left is sitting a basket most everyone should be familiar with now. It is opened, though the food stuffs is left untouched (for now - he's not Looma, okay?).

He picks one of the items up off the table beside him and holds it up - it's a picture of a bird with some words atop it that read: 'I took a calculated risk, but man, am I bad at math' and titled on the frame as "Self Portrait". ]


I feel this is a very sassy and unwarranted attack on my character, Atroma. Is there something you're trying to tell me?
tough_love: (No words only rage)
[personal profile] tough_love
Who: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video! And open to everyone. Everyone.
Action: Anyone on the Bishop I guess? If they want?
When: Backdated to the 10th

[After seeing to her new captain-y obligations, and figuring out who the new people on the ship are, Looma's got some important business to take care of. Very important business. She's set her comm down and everything, and look at that she's still got her nicely wrapped little gift basket in one hand! Though it doesn't look like she's so much as opened it yet.]

It has not escaped my notice that our new hosts have provided us with gifts. And, as I know they are watching us, I believe it is only appropriate I express my gratitude as directly as possible.

[Which...involves opening an airlock for some reason. Okay. Oh, yep, she's just tossing her beautifully wrapped gift basket right on in there isn't she- and glaring so hard at the camera the entire time you'd swear she was trying to burn a hole in it. Once the door's sealed, it's just one angry button smash before the whole thing's just shot right out into space. Didn't even break eye contact, either.]

I trust that should suffice.
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[personal profile] candothat
Who: Pavel Chekov and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist and/or Iskaulit
When: From the Great Shuffle through July


[video]

It was kind of our hosts to give us gifts after keeping us on the Marsiva and making us share far, far too much with each other, but...

[The Russian pulls his lovely gift basket into view. In addition to the candies and fudge and pickled herring (he is grateful for all of these things, thank you space hosts), there are a few additional items that he is less amused by.]

Did anyone else find their choice in gifts, er... slightly insulting?

Although it was thoughtful of them, I admit, to provide a shirt [it says "I <3 bad boys," for the Russian speakers out there] for my girlfriend to wear once I grow her.

[Sarcasm. That was definitely sarcasm.]


[action]

[If Pavel isn't poking around his quarters on the Tourist, then he's going for a run on the Iskaulit. In either case, he is making no real effort to be sociable. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to people, it's just that there are a lot of things that he doesn't want to talk about. Everyone knows that the only sure way to avoid certain topics of conversation is to avoid talking entirely.

Any attempts on his part to keep quiet will fail miserably if he's approached. Being a person who likes other people is so hard sometimes.]



[ooc: If you, like me, wanted to do ALL of the Calibration things but grossly overestimated your ability to do so, you're welcome to browse Chekov's memories and handwave your character seeing any of the unmarked ones.]
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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.]
timelysteward: (Resting Bitch Face)
[personal profile] timelysteward
[Does this look like a harassed clock with a human face? Does it? Good, because it's Cogsworth, sitting in front of a window on the Marvisa and he looks like he just swallowed about a half a dozen lemons. In his tiny brass hands he is holding a piece of paper, and he keeps fiddling with it, shifting it between his two hands.

He puts one brass hand up to his mouth, clears his throat, and then fumbles with the paper for a moment. Could he be ... nervous? It's possible.

Lips pressed together, the time hands on his face twitching, he states flatly.]

Hello. My name is Cogsworth and I am a ... [now he has to look at the word.] Ho-mo-sexual. I realize that I am a ... clock, but I assure you that I am not a ho-mo-sex-ual clock, but a ho-mo-sex-ual man. I have been ... told. Rigorously.

[Here he is glowering.]

That I need to ... 'embrace' this. So. If there are any ... individual males who would not mind ... being complimented by a ... human clock, then, ah. Please! Come forward.

[Okay he'll try a smile but it's more of a sheepish grimace at this point. God help him.]
sonof_mogh: (pissed)
[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.]
valyrianstorm: (❂ was god so economical)
[personal profile] valyrianstorm
Who: Daenerys & Open
Broadcast: Yes~
Action: Not unless you want to seek her out/contact her beforehand.
When: Evening, July 3rd.

[She is smiling like a satisfied cat, eyes agleam.]

The Dragon enters the Fleet and the Lions and Wolves scatter. [Fitting, though a bit disappointing. She has envisioned her enemies for so long and they still evade her, dancing just beyond her fingertips.]

[Private to Tyrion.]

You have my sympathies. Let us make the most of our time amongst the stars, hm? [She is already star-gazing, sitting before an impressive window, her hair completely loose and recently brushed.]

The only Lion worth my time remains and that works in my favor. Our favor.

[/]
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (DONUT!)
[personal profile] goldenglasses
Who: Vash and hungry donut lovers
Broadcast: Yes
Action: In the kitchen of the Marsiva
When: Morning of June 24th

Hey guys! I've gotten myself some extra donuts from our lovely new hosts. [It's up to you to decided if he's being sarcastic or not about that statement. It can be hard to tell the difference.] And they look delicious! [He moves the camera down to pan across the delicious treats.] And trust me they taste even better than they look! Come share one with me if you want!

[Perhaps if he was consciously aware of the donut shop his calibration self owned he may not be making this offer. Luckily for fellow donut lovers he doesn't so he's willing to share at the moment.]
universal_charm: (Defiance)
[personal profile] universal_charm
Who: Kirk + Fellow Captains and First Mates
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes; On the Marsiva
When: After this post

[ Broadcast ]
Given the recent events, I think it is prudent that all current captains and their first mates meet. It has been some time since we've had one, to my knowledge, and I believe it to be in our better interests to discuss the change in circumstances.

I'll secure a space that can fit us all, and let you know where and when soon.

[ Action ]
[ Kirk had secured a space that was both relatively private and large enough to fit all of the captains and first mates. At least being on the Marsiva meant that everything here was more or less neutral ground, even if it didn't feel like the safest place to meet per say. But putting this off until they got off it didn't feel right either, so best to make the most of it.

Hopefully all the captains would come, and their first mates, and they could try to make sense of the most recent events. Because someone had to, right? ]

001; video

May. 23rd, 2017 05:06 pm
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[personal profile] wingedman
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] norwaysown
Who: Signy Mallory and Open
Broadcast: Yes, first part is open network, second part is ship comm
Action: Wonderduck
When: Shortly after the shuffle

Open Network - Video

[ There’s a young-looking woman with silver hair and serious eyes addressing the network. ]

I know that people here come from all sorts of walks of life, but I’m wondering who else has a military background. It seems like there are some things we’d be able to help each other with.

If you can, list your rank, name, and the nature of the service.

For myself it’s Captain, Signy Mallory, and it was a space ship, close to a thousand personnel under my command.

Closed Broadcast to the Wonderduck

Some of you may be aware of the fact that I was a ship’s Captain where I come from, and I have my ideas about how to run a ship now that I'm Captain of this one. I keep a tight hold on my crew, and if you disobey my orders — of which there will be more than you’re likely accustomed — you will face discipline.

If that’s likely to be a problem for you, you’re welcome to take a transfer to another ship. In fact, I would encourage you to.

For those of you who are staying, I’ll be in touch with updates to the ship’s rules soon.

[ If that sounds ominous, it should. ]

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