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[personal profile] namisan
Who: Crew & Visitors of the Bloodsport
Broadcast: Unlikely
Action: Bloodsport
When: July

[Welp, that sure was fun.  Any fallout?  But the crew has shuffled around a bit, so maybe this is a good time to touch base.]

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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.)

[ACTION.]

[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:]


[VIDEO.]

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.

[Ehem.]

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.

[ATTACHMENT://

IT by Stephen King
(Peggy)
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] namisan
Who: Nami
Broadcast: Yup
Action: Kitchens of the Marsiva
When: July 3

[Look at the date.  And they're still on this piece of shit ship.  Kind of takes all the desire to celebrate anything right out of her sails.

...god knows how old she is now anyway.]


If you have any decent booze stashed away in your room, wanna help a girl out?  The Atroma's stocks are running low, and it sucks to begin with.

[Yeah, guess what she's doing in the kitchen.  Don't worry, if you come looking for said limited Atroma stocks, she'll still share.]
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[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? ]
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  • namisan: (Default)
    [personal profile] namisan
    Who: SS Bloodsport and visitors!
    Broadcast: Probably not
    Action: Bloodsport
    When: 26 May onwards!

    [You know the last time we had one of these was three months ago?  Things have been that quiet.

    Or, y'know, we've all been busy with espionage.  Such is life.]


    namisan: (aha you seem to be an idiot)
    [personal profile] namisan
    Who: Nami and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Space Bar, Iskaulit
    When: Day after Shuffle.  (A few days after the Marsiva was v. rude.)

    I'd say it was really intimidating to know the Marsiva has that kind of weaponry, but honestly it's overkill.  You gotta wonder why they didn't use it in defense of us when the raiders came and went, don't you? 

    Or not.  [She can think of a few viable reasons.  Mostly it comes down to:  the Atroma are manipulative jackasses.]

    Anyway, I'm not here to be bitter.  We've lost a lot of people the last couple weeks, which may or may not be a coincidence.  [But Nami, you just said--]  The Space Bar staff has taken a hit and we're short one bartender.  If you're stir crazy enough you'd like to try your hand at it, drop me a line.  The pay's good, I'm not a slavedriver.  Much of one.

    [Pause.  And then deliberately cheerful and kind of... tone deaf, all things considered.  If you don't know her well.]  All that aside, great party, wasn't it?  At least there's that.  I had a lot of fun with a lot of different people.  Drop on by and I'll tell you all about it, it'll make for good blackmail material for your crew.

    [Because hell if she's going to pass on even the most innocent of messages over this thing.]
    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!
    stabsbothways: (Default)
    [personal profile] stabsbothways
    Who: Isabela Grace and her crew of ne'er do-wells. Open to friends and friends of friends.
    Broadcast: None
    Action: Various across the belt (see prompts)
    When: Throughout May
    Notes: Continuation of Part 1.

    Robin Hood up in here )


    Slaves Aren't Cargo, Mate )


    Drinks are on me! )


    All good things )
    namisan: (cheeky grin)
    [personal profile] namisan
    Who: Nami and you (may include sputtering Winchesters)
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Iskaulit at the Space Bar.  (Alternately, getting hammered at some nightclub down below later in the evening.)
    When: 5/02

    For the record, it's the birthday of one Sam Winchester today! ♪♫

    He's on shift at the Space Bar, so make sure you drop by to wish him a good day.  Preferably in the most embarrassing fashion possible.  If you make me laugh, I might even buy you a drink.

    [She's sorry, Sam.




    ...
    ...
    ...no she's not who are we kidding.  But she'll make up for it by dragging you out after work?  8D?]

    edwinjarvis: (pic#10920903)
    [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 plastic...pink... 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.




    DISCONNECTED. 


    ....

    no, no, this is not over!!!



    RECONNECTED.]



    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.]

    ✮ video.

    Mar. 12th, 2017 07:11 pm
    uprightness: (pic#11060299)
    [personal profile] uprightness
    Who: Steve Rogers + you.
    Broadcast: yep.
    Action: on the starstruck, if you're inclined!
    When: current.

    [ It has been a long time since Steve Rogers has done one of these little network announcements, seven months, if you want to be specific about it. Some things have changed, others haven't. He still looks awkward about addressing a whole lot of people at once for something that isn't an emergency. The uniform is gone, however, replaced by a simple blue t-shirt and jeans and the shield is nowhere in sight.

    He seems to have spread many sheets of paper all over the Starstruck's kitchen. Some feature tables of dates - undoubtedly a calendar in the making and others feature, well, drawings; each sheet contains one scenery. They would strike some people as rather familiar, a hand-holding tree, a sandy beach, the market of the tri-fraction system with people wearing clothes in various colors, the woods of the Lagan system, the Nebula lights and lastly, the mountains of Siourew and the Co’kal. ]


    I meant to finish a few calendars by New Year's Eve but it seems I'm behind on my deadline.

    [ To say the very least. He rubs his chin, there's a beginning of a stubble there. How many days has he devoted to this as of late? it's hard to tell. ]

    I'm not going to write years on 'em, since it's different for all of us but I thought it might be a nice way to keep up with dates and holidays.

    [ He frowns and confesses, ]

    I feel like I've left some things out - and some of you have seen planets I haven't been around to see for myself. I figured I'd ask - if you have the time, you can describe some of them to me and I'll add them to the calendar. It can be anything you liked on any of the planets we've been to.

    [ and, okay, fine - ]

    I could use a description of where we're currently docked, too.

    [ How can a person so big can seem so awkward? ]

    Thanks you.
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    [personal profile] reconstitution
    Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: SS Heron
    When: 3/10


    [Broadcast;;]

    [ 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...

    [Action;;]

    [ 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. ]
    namisan: (/cracks knuckles)
    [personal profile] namisan
    Who: Nami
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Bloodsport.  Or the planet's surface, I guess.
    When: Now

    [So Nami had been intending to grow her hair out again, but recent events have proven it's gonna take a little more time.  As of a week ago, her hair has been carved back to its short status for reasons she hasn't bothered sharing, and she's been in a terrible mood for the entire time.  Which has much less to do with her hair and more to do with her two temple runs and the treasure (or not) that she found.

    On the other hand, this sponsor delivery she's just found in the Bloodsport's cargo bay really just rounds off the feeling she's being picked on.] 


    ...cute.  At best, you're late.

    [Sup, Flooters.  This is Nami kicking a crate-sized box over, sending glittery, silky hair ties and ribbons and combs and assorted accessories bouncing across the floor, her voice that cheerful sickly sweet that will rise the hackles of anyone who's spent too much time in close proximity with her.]

    Free to a good home!  It's in the Bloodsport cargo bay, come and take it by all means.  [Be warned, though, this pile of hair accessories are the kind you'd expect to find in a kiddie aisle that's been painted obnoxiously pink.]  I'm not gonna be here.  I hope they're all gone by the time I come back.

    On that note, I'm going up to the surface.  I doubt anyone else is heading up that way, but I'm going up to test some stuff and that'll make the area hazardous to suddenly turn up in, so.  Fair warning, just avoid the area around these coordinates.  [Coordinates given.  It's a freaking planet of water, there's plenty of surface area, but her luck is inconvenient at best so let's avoid anyone haplessly surfacing in the middle of a lightning field, yeah?]

    I hope everyone else is having a better week.

    [Now excuse her, she's off to vent her frustration with a waver and a glorified storm stick.]
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    [personal profile] takingkarabusiness
    Who: Kara & the Fleet!
    Broadcast: Yes!
    Action: On the Tourist
    When: Mar 8th (or space equivalent)

    [ Kara waves into the camera, well recovered from her ultra embarrassing boyfriend's announcement ]

    Hi everyone! On my Earth, we have a day called "International Women's Day", which has been celebrated for over one hundred years. The whole idea is that we take some extra time to recognize the awesome women that we know, and pay attention to our contributions to society. The reason it's necessary where I'm from is that gender equality isn't a reality yet. Kind of crazy, right? But for reasons I have never actually understood, not being from Earth, is why the Patriarchy is still a thing.

    Anyway, I was thinking that we could make it Intergalactic Women's Day. You can reply here to talk about the awesome women in your life, or, you know, just thank them for being cool. Maybe make them a cake? Just because?

    Definitely make them cakes.
    goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (I didn't do it!!)
    [personal profile] goldenglasses
    Who: Vash, Sam, & Nami
    Broadcast: None
    Action: Water Temple
    When: Right now

    [Vash floats near the water temple. Having heard of there being a treasure possibly from home inside. It was an interesting prospect.

    Having not even thought to ask if anyone wanted to join him on this dangerous adventure he hesitates a bit as he wonders how risky this might be.

    Then he starts forward. He's Vash the Stampede! How dangerous can one temple be? He'll probably survive just fine!

    Probably...

    Of course, having two guardian angels who looks suspiciously like a pirate navigator and a American hunter would probably greatly up his chances at survival.]
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    [personal profile] huaaaaagh
    Who: A well-balanced party- AKA Kirito, Asuna, Nightingale, Opal, Jayden, and Nami
    Broadcast: N/A
    Action: One of the underwater ruins
    When: During this month!

    [At some point after getting Nightingale to stop screaming, a proper party is assembled! They've got everything: tanks, mages, DPS, puzzle-solvers! This whole dungeon crawl should be a cinch, right? It's not like any of them have a tendency to attract bad luck or sudden disaster.

    H e h. Good luck, nerds.]



    (( if none of the below thread mingles satisfy you write your own i'm not your mom!!! ))
    thespaceopera: (relapse)
    [personal profile] thespaceopera
    Suddenly, the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to two different points, a certain distance apart, away from the other ships of the fleet. Then, just as slowly, they turn to face each other.

    And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.

    Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.

    CRASH!!

    As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.

    One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!

    -----------

    On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:

    "Congratulations - SS Goldstone!
    Happy Fusion!"





    ... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
    onehandwonder: (lineface)
    [personal profile] onehandwonder
    Who: Jaime Lannister and YOU
    Broadcast: fleetwide
    Action: Siourew
    When: during The Glitchening


    A. Insomnia: It's What's For Breakfast | Video | in the Bloodsport's kitchen

    [ He has no idea he's being recorded. He has no idea why he's here either. Here, in the larger sense of on this ship, in the fleet, floating through space or here in the simpler sense of in this bloody kitchen. Prior to his arrival here, he'd hardly set foot in a kitchen, and it certainly hadn't been to cook.

    He has to assume that assigning him to such duty here was someone's idea of a joke. And not a very funny one, in his opinion.

    Even with the technical knowledge of how to do the job right there, strangely, in his mind, he's not very good at it. Knowing how to do something and actually being able to do it well are totally different things. And cooking, like everything else, is made all the more difficult by having only one hand.

    Still, he's never been one to concede defeat easily. So when he finds himself tossing and turning, unable to sleep, too restless even to sit still, all but aching with the need to do something, he ventures into the kitchen. It may be hours yet before anyone else is awake, but they'll be wanting breakfast, right?

    Anyone watching will see a one-handed man fumbling around the kitchen, dropping things, cursing a lot, and probably making one hell of a mess. If you're lucky, you might even get to see him throw a spatula or punch a microwave. Whatever the case, it's bound to be entertaining. ]


    B. Let's Go For A Walk (Around the Planet) | Action | Siourew Wilderness

    [ He's bored. He's walked every inch of the ship, explored its every nook and cranny, practiced his way through the entire menu of available foodstuffs (not that it's done any good, mind), tossed and turned and touched himself. Hell, he even resorted to reading - briefly, before he got bored with that too.

    The opportunity to explore a new world is more than welcome. And when he learns how much of it is vast, open wilderness, it's even better. He can't help but smile at the sight of trees and rocks and water. Real trees too. Maybe this is what he's been missing. Maybe this is what he needs.

    He can't relax, though. Even hours later, when the muscles in his legs are screaming, he can't bring himself to stop. He has to keep going. And going and going and going. He only pauses when he finds himself atop a cliff, looking out over the... is it an ocean? a lake? Who cares? It's a beautiful, pristine, shimmering body of water, and suddenly he feels compelled to jump in. From right here. Maybe take a running leap...

    Depending on your timing, you may encounter Jaime hiking feverishly through the mountains, compulsively picking wildflowers and chasing native animals across the fields, or contemplating quite literally taking a flying leap. ]


    C. Haunted | Video | Bloodsport

    [ He's not very good with this thing, so the video's slightly out of focus and he's slightly out of frame, and for a long moment, he just sits there, unsure where to begin. Addressing a large number of people while actually sitting alone, talking to a small box is a very odd concept, even knowing - intellectually - how it works. ]

    I just think you all should know that there is someone very dangerous on board this ship. Someone who may want us all dead.

    [ Someone who doesn't seem to like him making this broadcast...

    The last thing the video shows is Jaime's stony expression as he looks at something just beyond the camera and slowly stands, reaching for something... ]
    edwinjarvis: <user name=gazgraphics> (Concerned | ho'dear)
    [personal profile] edwinjarvis
    Who: Jarvis and you, valentine. ;)
    Broadcast:
    Fleetwide
    Action: Tourist/Iskaulit, wherever you catch him
    When:
    Valentine's Day of course!!!

    [Jarvis here, ready to be — drunk? Perhaps just a little. He is actually doing a PSA whether he realizes it or not, looking disapprovingly at his wine glass. He's rosy-cheeked and his tie is the slightest bit crooked. Just the slightest. And he is currently abandoning his coat because it is clearly getting hot in the Tourist kitchen.]

    Oh, myyyyy goodnessgracious, I think — I... Yes, the wrong bottle, this is... the wrong bottle. It's just a little purple...er than the other I was supposed to take from the shelf. I should have known better; I can't read —

    [He looks intently at the liquor bottle, marked in alien writing that their augments certainly can't translate.]


    I can't read this, period. I think I accidentally drank one of the more potent... bottles...

    [... hiccup]

    ... Not the whole bottle, mind you, I'm not a barbarian.

    Clearly two glasses is downright diabolical. I apologize, Miss Nami, I believe this is one of the newer imports. I will have to credit it out in take — ...take it out in credits. Goodness, it's warm in here. I'm going to go to the Iskaulit, since I fancy it cooler there... Cookies!! [Yes, that's as sudden as it seems, and he claps his hands together.] I'll make some cookies, because it is Valentine's Day, and cookies have to be made, and I haven't the supplies nor the mind-power for chocolate... anything, really. And I certainly have nothing to do on Valentine's Day, no sir — or ma'am. I am quite freed up by... by the light-years-away... -ness, of my predicament. Very much free to bake indeed. I don't mind at all. I — it's very... un-routine of me, to have no one to bake for on this particular date.

    [He huffs.]

    If you don't have a valentine, please stop by the Space Bar kitchen, I will have cookies so you can at least eat cookies. It's completely unnecessary to have a single valentine — it doesn't need to be a... lady or fellow you fancy, either. I'll have you know I made my classmates biscuits every year, save for — goodness, that time in... 1925...? When I came down with the flu. What a terrible February that was. I thought I'd gone — bubonic.

    ..... I'm talking quite a lot.

    If you'll excuse me, I need my apron. Where did I put my...

    [...... He's wandered off.]

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