Sep. 17th, 2017 01:21 pm
bi_otic: (very unhappy)
[personal profile] bi_otic
Who: Kaidan Alenko
Broadcast: Fleetwide video!
Action: Vaguely planetside, if desired
When: Today!

[The second Kaidan turns on the feed, the sound is distant and barely controlled chaos. He's moved into a side room near one of the space ports in the area, and the air is filled with the buzzing and chiming of a great many comm feeds going off in rapid succession, the constant chatter of traffic controllers almost a drone of noise over the top of it all. In addition, the noise outside can just be made out - the terrified shouting of civilians and the low whir and roar of engines as shuttles come and go.

Kaidan doesn't look scared at all. Strained, at best, but his gaze on the camera is one of steely focus.

I've done what I can to reach out the Lyukite military to help coordinate their efforts down here. I'm sure most of the captains are ready and willing to lend their ships, but if we deploy our shuttles we can double our efforts.

I need a count of how many operational shuttles we have in the fleet, their capacity, and the names of a pilot for each that's willing to do some heavy duty for the next couple of days, and then I'll patch that list over to the command center down here so they can add us to the schedule of evacuation and supply runs.

The more smoothly this runs, the better.

I've had to stand by and watch a world get destroyed because I couldn't do anything about it. [His voice cracks, just a little] But not this time. Not a chance.
discidium: (▶ i find no calling)
[personal profile] discidium
Who: Alphinaud and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Goldstone, Lyuku
When: Anytime between 9/9 and 9/16

[action; ss goldstone]

he broke the microwave already )


[A boy of about sixteen with a very posh accent decides to invest in finally using the communicator. The background is very colorful, to say the least; he's standing in an alley near a very noisy bazaar.]

Assuming this fabled contraption works... greetings all. My name is Alphinaud. Having been apprised of the current situation, I cannot say I enjoy it any more than one could enjoy a kidnapping, dancing and parties notwithstanding.

Something is making me very uneasy about this place and I cannot fathom the precise reason. I am not one to ignore my instincts, however. I read back and saw a mention of something coming, perhaps, though what that thing is has yet to be elaborated on.

A clearer explanation of the issue would be appreciated. No need to be concise, here; I am of a mind to take notes.

And if by chance any of you have heard tell of a realm called Eorzea, I pray you do not remain silent.

[action - lyuku]

[He's a little overwhelmed, sure, and he's far from home without resources or anyone else to depend on. But he knows his weaknesses... He knows he tends to depend on the Warrior of Light a little too much. So Alphinaud steels himself and he rolls up his sleeves, determined to do a little menial labor if it will earn his keep.

To the surprise of no one, he's especially good at math. The calculations required to map the stars and predict their movements are somewhat familiar to him, having been raised in Sharlayan in the Studium. He's not prone to fortune telling, though, so he runs various errands as an astronomer's assistant at the observatory. Sometimes he's carrying huge maps that are as big as he is and rolled up like proclamations, but a few times he's running a sweet coffee beverage instead.]

[Armed with a little more coin and a lot of pent-up energy, Alphinaud takes to hiking up the thousand steps of Yanti Rock. It's a beautiful view-- breathtaking, really-- and he almost goes for his sketchbook. But he's also exhausted, panting and half-keeled over with his hands on his knees. Other tourists may be enjoying the view too. He is ruining it with noise.]

I-- [huff huff] -- I only counted six hundred and thirty seven steps, but that is -- [phew] -- quite enough, I think. Vertical steps are not steps at all but ladders, and-- t'would be fair for them to learn it... a few times... in this heat...

[He is having Regrets.]

[Accost him while he's looking at funky glowing tarot cards or any other manner of things. Pick a dialogue option that'll have him embarrassed to talk to you. The choice is yours.]
interstices: (and that's the test in it)
[personal profile] interstices
Who: Asuka and you
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On Kayann
When: Mid-afternoon to early evening on August 18

[Lo and behold, a grimacing redhead with an eyepatch has her face a little too close to her device. Maybe because it's been awhile since she's used it; maybe because, as usual, she's perturbed. Asuka does pull it back, though, starting to try and pan around at the slew of people around her, although, unfortunately, a brief flash of her shirt (bright crimson, with "FLOOT LOOPS" in bold white lettering across her chest) still manages to make itself known.]

Look at this crowd. Don't any of you work? [From the cacophony of background noise, and the way all the people around seem to be either in line or milling about, it's pretty obvious she's found her way to one of the amusement parks.] I've been in line for half an hour. Even the food here has some stupid Fast Pass system.

[And now she's raising her device towards one of the dozens of glittery advertisements. This one bears an alien-looking mascot and stylized cursive: SUPER ALP-LAND, and beneath it sponsored by alp industries and associates.]

Don't waste your time here. If you know of someplace that's any better, go ahead and tell me. I'm sick of all these people everywhere.
halfbloodhatchling: (Default)
[personal profile] halfbloodhatchling
Who: Kai Gracen and Open
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Caprine
When: Now


[ Kai’s been…out of it for a while, out of sight and mind in a coma. He’s showered and changed his clothing at least, gotten rid of the layer of dust, but he still looks like he hasn’t had a sufficient amount of coffee for the current day. ]

At least I don’t have any new memories or scars this time around.

Though I guess that means I’m a little short on stories.

[ Not really, since he’d been around for calibrations. Still those were hardly all pleasant, though some of them — like how he got his cat, Newt, were nice enough. ]

Do people have pets here? How’d you get them? [ He remembers Daenerys’ dragon, when he’d first started. ] …Besides the pet rocks. Those are dumb.
paraclete: (sea lion caves)
[personal profile] paraclete
Who: Kaworu Nagisa, anyone unfortunate enough to view and respond to this post
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: he's likely on the Vanquish... being questionable
When: midmorning 7/24

Did you know you're able to buy summer loving delicacies in bulk enough to keep your summer loving always young at heart?

Also, did you know phosphorescent marshmallows are a summer loving delicacy?

Also, did you know that buying a specified number of these bulk products automatically enters you as eligible to win a lifetime supply (limit 300 years, not bad) of the summer loving delicacy?

That's what I heard. Sounds great, doesn't it? I'm pretty excited. I hope I win. But I wanted to mention the chance of winning to the rest of you, too.

[Moments later...]

I'd never thought of this before, but surplus makes a lot of people seem very much more cheerful.


Jul. 11th, 2017 07:05 pm
sylphid: <user name="aaveplsgo"> (more snacking)
[personal profile] sylphid
Who: Fie Claussell & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide
Action: On the Wonderduck
When: July 11, early afternoon

[The camera's turned on and moved around until it's facing Fie, though the the top of her head is cut off by the cropping. Sure, why not. She's currently in the lounge of the Wonderduck, sitting snugly in one the armchairs with a small plate of fudge in her lap.]

Sounds like my coma thing was well timed. People seeing into my life like that without being invited? No thanks. [Fie stops to take a bite, licking some off her fingers at the same time.]

Still, I hope some of you were able to make friends and deepen bonds. [She swallows.] I mean, if that's your thing.

[Now, sitting back, the rest of her head comes into view. Like the ball a few weeks back, she's wearing a familiar hat in sharp contrast to her normal ensemble.]

But I want to know, what were some things you got from your world? Useless or not. I'll be here all afternoon.

[Meaning over the network... or on the ship. Come visit her.]
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[personal profile] lionherding
Who: Allura and all the peoples! (Please?)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: July 8th

[Network | The Hospitality Deck - July 8th]

[She awoke peacefully, for the first time since her awakening from cryo-stasis. She was slow to take in her new bedchamber, more concerned at her heart's reluctance to speed up over the foreign surroundings than the actual surroundings themselves. She wasn't alarmed - while uncertain where she'd landed herself, she was at least certain that the structures weren't Galran.

She was still clothed in her combat attire, which means they likely hadn't retired after their battle with Zarkon--and Hagaar. Before she allows her thoughts to drift too far she peers towards the hallway, where voices, though distant, can be heard.]

Pidge? Hunk? [She rises to her feet and makes her way into the hallway. As she wanders, she approaches the entrance to what appears to be...a resort?]

What on...[She mumbles to herself as she walks to the full-panel windows, gazing out into the star-filled spanse. She'll find the others in a moment - this isn't her first time being separated from them, she's certain they'll wander together in a matter of time. She looks down to her communicator and sees the option to query the network.]

Excuse me, [She offers a disarming smile, which always seemed to serve her well in her diplomacy missions, so hopefully it won't fail her now.]--ahem. I mean--[Eh-heh...] Well met, everyone. I am Princess Allura of the Altean race, ally and refuge for the Paladins of Voltron. I look forward to meeting with you all and offer my services in whatever capacity you may wish to utilize them.

[Well done, Allura! Off to a smooth start!]
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  • 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.
    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! )


    May. 11th, 2017 05:46 pm
    expellerhead: (65)
    [personal profile] expellerhead
    Who: Aizawa & you
    Broadcast: text
    Action: Starstruck, if so desired!
    When: late at night, before the ball

    Since we seem to have a fair amount of people from worlds where 'super powers' exist, let me ask something for the sake of sating curiosity: power use regulation by government. Thoughts?

    Go ahead and respond to this anonymously if you like, I'm just looking for opinions.

    [ Action ]

    [aizawa is almost always in the med bay these days, organizing and reorganizing, writing down what looks like curriculum and schedules and trying to brush up on his mathematics.

    on the rare occasion that he's not on the starstruck, he can be found on any of the asteroids with shops, looking for...a tuxedo. or an approximation of one, anyway. he doesn't seem very enthusiastic about it, but it's hard to find something in a humanoid shape that doesn't cost an arm and a leg.]


    May. 6th, 2017 07:26 pm
    sylphid: <user name="aaveplsgo"> (tsun blush)
    [personal profile] sylphid
    Who: Fie Clausell & You!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: On Meston or Wonderduck
    When: May 6, early afternoon

    [When the broadcast begins, Fie's expression appears troubled, like she's trying to figure something out. After a "hmmm" she finally speaks.]

    So... that ball... [Another pause, where she tries to figure this out.]

    I've been taking a lot of jobs since we got here, so money's not an issue right now. Going by myself is fine, I don't care about that. ... But how do I figure out what to wear? I've never done anything like this.

    [She exhales through her nose, trying to relax somewhat.]

    This feels weird. Guess I'm just asking for help with clothing. Thanks, if anyone does.

    [About to turn the broadcast off, she stops.]

    Oh, right, Jusis. Meet me on Meston, I've got something you'll like.

    [And now we're done.]
    astrobleme: (cebalrai)
    [personal profile] astrobleme
    Who: Shinji Ikari and you?!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide.
    Action: On the Heron. If any of Shinji's crew members want their own costume (see below), feel free to claim one.
    When: Right around now.


    [Where the heck is that music coming from?

    Unaware that he's being filmed, Shinji wanders into the cargo bay of the Heron, following the muddled melody that's been plaguing him for a few minutes now. He stops dead in his tracks when he comes across--that. That rather large cardboard box with his name clearly plastered on the side. The music seems to be emanating from inside, on a loop.]

    Well, that's not ominous at all, [he says dryly.

    There's a large blue card attached to the top, which he steps up to and plucks off. As he reads from it, the messages inside flash across the video feed:]

    - Shinji Ikari, you're not being true to yourself.
    - There's something you've been hiding from everyone around you.
    - But it's all right: we understand, and we want to help you.
    - This should allow you get in touch with your inner desires.
    - Your new life starts now! And don't forget to bring your friends!
    - Brought to you by your sponsor: Made Fur You Incorporated.

    [All of the sudden, the cardboard box falls to pieces, revealing a bunch of smaller boxes, each with preview pictures and labels stamped on the front. Kaworu: Arctic Fox Costume tumbles on top of Shinji: Azure Moth Costume, and both of those bounce around Asuka: Brown Cow Costume. There are additional costumes for members of the Heron crew, even.]

    Oh, come on. I've been waiting more than a year for a sponsor, and this is what I get?

    [Shinji sighs to himself, disappointed, and that's when he notices he's already broadcasting to the Fleet's network. God damn it.]

    H-Hey! I don't want any of this stuff! Seriously! How do I send it back?

    [ video ]

    Apr. 4th, 2017 08:53 am
    shamisens: (I don't know how you were diverted)
    [personal profile] shamisens
    Who: Kubo + You
    Broadcast: Yes
    Action: SS Starstruck
    When: Now

    [ The video opens up to a boy kneeling on a mat, his shamisen on his lap. There are a few origami figures settled next to him. ]

    So, I know that the Fleet gives us money and there's no reason for me to really work the way I used to. But I also don't want my skills to go to waste. Perhaps you would be willing to share me your story? A part of it, happy or sad, good or evil. You can change it or even make it up as you go.

    Or maybe you could tell me what kind of stories you'd like to hear about? What makes your heart soar?

    [ He strums on the shamisen lightly. ]

    Help our stories grow.
    arcanepower: (don't wanna keep a secret)
    [personal profile] arcanepower
    Who: Belthazar and you!
    Broadcast: Yes
    Action: The Iskaulit.
    When: At a very reasonable time of morning


    [The piano's actually been built for a few weeks-- since before Winn fell asleep, actually-- but his coma left Belth needing to finish putting things together as well as the final touches. The rest has been simply... tuning. He's glad he has an ear for music, but finding a decent tuning fork was surprisingly difficult. And then, of course, he had to paint and polish the damn thing. That took another couple of weeks...

    But it's done now, and he's managed to teach himself a very basic melody for the purpose of this broadcast. He turns the communicator so it can sweep over the piano in its entirety. There are a few things that set it as alien, such as the shape and the expanded number of keys, but it's recognizable enough.]

    Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you... the Fleet's first piano! The book called it a harpsinterian, though it's obviously related. It even has the pedals I remember from the-- I'm rambling. [Ahem.] This was made possible because of Winn's ingenuity so you may direct your thanks to him. I merely provided the materials.

    [He plays his few arpeggios without any mistakes. He's been up all night getting this perfect, and he lets out an audible sigh when he's done.]

    A friend told me that she longed to hear her loved one play the piano again, and that was the main reason I started this project. But music doesn't belong to just one person. That's why it's on the Iskaulit for anyone to enjoy. I hope to spend some time getting to know it from the player's chair rather than bending over it... and I wish to hear the Fleet filled with music again.

    Also, if it's not much of a bother-- Nightingale? I would love to see you and Opal both, so that I may hear this playing you gushed so much about.
    paraclete: (you're the reason why the opera is in me)
    [personal profile] paraclete
    Who: Kaworu Nagisa ... + you!
    Broadcast: fleetwide, text
    Action: not currently, could change
    When: early evening, today.

    I haven't taken the time to endure the exploits many of you have been. It doesn't suit me, I think. I'm being productive in other ways, although I'm not sure I can share the fruits of my labor. But bearing something is fulfillment, right? If you have given life to your work, it feels good, even if that life is mild and quiet. Sometimes, perhaps, even moreso then. Well, not everybody wants to be in history books.

    Hey, what's some soap you really like? I've gotten myself blotted with ink, which is why I'm pausing to sit back and talk. I didn't want to mark my papers. Then again, it's dry by now, so maybe I can just leave it.

    One more question. Does anyone want to make a small trade?
    interstices: (and that's the part of it)
    [personal profile] interstices
    Who: Asuka Shikinami Langley and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: Siourew, if you're brave
    When: February 26

    [Seriously, she just wanted to wade around in a lake. Carefully, this time, with no danger of a near-drowning experience. She still hasn't learned to swim, but she's not going to go in deep. The water's not even touching the hem of her knee-length dress.]

    [Unfortunately, this time the water itself isn't the problem. The video feed is pretty bumpy, but there's a grumpy headshot of Asuka after a second, eyes narrowed into barely-there slits and teeth bared a little too ferociously for the scene at hand.]

    [Or maybe not. Because as she holds the device out to arm's length, one thing's going to become patently obvious: every single fish-like creature and every single sandbird seems to be hopping up out of the water to try to get near her. Some of them even seem to be crowding up on each other in the bustle. Every step she takes back is another hop or flight up for them.]

    What the hell is going on here?! Do you want me to eat you, or what? You aren't even-- ugh, that-- [she fidgets, then screams inelegantly, as another lake creature, maybe a minnow, swims about her ankles--] You have the whole damn lake! This happens every time I've been in water here!

    [ooc: afflicted by pheromones! your choice if this effect goes for your character/non-water creatures or not.]
    astrobleme: (altair)
    [personal profile] astrobleme
    Who: Shinji Ikari and you?!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide.
    Action: Any ship in the Fleet, beginning with the Heron.
    When: Throughout the week.


    [Shinji has felt like total crap for weeks and weeks now, after that unexpected attack on the Fleet's ships... but the curtain of despair suddenly lifts one morning, for no apparent reason at all. He's a little bewildered about feeling okay, if not good, if not great, and he spends the first day catching up on the laundry that he's been neglecting.

    But then it kind of maybe spirals out of control. He's filled with determination to clean--not just his own clothes or his own room, but every unwashed pile of clothes and every messy room he comes across. He doesn't really notice his own hyperactivity; he just wants to clean and clean and clean until not a speck of dust or engine grease remains. He sweeps through the Heron, to begin with, and then he branches out...]

    Hey, [he says, coming into view on the feed. He's a little blurry at first, with softly glowing lights all around him, which soon resolve into... fireflies?] Have you seen these things yet? They're called cleaning bugs! And they're freaking awesome. The Co'kal made them--they can deep-clean anything, no problem, and... [Shinji is practically ranting and raving about these inventions he found in his quest to clean everything.]

    If there's something you need me to clean, let me know, okay? I'll take care of it right away. Or my new friends will.

    [action, aboard various ships in the Fleet.]

    [Needless to say, Shinji can be found pretty much anywhere in the Fleet, on any crew's ship or the Iskaulit, waging war against uncleanliness. Don't mind him if he decides your kitchen needs a good scrub down, or your bunks, or your bathrooms, or even the engine room. He's constantly accompanied by a halo of cleaning bugs that change colors depending on the amount of dirt nearby.

    They may even decide to target a person that they've deemed a little too dirty...]
    paraclete: (i've no obvious thorns)
    [personal profile] paraclete
    Who: Kaworu Nagisa and anyone else
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: he's off on his own, for now.
    When: afternoon

    It's curious to call a place the way this place is called. "Solace" is a deeply personal concept to any creature, I believe. What brings you that measure of peace is going to be different from what brings it to me. So there's a lot of confidence in naming this space Solace, because how did they know whether this has what you or I are seeking?

    But isn't it a little nice, too? The people who created this place must have found their solace in it themselves, and they truly believed it to be a provision of peace for the average heart. Those people have long since passed, I'm sure, now dead and having scattered past all these clouds. But what they believed to be vital, what nourished their well-being, remains here as a beacon of their hopes and endeavors. You know, it's always that way: when anyone leaves the world, their personal truths linger on, a landmark of reality. To the founders of Solace, this was solace. So it remains, whether or not you or I find our peace here.

    Oh, anyway, hey, what do you think of this thing?

    [attachment: nice72.jpg]

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