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Who: Max and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now-ish! Potential talk of mental health, but who knows! PTSD always, anyway.

[Max is not really social, in the days that follow the calibrations. In fact, he's downright hard to find — even for the Starstruck crew. Not mysteriously so, as there's always a shuttle missing and one can assume Max is marooning himself nearby in space itself, but he's still even more out of sigh than usual. He mainly just checks in to make sure nothing much has changed. Finally, after so much avoidance, he wanders back in and appears to seem... semi-manageable as company.

Or maybe he just got sick of space. Feel free to find him around the Starstruck; he's not leaving it much, if at all. He likes napping on the lounge chair, leaving the record to spin without the needle or a tune. If your character is really quiet they can sneak around him and play something. Or maybe try to stir him. But — wait. What's that? Written in Max's handwriting, there's a little note on the spot beside him.


Such a pleasant note. He's apparently learning after the last few punches or near-punches he's given people.

Or, you might find him with his rather nicely-crafted knee brace off; it's sitting beside him as he sits at his desk, and he's carefully working on a busted part to the shuttle with a melding gun. His bum leg is stretched out, relaxed, with a little TLC — one of those nice icy hot packs to quell the ache. Is that a single solitary beer bottle on the desk? Shucks, he's just having a nice cold one while he works. Or, you know, maybe a cuppa tea he took from the kitchen. Maybe. Maybe you find him in the bathroom, trimming his beard, because he hasn't been cutting it and it's getting way too out of hand. Like his hair, which is currently trying to go down his forehead and eat his eyes.

Anyway. He's had some things on his mind. What better way to ask than a text, so he can possibly ignore replies or disconnect early or take his time building his social gauge again?]



medication.

how far has it advanced for you
back home.

doesn't really exist anymore in my world. not a lot other than some natural remedies.

no pharmacies to visit.



anyone need to take them here?



[Just... wondering. He's got a bad knee, after all.

And, well. A bad brain. But he's not about to go into detail about that being a reason he's asking.]




if you were in my head




leave it alone. don't want to talk.
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  • (last updated: 6/18/17)
    mucked: (☂ you have made)
    [personal profile] mucked
    Who: starstruck crew & visitors
    Broadcast: n/a
    Action: aboard the ship
    When: june

    [ another month; another mingle. but there are changes in the air! the starstruck has some fresh crew to boast of, as well as a spiffing new lounge. things have been difficult, lately -- the common area might make for a great place to decompress and socialize with your fellow starstruckers.

    after all, it seems the captain's gone and requisitioned max's record player. for the first week in june, it'll be returned again and again to the new lounge. good luck hiding it from her, rockatanksy.

    ready steady go! ]
    theroadwarrior: (y'all get more shit done than expected)
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    Who: Max Rockatansky
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Starstruck
    When: Today, for a short little glitch post.
    (Also warning for some serious death talk in a thread below.)

    [Max doesn't ask for a lot in life. Food of some kind so he doesn't starve. Water so he doesn't have to drink questionable things when its not there. A lack of ultra violence or cannibals. You know. Typical things. And he's been pretty good about behaving himself, keeping out of the way, not having any issues to speak of.

    And then shit like this happens.

    He's fiddling around at the little desk in the cargo bay when something peculiar happens. His screwdriver sticks to his hand. And no, he's been very hygienic, thank you — more so than usual — so there's really just one reason this is happening. He realizes it about when the empty tea cup on the desk also moves to stick to his arm.

    Glitch.

    So it goes. His time on the Starstruck the next few days are terribly bleak for him. See: the multitude of things that have somehow find a strange pulling gravity around him. It's not metal, really, it's anything. He's a Katamari character, and things just sort of fly and stick and he has to pry them off with way too much force necessary. Or they just fall off. In the kitchen, a plate falls off him at last, but shatters on the ground.

    At one point, he just stays in the chair he's at, because if he stands up... Well...

    It's stuck to his ass.

    Records, hair pins, food (ugh), anything people leave behind...

    And yes, people. People also stick to him.

    This is the literal worst day of his life. Obviously. All the trauma that came before this is nothing.]



    don't keep anything sharp or explosive on the starstruck right now.

    might need remedies for nagging captains soon.



    still tempted to saw the augment out of my neck sometimes.
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    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! )
    uprightness: (pic#11060298)
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    Who: starstruck crew & visitors
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: on board the SS Starstruck
    When: Throughout May

    [ There's a fancy ball coming up so better get those dresses, tuxedos and guns ready. also there's still a ton of pumpkin-themed food all over the place, enjoy alla that. ]
    mucked: (☂ from all signs of mad mankind)
    [personal profile] mucked
    Who: Peggy + you
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit
    When: All day.

    [ as compelling an attraction as the asteroids can be, peggy wakes up on what could have been april 21st and promptly decides that a captain's work is never done. despite a short holiday on one of the less glitzy asteroids, she storms her way back onto the starstruck around midday. she'd have preferred to be back earlier, of course, but a certain stubborn steve rogers had delayed her more than usual this morning.

    because, you see, today is peggy carter's birthday. and up until recently, she'd thought this particular piece of sensitive intel might have remained under wraps. certainly, she's never announced it to the fleet (not had it announced for her) but over the last year there'd been an influx of individuals who might otherwise be privy to that sacred knowledge.

    and so surviving the day becomes a little trickier. her first precaution is to not even address the network -- indeed, she hasn't got her device with her at all. so if some friend or ally does try and contact peggy, they may be forced to seek her out in person instead. after all, it's rare that she should persist with so much radio silence. visitors and crew on the starstruck will find her in her quarters trying very hard to dodge the likes of both steve rogers and edwin jarvis. and trying to busy herself with 'paperwork', though closer inspections might prove she's doing little more than working on a few hobby ciphers. and let's not forget the copious trips to the kitchen for tea, of course.

    for visitors and crew: it seems steve's left the odd 'hint' and trinket around the ship. flowers here, candles there, and there's at least one cake chilling in the kitchen. perhaps more. when asked about it, the captain feigns innocence.

    later, when that diversion fails, she heads to the iskaulit. first to the firing range, where she squeezes off just enough shots to counterbalance the creeping sensation of domesticity. and that done, she stops by the space bar for a drink of whatever-the-devil most resembles whiskey. ]
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    Who: Furiosa and Tyrion, Feris, Kaidan, Max, and maybe you?
    Broadcast: Video
    Action: First Breath hangar
    When: April 17

    [New system, new rules, new opportunities. Furiosa does her exploring and gets a lead to a mining job that pays a little more than some of the others - partly because it's on one of the farther asteroids and through some treacherous pirate territory.]

    [Which Furiosa didn't think she'd have any trouble with, especially if she could flesh out a crew of like-minded individuals.]


    Fleet. Furiosa here. I've got a bite on a mining job out past the main cluster. Needs a few more bodies; I'll be leaving [insert reasonable time here] so meet me in the First Breath hangar before hand and you're in. Good pay.

    [She'll be in the hangar bay doing general maintenance on the shuttle for the extended trip.]

    [[ooc: for this plot]]
    theroadwarrior: (pic#9855933)
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    Who: Max and you!
    Broadcast: Video.
    Action: Starstruck.
    When: April 12th! Max's birthday. :)

    (future-dated because I don't know my availability tomorrow lmfao)

    [The screen is black.

    There's quite a lot of shuffling; a sound of cardboard being knocked on or jostled around. Max's tell-tale hummmmmmm is heard. Footfalls. They walk in a circle around the mysterious box. Tap tap. It's suddenly clear: the video feed is inside a box! And slowly, with great caution, the man clearly identified by grumble as Max Rockatansky opens this cardboard box...

    Only to have an explosion of confetti and whistles in his bewildered face.

    He disappears from view for a moment, the sound of a gun cocking and going off, probably scaring any poor soul watching. The top of the box explodes with shotgun buckshot, and as he slowly wanders back over, his brow is furrowed and there's confetti on his head, in his facial fuzz. He slowly reaches down into the box... and pulls out a can of dog food. Dinki-Di's. His confusion is palpable. On the screen, where Max can't see, it flashes in bold, glittery letters:



    The birthday theme plays on the loudspeakers.

    And Max, realizing just what's happening, GROANS IN DISPLEASURE.

    For fuck's sake.

    As he rips the little camera from inside a box filled with dog food cans:]


    [grmblegrumble] Smegheads[grumble] fuck off— [grumble] head up your ass [grumble]

    [... But you can find him later in the Starstruck cargo bay, spooning dog food from a can into his mouth.

    He switches between giving Rock the Dog a spoonful too, of course. He's gotten better about sharing, y'know.]
    mucked: (☂ in that detective motion picture)
    [personal profile] mucked
    Who: Starstruck crew and guests!
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: Aboard the Starstruck
    When: All of April

    [ oi, crew! we've got some upgraded bathrooms this time 'round, so enjoy your extra hot water! and a comfier tub! and some privacy curtains in the changing area, thank goodness. everyone please remind max to actually use the curtains, of course. (right after you remind him to shower!)

    mingle away, starstruckers! don't forget you can still toy around with some of the rumours! ]
    theroadwarrior: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (So then I stabbed him.)
    [personal profile] theroadwarrior
    Who: Max Rockatansky
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS Starstruck
    When: Sometime during the event, probs today, w/e w/e.


    [Max is sitting casually in a chair with a messily opened sponsor drop box next to him; he's growing a considerable beard now, looks like. Easily five inches by now. Someone please make him shave it. Anyway, he's sitting very relaxed with a paper in his hands -- a postcard that some of you may inexplicably find left for you, courtesy of the rumor mill and the Atroma. You'll find it reads the following:




    He doesn't read it outloud, but Max doesn't seem too bothered by this revealing of rumors, however. He's chewing on god knows what, rubbing his chin, something bright and colorful sitting in his lap that is not quite visible enough to be identified.]

    ... F'you got some postcard about me...

    Mmm. S'all true. [He SHRUGS.] ... Stole only two chickens, though.

    [Oh, someone's coming into the cargo bay of the SS Starstruck.

    Excuse him, he's lifting up his sponsor gift -- what appears to be something titled BERF GUN on the side.

    The feed ends, but beware, people who enter the cargo bay of the Starstruck may very well be shot by Max Rockatansky.

    By one of these.

    ... It's, uh. Training. For you. Yes, training you for reflexes, and not because he wants to shoot you with foam darts.

    And yes, the whole place will be littered with the those squishy foam bullets. LITTERED.

    He's so fucking happy to be off that water planet, guys.]

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    Who: Everyone!
    Broadcast: If you want!
    Action: Anywhere on Mafik
    When: The month of March



    [Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

    In other words, it's a mingle! ]

    > System Information
    theroadwarrior: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (glad max)
    [personal profile] theroadwarrior
    Who: People aboard the Starstruck, visitors and crew alike.
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: SS Starstruck
    When: The month of March!!

    [Just your typical monthly mingle.]
    mucked: (☂ we saw you lying in the road)
    [personal profile] mucked
    Who: Agent Carter + YOU
    Broadcast: Fleetwide.
    Action: Aboard the Starstruck or the Iskaulit.
    When: Today!

    [ not too long ago, peggy pitched the fleet a diversionary puzzle. with all this talk of encryption and subterfuge, she's reminded how the puzzles were meant to be part of a series (of sorts) and so she gets out her notepad and pencils. after a few scrapped ideas (too long or too advanced or too dull), she settles on a code that's only a half-step up from her last one. ]

    Last time we talked ciphers, we did a simple substitution. [ peggy addresses the network directly, and with little else in the way of a greeting. ] This time 'round, I've got something only a teensy bit tougher. Frankly, it can be just as handily brute forced as the other one -- but I'm more interested to know if anyone can figure out the math behind this one. Brute force only brings you so far in this hobby and I'm already working on something for next month that will require a lighter touch.

    Extra credit, as ever, to those who can identify the source. Or express the cipher in modular arithmetic. And apologies for those in the Fleet who cannot speak English. Despite our augments, code seems to defy translation.
    FA UYBDAHQ UE FA OTMZSQ, EA FA NQ BQDRQOF UE FA TMHQ OTMZSQP ARFQZ.

    [ she'll field questions and answers for a little while from aboard the starstruck, but then it's off to the iskaulit where she passes an hour in the library -- in search of new source material, perhaps. for those players whose characters should be able to decode it but who don't want to try decoding it themselves, here is the quotation. ]
    theroadwarrior: (pic#10207277)
    [personal profile] theroadwarrior
    Who: Max (potentially featuring an injured and less-lucid Maggie) and you...!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide | Voice
    Action: N/A (Unless you're coming to pick up! We'll see based on threads. Or if you find him on the Starstruck after all this.)
    When: Sometime now, whatevs. After this very intense encounter.

    [Max has elected to put it to voice; easier to talk when one arm is currently giving blood, but not video to alarm anyone of this very scene. Maggie's lost a lot of blood, but Max is hoping to rectify that a little bit until they can get some help. Speaking of help — time to get some of that. His voice is gruff and calm, but there's an underlying urgency to his words.]

    Need pick up, got someone down here on the ring who's hurt pretty bad. Her name's Maggie.

    Don't know which ship she's from, but she's got a neck injury from a knife, near the back. Lost a lot of blood... Got it closed up and she's not critical. [Yet. He's pretty sure. She's drowsy as hell and she'll be weak for a while, but she should pull through.] Need a ship to pick us up, though. I can't move her like this on my own through the forest and she shouldn't go long without a real medical bay.

    [A thoughtful pause.]



    ... I didn't do it, by the way.

    [Look, he knows he's caused some shit before, but he has been so good. Seriously.

    He'll do her a favor and try not to mention she did it to herself yet. He's not sure if he will or not... Honesty is more his policy on injuries. But...]


    [Action | Starstruck, optionally]

    [Eventually, he'll probably end up back on the Starstruck after getting her somewhere safe and clean and medically sound, sighing a big grumbly sigh and crawling off into the shuttle to sleep off his stress for the day. Y'all are monsters, making him care like a real person. Monsters. He'll have to check on her later, in secret, where she will never know. Perfect plan.

    Don't mind if he has blood on him, he'll go to the bathroom to wash it off. He's gonna be a bit woozy on his feet for a few days.

    Better than having his neck cut into, though.]
    theroadwarrior: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (pic#9272437)
    [personal profile] theroadwarrior
    Who: Max Rockatansky
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Starstruck if you wanna find him!
    When: In the middle of this glitchapocalypse.



    [...................................................]





    ... Why is everyone acting crazy?



    I'm supposed to be the crazy one.



    [That is literally his post. That's it. He's done.

    Guess who hasn't been paying attention after everyone attempted messing with the comms and whatnot.

    ... He already hallucinates and has mood shifts and whatnot, so what's new.]
    thespaceopera: (drifting)
    [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 ]
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    Who: EVERYONE
    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. :)
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    [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!]

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