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[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam Winchester and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Space Bar or SS Bloodsport
When: The 9th - sometime these next few days.
(Note: feel free to take your time tagging this if you have a calibration with him! Or we can wrap it up quick or plan out the ending, whatever you prefer! No rush.)


[So — Sam got updated. Thank fucking christ. Nami, you'd better be ready for him to excitedly knock on your door at some point. You can also find Sam at The Space Bar, where he's right back to bar-tending. Feel free to stop by if you need him. But as everyone settles back into normalcy aboard the fleet, Sam makes a new entry to the network. Gotta air out that dirty laundry business.

A few days after they've returned home:]


So, um. That was something, huh...?

[He clears his throat, drums his fingers on top of an old red book.]

Let's just clear the room — I wanted to apologize for... anyone who had gone into my head, or whatever you want to call it. I know there's a lot in there that isn't exactly pleasant to deal with. But I'm cool with it. I mean, I remember it all, and I'm totally fine with everything. So if you're worried about the whole trespassing thing... I'll get over it.

I'm just... I'm sorry, because I know some of it was... Yeah.

[He's dealt with worse. Far worse.]

There are some things for me to be thankful for, right now, in better news; I got a quick trip back home between the Marsiva and the Bloodsport. See, um... My brother, he made it out of a predicament in one piece when I was sure he was gone. And I did, too. Somehow. And I got to meet my mom. Like, in the flesh, as herself.

So as shitty as this month has been in some respects... I'm... just happy I've got her and my brother.


Anyway. Enough of the sappy serious stuff.

Anyone want to rent out a book? I'm starting to get quite a collection here.

I've got a list, I'll post it for you guys.


IT by Stephen King
A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Rick)
The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Arthur)
Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! by Mo Willems
Lord of the Flies by William Golding (Bucky)
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (Sawyer)
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss

... And...

[He holds up two more: All My Friends are Dead by Avery Monson and Jory John, and... The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories by Alisa Surkis and Monica Nolan. He winces.]

Look, I'm not going to kink shame — but someone please take the horse one. You can pass it around like it's The Ring video for all I care.
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[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.]
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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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  • (last updated: 6/18/17)
    thespaceopera: (hello)
    [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!
    hollystrike: (has no right to bitch)
    [personal profile] hollystrike
    Who: Katie and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Vanquish
    When: Now-ish? Though this should have been put up like a month ago, whoops

    Hey I've got a question:

    Who else has the personnel augment?
    What do you do with it?
    Are we really meant to act like counsellors?
    Do you act as your ship's therapists?
    Or do you just really like the nice room you get?
    What do you do with the nice room?
    I turned mine into a blanket fort.
    Should I post a sign saying THE DOCTOR IS 

    [Actually, it hasn't been a blanket fort in months now, but psh. IT IS IN SPIRIT, OKAY.]

    This is obviously a very important and singular question.
    Less important: do you know anything about souls?  Know any soul magic?
    livesfastdiesung: ((218) copy)
    [personal profile] livesfastdiesung
    Who: Freyja and YOU
    Broadcast: Yes!
    Action: If you happen to be on the Paisley, then sure.
    When: Now

    [When the broadcast starts, Freyja's there, just looking like her usual, possibly excessively bubbly self.]

    Hiya! Okay, so, I have an important question. What's your favorite star system? I know we visit them a lot, but I wanna know what you've liked most, especially if you've been to a bunch of them.
    collegedropout: (Default)
    [personal profile] collegedropout
    Who: Sam Winchester and Katie McCoy
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Closed.
    When: Sometime around 3/12/17.

    Sam has finally ran into a wall with his echo problems. A big spiked wall, full of shark teeth.

    Just some business between some bros. )
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    [personal profile] edwinjarvis
    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 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.]
    reconstitution: (Fuck this)
    [personal profile] reconstitution
    Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS Heron
    When: 3/10


    [ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.

    He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.

    Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]

    I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...


    [ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]
    throwsdown: (pic#10376736)
    [personal profile] throwsdown
    Who: Takeshi, baby Hoi Hoi (aka a panda version of baby Groot) and you!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS Goldstone
    When: Now

    [When the feed opens up, Takeshi is in hysterics. Tears streaming and face all twisted up and splotchy and deep sobs heaving in his chest.

    At first, extremely concerning — but then, you see what he's bear hugging (no pun intended) against his bosom. It's a panda, soft and babyish, still big enough that he's a handful for a boy who looks six or seven, but also very small for a panda bear. He's in a little black suit, round eyes peering around with some confusion at Takeshi's... very emotional outburst.]

    IT'S MY HOI HOI!! HE'S BEEN G-G-G-GIVEN B-BACK TO ME — I did the trial and he was there, he was alive, and it's him; he's here, even after I lost him, he's back...!


    [He rubs his cheek against Hoi Hoi's fuzzy cheek, leaving a wet spot there, and he heaves a sob.]

    I l-love you so much, Hoi Hoi. I'll protect you now, I'll always keep you s—safe...!!

    [Hoi Hoi yawns, unaware of just how important this reunion is. Takeshi and his panda friend can be found in the captain's room; he's got him on his bed and is feeding him some of that synthetic milk from a bottle kindly given by a local. Near Hoi Hoi's foot is a half-destroyed fish plushy. Or maybe you find him in the kitchen, Hoi Hoi sitting on the table while Takeshi writes a thank you note to place in that temple later.

    His best friend is alive, and everything is so good.

    If you're passing back and forth you may find your leg suddenly clung to by said panda baby.

    ... And if you're interested in why this is a big deal for the lad, just
    read this completely awful and terrible thread featuring pet death from his last game.

    God help you, though.]

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    [personal profile] geonomy
    Who: Vanquish crew and visitors!
    Broadcast: Nah?
    Action: On the Vanquish and around the planet!
    When: Right meow, and also for March

    [Vanquish crew? Up to things? It's more likely than you think.

    Get in here, it's time for a mingle!]
    throwsdown: (pic#9441388)
    [personal profile] 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.]
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    [personal profile] 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 ]


    Feb. 5th, 2017 03:25 pm
    collegedropout: (pic#10721800)
    [personal profile] collegedropout
    Who: Sam and you!
    Broadcast: fleetwide
    Action: Bloodsport or Iskaulit Bar if you find a way to squeeze in an action thread!
    When: Today or whatevs, but backdated stuff is cool too.

    [The last week has been really, really rough. Most people probably know.

    He's been all but nonexistent for that entire week, and a few days after, too. Buried in hell memories and glitched to the point of barely functioning, he had stayed aboard the Bloodsport mostly with Nami. For the better, he knows later on; Nami understood him best, when it came to that side of him. It doesn't make him anymore ashamed and embarrassed that people had to see that. It makes him a bit depressed in the short time that follows. He wakes up on the third as himself — himself now, anyway. But he decided to just sleep for a day or two and try not to think about all the baggage.

    But — he'll get pushed to move eventually, and the bar does need bartenders.

    He will be out at the bar as he had been before the glitch.

    It was what it was, he reminds himself. It was a part of him, and it's... well, it's not over, it'll never be over, but he's come a long way. He's better than that husk he'd been in the garden. He adapted and he survived. That has to count for something.

    Still, there's some things to address.]


    Hey, guys, I'm alive. Sorry for being so MIA at the bar, but I'm back now... Let me know if I missed anything.

    [He's much better. See?? No burns or scars, and he's got his hair brushed, and everything is A-OK.]

    I wanted to... apologize to everyone who ran into me, last week. I, uh, I said some pretty miserable crap and I know I sounded like a crazy person. And I just wanted to thank you guys for putting up with, um... that part of me. It's been years, and I'm much better now, and I don't... want anyone to - [He pauses, wringing a rag from the bar in his hands.] - to worry or anything like that.

    I'm okay now.

    So If you need a drink, I'll be here.

    [A deep breath.]

    Well... I don't want to just leave it on that note, so.

    ... Aaaah, let me think.


    What's something you've accomplished that you're really proud of?
    collegedropout: (hell3)
    [personal profile] collegedropout
    Who: Sam and you. Also Hell!Sam.
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Iskaulit
    When: 1/25/17 and onward as he glitches.

    WARNING for Supernatural being awful, so you'll find stuff here that will be very mental health oriented. Mentions of torture/abuse, potentially graphic in narrative, talk of hallucinations, hell, the devil, etc. Sam'll also be reacting as someone who has endured said things listed so if that sort of thing bothers you don't mind me (or if you're close CR lemme know and we can work around it). Sam's a hot mess 'de-aged' for a week to season 6 (~5 years ago in canon), where he hasn't been resurrected yet and thinks he's still trapped in hell. Your character may think he's canon updated into the future but it's quite the opposite! Luckily!

    WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY. AFTERMATH, CONTINUED. Space Bar/Garden/Iskaulit. (aka anything you wanna do before he glitches)

    [Sam has busied himself with helping with repairs; luckily things aren't quite so awful looking, and the debris and blood's been relatively cleaned away. The garden is one of his top priorities, actually, other than helping re-open the bar (which congrats, guys, we did it! just need some replacements but...), and he can be found carefully replanting and plucking dead leaves and sadly pulling any of his herbs that were too damaged to salvage. He also helps with the library and works on any damage the Bloodsport sustained. Everything seems to at least be getting back to normal. That's good. Really good. And as much as he wishes they'd been spared the attack — Aria's still out, even if she's not dead from her injuries — he at least finds a shitty silver lining in being too occupied to think.]

    FRIDAY. LIBRARY. "who wants to remember all that hell?"

    [And on schedule, per Sam's luck, he glitches.

    He's in the middle of quietly reading in the library when it happens, like a punch. His eyes roll back and he's out for the count, slumping forward, unconscious — for a short while. Images dance behind his eyes, voices teasing him from afar. If you happen to find him here, practically comatose against handwritten accounts of what happened during the raider attack, you'll find he looks — bad. Pale pink scars have formed on his arms and neck and face, and he twitches in the throes of terrible images, eyelashes clumped and wet. Despite what it looks like, he hasn't updated to a new point; he hasn't gone to the future.

    No, he's gone to the past. Down below, trapped with the devil himself in a cage. De-aged years back, before he was resurrected, plucked from hell by Death himself. An attempt to rouse him will give the visitor a surprise: Sam jerks like he's been burned, shuddering like he's been struck by lightning before he throws himself back from the chair, toppling it with him, a strangled NO flying from his lips as he blindly crawls back and away. He's terrified and confused, utterly confused.

    ... Good luck.]

    GLITCH. Iskaulit. Garden.

    [After he wakes up from the library, anyone who expected him throughout the day will find he'll absolutely miss any appointments. He can be found wandering the Iskaulit, actually. He's not all there — actually, he's trying to figure out where this hallucination begins and ends. Nothing makes any sense, but there's no way he's going to think he's out of hell. No, this must be some elaborate prank by the devil. He's just... waiting for the whole thing to fall apart. Sure, he hasn't seen any familiar faces, and usually things would have gotten violent by now, but... you know. You can't trust Lucifer and his new tricks. Always, new tricks. You can't torment someone for eighteen decades without mixing things up a bit.

    The nervous figure rubs his hand along his burn-marked skin, over rough scarring, and looks nothing like the usually confident and good-natured man Sam usually is; he's flighty, and his eyes dart to any little noise like it may very well be the death of him. Er. Well. He's pretty sure he's dead anyway, but the... mutilation and reconstruction of his soul, if you will. He doesn't want to be found, but it's inevitable. His teeth chatter behind his lips and he passes like a ghost, gray-rimmed eyes and disheveled appearance unnatural on his figure.

    Sometimes if he hears someone approaching, he finds a place to hide and wait it out. Whether or not the person in question doesn't find him is another matter entirely, but regardless, he'll look at you as if you're aiming to behead him and squeeze into the smallest hiding space he can in order to evade your destructive hands. Because you're probably Morning star, you know? Probably.

    He revisits the garden, temporarily eased by the plant-life growing there. Lucifer always did love nature. One of the few pleasures he was allowed was to witness exquisite scenery sometimes, when the devil was feeling generous. It was always accompanied with some sort of terrible double-edged sword, but at least Sam could enjoy that much. He sits with his legs pulled up, long fingers awkwardly plucking at someone's plant — he's a bit confused, because even though he's completely sure he's in hell and has been and never will get out... there's just. Something off. Something different. When he breathes, it doesn't hurt his lungs. And his bones don't crunch when he walks. And there aren't any hooks, aren't any flames (yet, Sam, yet, don't assume anything).

    Even so. He huffs tiredly, head rolling on his shoulders, and plucks off a small fruit, unsure if he's even capable of eating it.

    It's not real, it's not real. It's not. It'll probably turn into razors in his mouth.]

    ... This cage isn't very hot.

    [Or frostbite-cold.

    It's quite... pleasant, this temperature. 

    Everything is different. The devil is probably enjoying his owl-eyed confusion.]
    collegedropout: (pic#9761314)
    [personal profile] collegedropout
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Fleetwide
    When: A catch all that can be any time after the big battle.

    Just a catch-all for anyone that needs more space for aftermath -- everything's in disarray and nothing's gonna be fixed up overnight! This can take place as the fleet ships as people heal, make repairs, and try to keep each other's spirits up after a pretty gnarly raid. Put your augments and personal skillsets to good use to get us all working and moving forward. Some people included aftermaths on the original post and that's kosher, too!! Just a quick entry for farther-reaching threads if wanted, or things that didn't quite make your original thread starter.

    NOTE: there's a new system soon as well, so don't forward date it too far until it's introduced. :)
    thespaceopera: (red alert)
    [personal profile] thespaceopera
    [The First Battle]

    [They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.

    The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.

    If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.

    Spare parts have to come from somewhere.

    Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]

    [A Few Hours Later]

    [The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…

    The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.

    They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.

    Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.

    The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.

    Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]

    [Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]
    hollystrike: (or will I see you dear)
    [personal profile] hollystrike
    Who: Katie and you!
    Broadcast: Yes!
    Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
    When: Today!

    [Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels.  (Look, life is complicated.    Don't ask.) 

    Waking up to absolute stillness after that?  Disconcerting, to say the least. 

    There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls.  That she crafted, she remembers suddenly.  She'd forgotten.  When did she--?

    Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.]
     No, no, no--

    [It's the Fleet.  Worst possible timing, oh my god.  Or someone's god, anyway.  You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile.  Goddammit.]


    [And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]

    Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.  Do we still have a theatre?  A fox park?  If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once.  [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.]  I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new.  Tell me where I can waste it?

    [She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced.  Find her pretty much anywhere.  Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]

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    Who: Kirito and whoever!
    Broadcast: Yes!
    Action: on the Iskaulit
    When: 11/20

    [The video loads to show Kirito only, waving awkwardly at the camera.]

    Okay, confession- I'm not great with other languages. Whatever's going on with the planet is a total write-off for me, so I've been working on something else in the meantime. Finally finished it, so...

    [He turns the camera around, revealing an Iskaulit room remodeled to look like a theater- the walls painted dark, speakers rigged around a fabric screen that spans the entire far wall, and the rest of the floor is furnished with identical plush-and-wood chairs. At the back there is a projector, with a cord running up under the camera of the comm.]

    Movie theater, as requested. The projector can connect directly to any communicator, and will automatically access whatever's on the network. I'm working on getting a wireless system going, but one thing at a time.

    And I guess the interdimensional viewers thought we were running dry on content and took pity on us, so this was conveniently timed.

    [He rolls the camera back around to reveal a sponsor drop box, which contains a few piles of smaller boxes, each decorated with a cover worthy of making some kind of worst Sci-Fi original movie list. They're all parodies, and most of them look terrible. There's even some video games.]

    "Tornadoe"... "Og the Vaguely Imposing"... "Mule Lord"...
    yeah, I can't vouch for the quality, but if you're bored of what we've already got and the thought of watching Spirits Within one more time makes you wanna punch a hole in the wall, it's. Well. Better than nothing?

    Anyway, it's open to the public if you want to use it!

    (( feel free to use this as a theater mingle if anyone wants to come and watch movies! Kirito will be around for any and all technical difficulties, and will of course respond to network comments. he may bother visitors, or he may not. go wild! ))

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