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[personal profile] touchallthebooks
Who: Khadgar and YOU
Broadcast: Twin Roses and Fleetwide
Action: Twin Roses / planetside
When: 7/21 to 8/23


I'm sure most of the crew are doing this, but probably not as a team effort? I was thinking though, we should make a couple groups and shop while we're in a decent system, stock up on food and anything else we might need. I'm sure there's always someone thinking they should have gotten this or that and if we're together, we might not miss much.

I know I'm going down to see what I can find for potions so if anyone wants to meet up, I'm easy to reach.


I'll be visiting the planet soon, and probably often.

I know I promised Merlan that we'd find a nice set for tea so if anyone sees any nice ones, feel free to say something. Or let me know if you want to meet up, I know there are a lot of people I haven't had the chance to meet yet.

I'm also hoping to find potion ingredients. I'll probably be busy once I've found enough.
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[personal profile] bythewaves
Who: Maglor and all of you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Huntress
When: Right Now

[ The gift basket got a curious look, and Maglor fished idly through it before uncovering some odd instruments.

Which he tries.

So sorry, everyone on the Huntress, you just got disturbed by the most annoying sound in the world

Later on, he'll also try some of the other instruments, which will lead to the whole Fleet being "treated" to ... well something rather unexpected from an elf ]
passingthrough: (Gentle - Longing)
[personal profile] passingthrough
Who: Crew & Visitors of the Twin Roses
Broadcast: Unlikely
Action: Twin Roses
When: July

[Come enjoy our lounge and our people!]
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.]
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[personal profile] thespaceopera
[It’s been nice and peaceful for a few days, hasn’t it? Everyone in their little cages with their creature comforts, learning all about each other through the strange rooms that have opened up at night… It’s been a wonderful experience, wouldn’t you agree? For some, that blood-curdling scream from the first day has not been forgotten.

A few days into calibrations, the main screen that has been conspicuously silent (aside from passenger use) flickers to life. Anything already playing on the screen is overwritten by a video feed of plain metallic walls not unlike those housing the Passengers. It’s difficult to tell what is going on offscreen. Shadows are uncertain, dancing everywhere; nothing can be gleaned from the shapes no matter how much they are analyzed.

The audio, however, is loud and clear.]

—can’t do this to us, [a woman pleads, her usual saccharine tone absolutely dripping with fear. Some may recognize the voice as belonging to Diamond.] You can’t! We followed orders exactly. It was in the terms! I don’t underst… oh no. No, no, please no don’t do this no no NO NO NO!

[Her voice increases in pitch and tremor until it’s drowned out in a garbled shriek of pain. The shadows dancing on the wall grow frantic and violent. The show is accompanied by sounds of heavy things slamming and the unmistakable whirring of a drill.]


[The woman’s shrieking cuts off immediately. In the newfound silence, something else drags itself weakly across the floor, getting closer and closer to the camera. SLAM. Until that stops, too.

A man’s voice comes through this time, thready and weak like a dying heartbeat. It's Beau, though he hasn't been heard by Passengers for quite some time.]

A-and now… you come for me. [The speaker makes a choked sound like a laugh or a sob.] All we ever did... was try to... make you happy.

[The whir of the drill begins again, but the feed ends.]
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[personal profile] thespaceopera
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  • (last updated: 6/18/17)
    thespaceopera: (hello)
    [personal profile] thespaceopera
    [ Not long after the shuffle, there's a ripple of static over the network - loud, sudden, and seemingly with no origin. It's puzzling, but there's no indication that it's going to happen again...

    Until a minute later. Another surge of static comes in over the speakers, and then a voice - one some may find familiar, though not necessarily welcome, after all of this time... It's Diamond. Long time no speak, hmm?

    Clearly, not all is well. She sounds very far away, for one. For another, she sounds... skeptical, almost alarmed. There may actually be real concern in her voice. ]

    Again? Twice in one c--

    [ Her sentence is cut short with a strangled gasp, followed by a moment of silence. What follows may be the sound of metal dragged across metal, but it's hard to place. When she speaks again, it's uncharacteristically monotonous. ]

    ... Bring them in.

    [ A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. The style of decor resembles that of the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck, if any passengers should remember what that's like. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well, all clean and chrome, but this set of rooms has only been used once, and for the very same purpose that befalls the fleet contestants now.

    As for their hosts, there is no immediate sign of them, though some may recall a series of hideous, half-electronic screams before their memories begin to blur upon arrival...

    Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers. It's time for round two of calibrations. ]

    [ This mingle will cover all non-calibration room interactions. Please continue to come back to it for the duration of the plot! You are, of course, free to post any other mingles/posts/etc. that you'd like. ]
    valyrianstorm: (❂ who of little love)
    [personal profile] valyrianstorm
    Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Yes, on the Marsiva. Because I know ship names.
    When: Right after her arrival.

    [The salt of the sea no longer fills her nostrils; she cannot hear the waves and she senses that she is not amongst her fellows or onboard a ship any longer. Panic would be an acceptable first emotion and with how the young Queen jerks up from her bed, she clearly considers it.

    But a Dragon does not show her weakness. Rubbing absently at her neck, clad in black, Daenerys familiarizes herself with her surroundings and, eventually, her communication's device.


    After watching others making use of it, she learns quickly, violet eyes sharp and intent on the task. What magic is this?]

    I commend you for your audacity. If you think I am weaker cut off from my allies and my children, you are sadly mistaken.

    [Now onto negotiations. She settles herself, expression calm, adapting to her new, strange circumstances.]

    What do you want? Gold? Power? Ships? [She is not parting from either option, of course, but any hint about her captor(s) is useful.

    Later, she can be found scouring out the Marsiva, posture perfect and unyielding.]
    paraclete: (sing a new song)
    [personal profile] paraclete
    Who: Kaworu Nagisa, anyone else
    Broadcast: text
    Action: For now he's a busybody aboard the Vanquish, unless you'd like to discuss anything else.
    When: 6/6, midmorning

    They sell candles in packs of 8, 10, 12, 24, 48... and some packages even larger than that. Well, a certain type of candle, the kind that goes into the cake. Initially I needed exactly 16 candles, so the package of 24 would have been reasonable, right? But I thought it might be nice just to use all 24 after all.

    Then I thought that a package of 48 might be just as nice as a package of 24. If not even nicer. It seemed worth trying.

    Anyway, I have some sets of candles, now, the type specific to the cake, but if each candle represents a year of life, I wondered why I should stop at 16, 24, 48, etc. I have some bigger candles in my sleeping quarters, as well, so that's a few more I can add, but the higher the number of them I have, the less it seems like enough. It would be good to have a table full of them. A room full of them. It would be good to have candles like the sweep of stars.

    I'm sure I can repay you, if you'd like to lend me any of your own. I promise I won't melt them all the way.

    01. video.

    Jun. 4th, 2017 08:45 pm
    mutriarchy: (1632610 (12))
    [personal profile] mutriarchy
    Who: Tommy Magnus, and YOU
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS CAPRINE
    When: 06/04

    [ So. As far as Tommy's concerned, he's been born for this moment. For every hour Billy had him sit through the von Trapps caterwauling their way through their problems or whatever other corny classic shlock he was into, Tommy had retaliated with an hour of Big Brother and whatever other reality tv show trash had caught his eye.

    So, being kidnapped from an impending disaster and being dropped into this seemed only a logical progression of fate. He figured that his mother would be there soon enough, ripping time and space asunder. So after grabbing a cup of pudding and giving a once-over of the ship, he knew what had to be done. Play along, roll with it, and hope that when the Scarlet Witch gets here she doesn't break the universe too hard.

    Which leads him here. Stretched out, relaxed as can be. Might as well have some fun. He folds his arms behind his head, a playful smirk on his face. ]

    Hello out there my soon to be loyal viewership. It's me - Tommy. But you can call me Speed if that's a little more your style. I'm honored to be part of this, clearly you received my audition tape and were as impressed with me as I am with all this. This is a total game-changer.

    I'm in it to win it, and this season's going to be the best one yet.
    morphitudinous: (compact disc)
    [personal profile] morphitudinous
    Who: Billy Cranston
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Red Fish
    When: one evening, right now

    [It's been fairly quiet on the Red Fish this month, at least with what little time he's spent on it. He's finally started to pad his bank account with all those races and shifts at the garage, but the recent events he'd been on the periphery of? He's now a little worried about their situation.

    And a recent conversation with a friend has brought something to mind.]

    Hey everyone,

    I understand if this is too personal of a question to answer a stranger, but when applying for augment upgrades, what do you tend to focus on? I was initially thinking about improving my station, but knowing what could be out there...improving our self-defense abilities might be the wiser option. We're sitting ducks regardless, but maybe we could use sharper beaks?

    Perhaps coordinating with the rest of the ship is the best course, but things change so quickly. I'm worried.

    [No more stretching metaphors for Billy. He just smiles and turns back to his work, and passengers of the Red Fish will find him twisting bolts a little more aggressively than usual.]
    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!
    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! )
    hylights: (Buttercup)
    [personal profile] hylights
    Who: Zelda and you
    Broadcast: fleetwide video
    Action: the Marsiva
    When: now

    [The video that appears on the network seems a bit shaky - a young woman can be seen peering at the screen, and talking to herself.]

    ...ah, I see, now it's showing me what I point it at. [At which point the picture swings around to zero in on the beds of the hospitality deck. Zelda keeps talking, a note of curiosity in her voice.] That does seem to be working. So it's like the Sheikah Slate, only if my guess is right, it should also capture more than just a still image.


    [Boop. The video ends there. About a minute later, the broadcast starts up again, and now the video is showing Zelda once more, delight all over her face.]

    --Yes! It does send these images to other devices, just like the ones I found earlier. What a marvellous device. [She remembers then that others can see what she's doing, and restrains herself from theorising further about how much a device like this can do. She holds the communicator steady, and gives a more reserved smile.]

    My apologies; I haven't yet introduced myself. My name is Zelda, and I have been aboard this ship for five days now. I have tried to learn whatever I could from this device, and the ... information being spoken here. [Some scepticism creeps into her tone. The Atroma's tinned welcome messages aren't reassuring.] But I would very much like to hear from anyone else who can tell me about this place, and what our circumstances are.

    [She remains full of poise for now. It doesn't quiet the worry in her heart, and she only hopes more information can provide some answers.]
    passingthrough: (X Marks the Spot)
    [personal profile] passingthrough
    Who: Twin Roses Crew & Visitors (so everyone!)
    Broadcast: Nope!
    Action: Twin Roses, be there or be...somewhere else probably.
    When: May

    [People have left. People have come. The Twin Rose mingles onward and upward! Visitors welcome!]


    Apr. 18th, 2017 11:12 pm
    servantnotserving: (Finally I get to do my job)
    [personal profile] servantnotserving
    Who: Lumiére and you!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Wonderduck
    When: Today!

    [Since arriving at the Fleet, Lumiére has tended towards just using the voice function to communicate with people outside of the Wonderduck. It makes his life considerably easier. He doesn't have to navigate the mine-field of questions that come with just looking at him. He can talk to people like a normal person, and it's great.

    Today, though, he needs to actually address the problem of his general...him-ness, and as such, he'll switch the video on. He casts the screen a warm smile all the same, giving a little wave of a candle-hand.

    Bonjour, my fellow Fleet members. This is quite an interesting planet, no? I hear the concerts here are really something to experience. I might have to test out the waters myself. It has been a while since I got to enjoy one.

    [It's not the kind of concert he's used to, but after a decade of no concerts at all, he'll sure as heck give this new kind a try.]

    But! I had another reason for speaking to you today. I have heard there are several people in the Fleet who are experienced with magic. I was hoping I could speak to them, especially if they know anything about curses- because as you can see [he chuckles, gesturing to himself] I have something that might interest their magically inclined minds.

    [Filtered to Winn]

    As promised. Here I am, settled on the Wonderduck and checking in. [Like three weeks too late but ya'll can't expect miracles. If you wanted good time-keeping, you should have befriended the clock]

    [Otherwise, Lumiére can be found happily hopping around the table of the Wonderduck, carefully setting it so it at least looks like an actual, fancy dinner table and not a metal slab where people sit and eat. They may be in space, but they can still have a little culinary refinement, god.


    Apr. 17th, 2017 12:31 pm
    shovelrous: (A PLAN!)
    [personal profile] shovelrous
    Who: Shovel Knight and all!
    Broadcast: Video
    Action: Marsiva
    When: April 17th, morning

    [There's a clanking sound, like someone rattling a stack of pots and pans. But for some, it's a recognizable sound of someone sprinting in full armor. It's a short-statured individual in blue and gold as he rushed into the frame from the bottom, where he'd done a number on a few of the robotic equipment that had been poking and prodding at him when he awoke.]

    Shield Knight!

    [The figure stopped, listened for a response. Upon hearing none, he moved quickly along the blank white walls, ignoring the equipment as his hands flit over the surfaces. He knocked, he listened, and perhaps sought where one portion would be weakest. Here is where he would lower his center and shoulder-ram the wall with all of his might. Rather than give way, the wall was more stalwart than he. He grunted his discomfort and tread back, taking a look around.]

    Shield Knight! [Silence.]

    Please... I cannot lose you again...

    [He balled his fists and stood at the ready. Unarmed, but feisty.]

    No. I must not falter. The Tower! Perhaps I am still in the Tower of Fate. But what knave takes a knight's weapon without a contest...?


    Apr. 14th, 2017 10:55 pm
    alwayscomeback: (Should have been a father to your mother)
    [personal profile] alwayscomeback
    Who: Sokka, maybe some Maglor, and you!!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: The Iskaulit
    When: Backdated a couple days ago - before the new planet mingle

    [The feed opens up to one of the larger, empty rooms in the Iskaulit. There's a few boxes stacked around, but otherwise the room is starkly empty. Sokka grins, raising his arms in the middle of the room. In the background, Maglor seems to be moving stuff out of boxes.]

    So, hey guys! Me and Maglor have decided it'd be a great idea to build a forge on the Iskaulit. So many people don't have a clue what they're doing with guns, we figured giving them a chance to have weapons more suited to their time period might help them out a little.

    Plus, you know, Atroma can suck it with taking our weapons away from us. We'll just make new ones.

    ANYhoo, it's obviously gonna be a while before it gets set up, but anyone willing to come help build it, or gather materials, that kind of thing would be really appreciated. We'll put your names on a little plaque or something. Hopefully, we'll get something awesome out of this.
    passingthrough: (Relaxed - Enjoyment)
    [personal profile] passingthrough
    Who: Kitty and everyone else!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Twin Roses
    When: Now, soon, wheneverish

    [The video kicks on from an odd angle but you see a woman's hands trying to scrap the paint off of a musical triangle. They are silver except for the part where they are covered in tiny pink and red hearts. Love triangles! When that doesn't seem to be working she takes two of them and slides them into each other. Except she does it in a way that break the laws of physics. Solid matter is slipping through other solid matter. Then she removes one of her hands and they simply freeze that way. She picks up another one, continuing her sculpture.]

    Hmm? [A hand moves toward the screen as she picks up her communicator, revealing Kitty's face.] Who turned you on? Right. Silly question.

    Hi, everyone. I guess the Atroma wanted you to be in on this. Soooo, I have a crate of triangles for all you music lovers or people who might want to repurpose the metal. Let me know.

    Oh, and as long as I'm here, the dance studio is officially up and running on the Iskaulit. Or up and just sitting there like studios tend to do. I'll post a sign up sheet on the door with some various types of dance I can feasibly teach. So mostly ballet, modern, and I'll give ballroom a shot since it's going to be the most popular. But go ahead and use the space to practice or perform when there isn't a class going on.

    [She means to end the feed there, but a text she had nothing to do with goes out afterward.]

    Kitty is actually 10 cats stacked on each other.

    Kitty is a ghost—she's dead and she can walk through walls.

    Ironically, Kitty likes it doggy style.

    Kitty is so tough Chuck Norris is scared of her.

    Kitty is secretly growing catnip in the Twin Roses garden.

    Kitty is in a love triangle with Winn and C̷̨̞̫̗̭͎̳͉̟͔̍͜h̷̡̡͖̜̉͂̀̎̂͂̂́̀͆̋́́͋͒͜e̴̡̱̱̍̈͜k̶̙̰̜̹̠̤̹̀̋͋̒͐͊̋͋̎̔͘͘͝͠o̶̥̬̖͙̠̞͕͙̦̜̺̰̜̯͙̽̒͑̀̔̉̎͂v̸̢̧͕̯͈͉̥̫̤̪̥̯̍͛̚

    [She manages to slightly distort the end of the message.]
    morphitudinous: (looking up)
    [personal profile] morphitudinous
    Who: Billy Cranston
    Broadcast: Network, video
    Action: Aboard the Marsiva
    When: Mid-day, about now

    [Upon waking, Billy immediately reached for the bedside table as a matter of habit. There he encountered his glasses, his wrist communicator, and an unfamiliar computer-like device. Once the glasses were in place, it became apparent that his surroundings were unfamiliar. Worse, the most important of his personal effects, the silver buckle that granted him protection, was conspicuously absent. And wort of all, his personal communicator found no signal. His captors weren't precisely imitating Lord Zedd's style (he'd expect more fog and evil laughter, and possibly bruises), but the need for caution was abundantly clear.

    Once he'd thoroughly rumpled the bedside area in a panic, calmed himself with a breathing exercise, and mostly brought himself up to speed on the strange computer sitting beside him, he activated it, putting considerable effort into sounding less frightened than he was.]

    If I've been given this device, I have to assume there are many more...esteemed guests of our hosts. How are you enjoying your stay?

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