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[ On the night of the 16th, the feeling of tension and horrid anticipation comes to a head. Everything stops when the sun goes down-- even the ever-present music in the hoppingest part of the city center. One by one, everyone turns their eyes to the skies. The young and old alike pour out of their houses, some in bare feet, and they point to the velvety blanket of stars.

It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.

A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.

An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.

Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.

The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]


[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]
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[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, Iskaulit, maybe even the planet. (Let me know if you have a wildcard!)
When: A while after Katie's post. Yikes!! Information on alerting locals also answered here.
Note: (There's a subthread where people can have their characters list their dream, if they'd like, but of course it's just for funsies.)



... Hey everyone, this is Sam.

I feel like we should get to this as soon as possible, so here I go: there's something coming, some force that's going to endanger this planet and the people on it. We've all been having the dreams -- dreams of pretty nasty things, too, I'm betting; I've kept track of some that I've seen on the network, and if I know this fleet by now, I know it's not just coincidence we're here.

[He shifts, glancing toward Katie's sleeping form; he's been a bit of a concerned guard dog, really, and it's hard not to be worried. He'd known... she had a problem with honesty, and now his fears are verified -- honesty might very well be a death sentence. That said, she was in good hands, and she's stable, healed.

... Still good to watch out for her, just in case. He clears his throat]


For anyone who's been trying to contact her, or has sent messages... Katie's going to be alright; she really strained herself there, but she's resting now, and I'll be keeping an eye out for her, to make sure she's okay. As for her network post... I put complete faith in her and her abilities, when she says that the planet is terrified -- and that danger's coming. Hell, the dreams we've had are all warnings, and it makes sense that a planet with an aura like this would have some sort of... mental link, with the people near it or on it.

.....

I had a dream, too.

I knew it wasn't... just some dream, because I've had premonitions before. Dreams that come true. And there's something about them that you can't just shake, so I imagine you guys felt the same, that these weren't just your ordinary nightmares. In mine, I saw a calm planet, and I knew... I knew it wasn't what it looked like, that the calmness was a lie. I could hear it, this awful sound from the planet... and then I stood in a forest, suddenly, and I saw... beings, crouched and hidden. Hunting me.

And that was just what I got. Our combined dreams, they don't paint a good picture.

[He rubs a hand over his mouth, those little unhappy frown between his brows.]

I've been talking to the locals, trying to warn them. Some of them have been skeptical, but, um, I think with some work and a lot of voices, we can get them to consider that something very real and very deadly might be approaching this world... Please, if you can, talk to them. Warn them in any way you can. Even if this awful thing doesn't happen during our time here, it may very well happen when we leave.

They're people of superstition and have a strong spiritual compass, so our odds might be good.

[A pause.]

It seems like the Marsiva, the Atroma, it... keeps sending us to worlds that need some kind of help. This is just another notch in the belt, you know? The terraformers, the sickness on the water planet, and situations like this... I don't know what they're planning, or why they're sending us to these worlds. You'll never convince me that makes them noble, no matter what their intentions, and as much as I hate dancing to their tune, the safety of these civilians is something I can't turn a blind eye to right now.

Please let me know if you can help spread the word. I'm going to make an attachment where we can note what our dreams had in them, so we all are on the same page. You can find it below. If you hear anything from the locals, let me know and I can pass it along or add it to our notes, or if you'd like, I can add your dream to the list myself.

I doubt we can evacuate a whole planet -- I doubt that would even protect them from total harm, if this danger is closer than we'd like by now -- but we can at least give them time to prepare themselves for a possible invasion, wherever it comes from. A fighting chance.

Captains of the fleet... Make sure you have something planned for emergency action, too.

I like to hope not, but... we could be right in the middle of something ugly. Last thing we need is another raid.

And again -- if anyone has not gotten one yet, I can install a GPS feature on your network device, so that if you need to send your coordinates immediately, you can press a button and it'll be broadcast. Even if you're not sure where you are. It's not foolproof, but if you get into trouble, it's a really useful way to get aid to you quickly.

[If you need to find Sam, he is sitting at his desk aboard the Bloodsport, shifting through his notes on prior planets, quietly scribbling down whatever new information he receives; you may also find him later in the day at The Space Bar aboard the Iskaulit, stopping for a drink after a day down on the planet, trying to spread the word, too. If you happen to run into him on the planet, this is just about what he's doing -- trying to spread the warning, and even sharing dream descriptions from other fleet members, if they're offered to him.]

[[FLEET MEMBERS CAN RESPOND TO AN ATTACHMENT BELOW IF THEY WOULD LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE THEIR DREAM DESCRIPTIONS.]]
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[personal profile] bellator
Who: Eleven + all you folks
Broadcast: yep
Action: on the vanquish if you find her
When: current.

[ perhaps you've seen her skulking around on your ship or at the last planet. the girl is less dirty than she had been, she has some clean clothes, too.

but still, eleven is an odd sight - small as she is with her shaved head well - are the flights flicking behind her? on and off until she takes a breath and it stops.

she's not the happiest camper but then again, she doesn't handle her distress as a child would. her knees are pulled to her chest at her little corner on the - floor? it must be the floor of some ship. ]


The shadows called her sister.

come home together, wake together and stay. sister.

[ that's what she knows. the lights go and off, she nods her agreement with a voice she must be hearing, her voice grows smaller. ]

dying.
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[personal profile] hollystrike
Who: Katie McCoy and you.
Broadcast: Most definitely.
Action: ...the planet Lyuku, if you come looking, I guess?
When: Sept 7

[The problem with the investigations Katie's been doing over the past week is they've delivered her answers that she's reasonably sure nobody else will have. Which dilemma she probably should have expected if worst came to worst, but she's never been particularly good at planning ahead. Probably why she'll never get promoted, back home. (You know, apart from her general lack of reliability, but...)

The other problem is rock formations and trees and landmasses in general have no human sense of time, so the terrified message this world gives her could happen next year. Or it could happen in half an hour. She can't get enough coherency for specifics.

The other other problem is that every time she's tried to impart information to the Fleet it's been largely missed amidst the chaff she has to surround it with. Mikleo picked up one point last time. Edna and Sam also know, but that is too small a pool of people, and two of them have issues being noticed by most everyone else. This time, she can't afford anyone to not understand how very important this is.

In short, this is going to suck.]

URGENT

Singing planet sent the dreams.
[One.]

Planet is terrified [Two.]

What we saw is coming to ths planet in the near fture [...three. Usually a limit.]

marsva sent us here ergo it will happenw hile wer'e here
ratings

evactuate peope
back la



[We're sorry. The pooka you're trying to talk to has passed out. Leave a message?  She's... kind of in the middle of nowhere if anyone has a way to track her down, sprawled under some pretty huge and old trees.  A geas to lie sucks.]

((Seriously, she won't be back to respond for at least a day. So feel free to threadjack others in this post and make her warning not be in vain.))
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[personal profile] hollystrike
Who: Katie McCoy and anyone
Broadcast: Yas
Action: Vanquish
When: 23/8

[Action]


[Vanquish crew might get a heads up that Katie's woken up by the short, one-sided conversation she appears to be having with a demanding and loud cat, muffled through the walls of the personnel room where she sleeps. Not that there's a lot of talking-- a lot of silence on her part, actually, punctuated first with the sharp words "How long?" And then a little later--"Oh, I see. Taking advantage of people again, are you? Tsk."

She lets herself out of the room eventually, still blinking drowsily and her hair tugged back into some semblance of a braid, Licorice a small black shadow winding around her ankles that seems very intent on tripping her up. Which-- don't give her that, you little shit.]


Doesn't work on me. If so many people are feeding you, I bet you've had scads of affection. Don't be such a brat.

[Doesn't stop her from padding barefoot into the kitchen anyway to fetch both of them some food. Morning, crew, wherever you are.]

[Text is my favourite medium]

It seems I slept through show and tell
Pity
But I only got some wonderful movies to add to our collection


[...they're like D-grade. One of them's called Attack of the Killer Refrigerator, I mean c'mon.]


I wonder, has anyone seen Event Horizon?
Fantastic movie, though it's very far-fetched
Plenty of loving moments
Morpheus fought to free his crew from a ship that wouldn't let them go
before he quit and went on to try proving the universe wasn't real
I love sci-fi, don't you?
Better than real life any day

Has anyone given thought to the fact that maybe we're the cameras?
What's the worst movie you've ever seen?


[She probably has points in there somewhere. She was going to waffle about movies ages ago, but then she fell asleep. How rude.]

((ooc: I haven't linked to Katie's permissions for a while.))
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[personal profile] goldenglasses
Who: Vash the birthday boy
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Twin Roses
When: August 18th

[The crew of the Twin Roses may wonder why one of their captains has been sitting in the cargo area for the last day with a fire extinguisher nearby.

Unless they heard about what happened on the Three Twins last year. Then they might understand why.

Vash waited. Just in case. Ready.

His wait paid off! As suddenly there is a sponsor drop of 135 donut shaped balloons that all read in big, bright, and colourful letters HAPPY 135TH BIRTHDAY!

They gently float and bob happily around as they attempt to escape onto the rest of the ship.]


Oh NO you don't! [This is of course when Vash communicator decides to turn itself on. Silly malfunctioning thing! It shows nothing but a sea of balloons and the occasional POP! as Vash uses the knife hidden in his boot to pop them all one by one.

Hopefully no one opens the cargo bay door to unleash the sea into the rest of the ship!

Also in the crate is a "gift" 135 small packages of colourful sand art kits. Because what man who spent over 130 years on a desert would want more then brightly coloured sand?]


Anyone want some free dirt? [Will be the offer he makes after the balloons were all destroyed and the evidence tossed.]
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[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam Winchester and you.
Broadcast: Video.
Action: N/A (unless you wanna stop by and visit him!)
When: Now-ish.

Alright, well — hey, everyone. Just a few things, most of it kind of important to get out there ahead of time. First thing's first... Captain Nami's currently MIA; I'm guessing something Atroma-related. She's not anywhere on the ship, but her name's on the roster still. Until she's back, I'll take over reigns on the Bloodsport temporarily, so if anyone has anything they need to talk about regarding the ship, just let me know.

... I'll also be sure to help keep The Space Bar functioning, if any extra help is actually needed. Fenris, you think you can keep things going alright there as her second in command? Just let me know, I'll be more than happy to do a little more work outside of bar-tending.

[He's... worried. Really worried, as he usually is when his friends just disappear or fall into comas. The comas are a lot easier, actually — seeing where people are, even if they're not awake. Katie had also... Focus, Sam. Work first, worrying way later. It'd do no good to get distracted yet.]

Since Allen's left, I'm also gonna be taking over the blood drive for him. What he did was extremely important, and that blood can go towards important transfusions in case of emergency; it doesn't exactly happen too often, but I've been in plenty situations in my life where any little contribution means life instead of death.

If you're interested in giving blood, please let me know and I'll get you in on the screening process. Per the old guidelines, you have to be over the age of 16 and fill out the form attached to the video. Any supernatural or magical being who has a hard time around blood: restraint is a necessity.

The blood drive'll be on the Bloodsport. Which I guess is... actually kind of fitting.

I don't exactly have snacks to offer yet, but if anyone would like to make some, I'd be more than happy to pay you.

[Phew, that's not even the end of it. He flips gracefully through a few loose leaf papers.]

Also — before Kirito left the fleet, um. He and I worked on a GPS function for the network devices, so that you can send out your coordinates. It's an easily accessible function that can show exact locations on planets or in space, in case you want to meet up with someone or — more importantly — if you end up lost or injured and need assistance.

It's not perfect, but it helps increase your chances of getting out of a messy situation and saves time in day-to-day traveling planet-side. It does need to be manually placed on your communicators, though, so please let me know if you're interested and stop by the Bloodsport when you've got a chance.

... And give it up for Kirito; this thing wouldn't be half as functional without his half of the work.

[He clears his throat.]

Man. Lot of people missing or left, huh? How about something else? Say one good thing about yourself. Maybe... something you're good at, or a feature you like. Maybe a hobby you're good at?

I try to practice it myself; reminding myself of things I like about me. So... Lay it on me.

(OOC: Blood drive is handwaved! You can also handwave Sam putting the network GPS on your communicator, but comment here so I know who he's been adding the code to if you can. So much to do, so little time, lmfao.)
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[personal profile] valyrianstorm
Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Wonderduck.
When: Evening.

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

I have been wondering...

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

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

If that is a term we must fulfill, I can think of others I would rather take my place.
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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] 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. ]
    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.]


    001; video

    May. 23rd, 2017 05:06 pm
    wingedman: (38)
    [personal profile] wingedman
    Who: Sam Wilson
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Marsiva
    When: Today!

    Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.

    [Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.

    -nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.

    [sam what r u even on about]

    Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?
    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! )
    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?]

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    [personal profile] therewerefifty
    Who: Makie and you
    Broadcast: Nope
    Action: Planetside / Iskaulit / Twin Roses
    When: 16 April - early May, most likely.

    A - Business as Usual

    [Makie finds this new, skyless world daunting, but given it's not underwater like the last one, she'll take it. She can be found plying her shamisen music in the crowds and taverns, sometimes on her own but often with company, though she's more likely to move swiftly to avoid crowds afterward than stay and talk to them, so you might find her lurking just inside a small cafe or down an alleyway taking a breather. She makes a nominal search for saplings or seeds which might work well for a memorial tree, but she doesn't really have the gardening experience to know which of these will flourish on the Iskaulit. Their care system is entirely different, after all.

    As the week wears on, she becomes more relaxed and lets herself enjoy this place a little more. Misty is popular, and that's partly Makie's teaching, and that means she's passed on something worthwhile... and it's a good feeling all round. Later in the week she forgoes wearing her kimono entirely, indulging in the
    peasant dresses she picked up so many planets ago, and spends more times just basking in the musical environment down here. Even being vaguely sociable.

    Blink and you'll miss it.]


    B - Another Perspective

    [On 23 April, Makie takes a shortcut between two buildings and promptly disappears. But a small child shuffles out soon afterward, trying very hard not to trip over the hem of an overlong and unfamiliar dress, shamisen still wrapped carefully in both arms and hugged to her chest. It's the only familiar thing here and it looks expensive, so she clings to it like a lifeline and blinks owlishly around the strange world she finds herself in.



    There's no sky.  The lights and the crowds are the conflicting sounds are overwhelming, and she soon retreats, clinging close to walls like a ghost until she finds a place to hide.  If the last year has taught her anything, it's how not to get noticed in a dirty street, but the shamisen and the tent of a dress she's wearing do kind of tend to stand out.

    There's no sky.  And she remembers a field, and an angry old man, and what happened after, and she's not hurt now, but this place is a miserable cacophony of alien impressions... She shouldn't eat the food here, just in case it means she can't ever go home.  She remembers that part.  (Though honestly, would it really matter?  There's nothing really to go back to--)

    If you run into her here, she will eventually leave again.]


    C - And Then There Were Assholes

    [By the time she's singled out as an easy pickup by a handful of drunken traffickers, Makie is too tired and hungry and miserable to put up a fight.  This is what happens to outcasts, anyway.  She just doesn't care, as long as they don't take the shamisen from her, and so she stumbles along behind one as he pulls her along by the wrist roughly, joking with his friends, heading for their ship.

    "Gorgeous skin, right?  So pale--"
    "And that hair--"
    "She'll make a fortune, sell her
    to the right place--"

    Oh.  The more things change... she's not stupid.  But she just follows, eyes dark.  Frankly at this point, she doesn't give a damn.  It's not like anything different would have happened at home.

    ...so intervention would be welcome.]


    D - Catch-all

    [For any time after the events of the 23rd.  One can assume she's exploring, and probably pretty taken with the fox park and all the sneaky quiet places she can poke her nose into on the Iskaulit.  She'll be very polite and try not to get in your way.  I can roll with whatever!]

    Intro

    Apr. 21st, 2017 09:22 pm
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    Who: Euphemia li Britannia and everyone else ever!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Bloodsport
    When: Nowish or maybe laterish

    [Action]
    [Euphie is still picking confetti out of her long, pink hair as she curiously explores the new ship. She stops in front of one of the fish bowls complete with glowing fish inside and her eyes widen in delight and she clasps her hands together.] Hello! Is anyone else here with us, Mr. Fish? [And then, to be polite, she puffs out her cheeks as is the way of the fish.]

    [Video]
    Hello, everyone! Please excuse me for being rude by not addressing you all sooner. I was very surprised by, well, everything. [She smiles warmly even if she can't see the people she's addressing just yet.] My name is Euphemia li Britannia, but you're welcome to call me Euphie. I've already learned some of the basics about this place and I understand I'm here as a cook? I've never done that before, but I hope to do my best!

    [It's not all smiles and bouncy pink hair. Dealing with the reality of suddenly being taken away just as she felt so close to giving the people of Area 11 something important and finding a space where her family could finally be together along with her knight was hard and not over, but she wants to be brave and hopeful. Other people must feel the same way she does, and maybe in this way she can help them too.]

    Since I don't need to ask you those questions, maybe we can just get to know each other. What's your name and what's your favorite part about being here? So far, for me, it's getting to see the stars like this. I remember lying out on the grass when I was young staring up at them and it always felt like a sparkling blanket.

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