ladybro: (➵ let's sway)
[personal profile] ladybro
Who: Crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Blameless
When: All of May

[ when it's the month of may, the blameless will play. or something. have at it, you crazy diamonds. ]
supertardiness: (13)
[personal profile] supertardiness
Who: Barry Allen + You
Broadcast: Video, Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: May 8, 2017

[Passengers on the may have gotten brushed past by a burst of wind and a flash of red and gold lightning earlier in the day, but Barry isn’t stopping for anyone, unfortunately. As wide and expansive as the ship is, there isn’t really enough room for him to build up enough speed to do anything, and he doesn’t know what it is that Savitar did, but he can’t be stuck here. Not with what’s coming. Not with what he just saw.

But eventually in futility comes acceptance, and he decides that if he’s going to be stuck here, he might as well play along. The young man that appears on the screen looks flustered and disoriented from the get go, a clear expression of confusion and needing to be anywhere but here, larger problems weighing on his shoulders than there should be. He certainly doesn’t look happy to be here, but he’s trying to pull it together, if for no other reason than it’s clear he’s being watched.]


So, hey everybody. I’m Barry. I’m … new, I guess. I’m from Central City, if that means anything to anyone, and at home, I work – or worked – for the CCPD as a CSI.

[There’s a moment as he tries to figure out what to say next, before his eyes close and he loses it. To be fair, he lasted at least two minutes longer than he thought he would.]

Okay, wait, I can’t do this. Seriously? We’re stuck on some kind of space reality TV show and I’m just supposed to play nice and do whatever? No, I’m sorry, that’s a load of … crap.

[The frustrated way the word is forced out indicates that there’s another thing he really wanted to say there, but, you know, he’s on TV. And he doesn’t use those words. Usually.]

I never agreed to be a part of this, I didn’t sign a release or a contract or anything like that, so I want to go home. Now. Or I’ll force my way out.

[Barry … don’t do that. Please don’t be that dumb. And with that the transmission will just end because that is enough of that.]
passingthrough: (X Marks the Spot)
[personal profile] passingthrough
Who: Twin Roses Crew & Visitors (so everyone!)
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Twin Roses, be there or be...somewhere else probably.
When: May

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

01 | text

May. 4th, 2017 07:58 pm
eloquentness: (folded arms)
[personal profile] eloquentness
Who: Iris West and YOU!!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: If you're on the Marsiva, sure
When: May 4th

[ Two whole days later, Iris still can't believe she's actually in outer space. The view outside the Marsiva hasn't done anything to dissuade the notion, either. Part of her desperately wishes she could disembark and explore this star system: it would be the story of a lifetime, and more importantly, it would be a story she would've uncovered all by herself.

Exploring the hospitality deck hasn't answered many questions, so she's taken to sitting in the cafeteria with a trusty mug of coffee. Turns out, it's a good place to sit and think - as well as a good place to scroll through the Network and see what other people're saying.

So far, she's drawn a few conclusions: 1) there's a whole fleet of ships surrounding the Marsiva, 2) not everyone's from Earth - or a planet like it, and 3) they're here as part of a reality show?? That last one's pretty hard to believe. (Who'd watch someone write and edit?) Instead of asking her fellow captives the hows and whys, she figures she's better off asking them something else: ]


How many of you know the game 'Questions?'

It's a pretty simple game back on Earth: I pose a question, and you can only answer me with a question of your own. The first one to forget a question "loses." To make things easier on everyone, I won't instate any additional rules.

To start us off: Were you familiar with outer space travel before you arrived here?
thebestseller: (made of cheese)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: The crew of the SS Twin Roses and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Twin Roses
When: The end of April

['Sup, it's a ship mingle. We've lost Adawolfe, Anders and Ravi, but gained Lance, Shovel Knight, and Chuuya.

Enjoy the free pudding and make yourselves at home, newbies.]

Video;

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Filtered to Winn]

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

[Otherwise, Lumiére can be found happily hopping around the table of the Wonderduck, carefully setting it so it at least looks like an actual, fancy dinner table and not a metal slab where people sit and eat. They may be in space, but they can still have a little culinary refinement, god.
thespaceopera: (relapse)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]
undirected: (ZSvtFal)
[personal profile] undirected
Who: Rip Hunter and you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Marvisa
When: Apr 14; midday-ish

[No doubt it's a story that's been heard before: boy meets timeship, boy takes over protecting history after blowing up the people who used to do it, boy gets brainwashed (twice), boy gets rescued, boy is left to try and figure out who he even bloody is anymore. Yet for all the things that have not hold steadfast in Rip's life as of late, certain rules remain seemingly unbreakable. Chief among them (and most relevant, in this instance), is that nothing will ever go according to Rip Hunter's plan. It's rather unfair, really. He hasn't even decided what he intends to do, and now here he is, waking up in the middle of God-knows-where that's neither his jumpship nor the Waverider.

Bloody hell.

So he does as anyone might when they've apparently been kidnapped: goes for his gun. Of course it's not there, shock and surprise, leaving Rip patting his pockets and trying to figure out what, beyond an empty holster, he's been left with. Some personal items, what he had on him that he can last remember, but nothing resembling the weapons he suspects would be so terribly useful in this situation. Yet despite every indication that he's been stolen away against his will, Rip has also been granted a surprising amount of freedom. He doesn't seem to be locked within any one room, and the accommodations are cozier than most other brigs he's seen.

Not that it gives him any greater desire to stay there, mind. It's just worth noting. And now that he has noted it, Rip gets to work. Finding a communication panel is rather easy—perhaps distressingly so, if he thinks about it, so instead Rip sets about to trying to find a way to hail the Waverider, to figure out where he is, or when he is, or anything else at all that might be useful.

It goes about as well as can be expected—although he can send out a message, it's not going to go anyplace he wants it to. The transmission starts right about the time his shoulders sag with this realization, his eyes not focused on the camera but instead on whatever display is giving him the bad news. In the meantime, enjoy the view of a frustrated British guy wearing a long duster?]


…Bollocks [Oh, right, broadcasting. Rip finally looks towards the screen—towards whomever might be viewing this, trying to decide if it's even worth saying anything. He's got one hand braced against the wall, his finger tapping the surface impatiently before he decides that really, there's not much left to lose at this point anyway. It's not like the persons responsible don't already know he's there.]

Right, yes. And--hello, I suppose. [It's about as unhappy a greeting as one might expect, given the circumstances.] I'd apologize for being a bother, but since I've somehow been brought to this place entirely against my will, whoever's responsible just brought it upon themselves, haven't they?

I'll keep it short then. My name is Rip Hunter, and I would really. really, like to have a word with those in charge of—whatever this is. [No small operation, given the scale of it. Not only is the room itself impressively sized, but the technology is noteworthy. Automated, from a time seemingly closer to Rip's own than most he's been in lately. He rests a hand against the wall, leaning into his arm as he taps his fingers against the hard surface. If he's in a facility seemingly made to house so many—

Then perhaps he's not the only one to have found himself someplace new without explanation.]
Or anyone else who might be able to offer answers, assuming there are others out there. Either way, you can probably guess what I want to know.

[What anyone would like to know when they've been taken prisoner, most likely. Rip gives the camera a final look, then ends the transmission.

Well. He did say he was going to keep it short.]
passingthrough: (Relaxed - Enjoyment)
[personal profile] passingthrough
Who: Kitty and everyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Twin Roses
When: Now, soon, wheneverish

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

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

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

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

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

Kitty is actually 10 cats stacked on each other.

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

Ironically, Kitty likes it doggy style.

Kitty is so tough Chuck Norris is scared of her.

Kitty is secretly growing catnip in the Twin Roses garden.

Kitty is in a love triangle with Winn and C̷̨̞̫̗̭͎̳͉̟͔̍͜h̷̡̡͖̜̉͂̀̎̂͂̂́̀͆̋́́͋͒͜e̴̡̱̱̍̈͜k̶̙̰̜̹̠̤̹̀̋͋̒͐͊̋͋̎̔͘͘͝͠o̶̥̬̖͙̠̞͕͙̦̜̺̰̜̯͙̽̒͑̀̔̉̎͂v̸̢̧͕̯͈͉̥̫̤̪̥̯̍͛̚


[She manages to slightly distort the end of the message.]

003; video

Apr. 8th, 2017 09:52 pm
beathach: (214)
[personal profile] beathach
Who: Charles and Hank + You Losers
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Blameless
When: Right Now

[two old nerds appear on screen, unboxing a large colouring create with "Congratulations On Your One Year Anniversary!" written on the side in big, bold letters. Inside appears to be plushies of DNA, antibodies, and other related paraphernalia.

Of course, while doing this they're sharing the popular "rumors" about them out loud, for their own amusement. Or bemusement, either or]


Let’s see . . . 'Aliens stole Charles' hair.' I can’t say that’s wrong.

In a manner of speaking, sure.

What else . . . 'Hank is a beast in bed'. Hank, you sly devil.

No comment.

Hmm. 'Hank and Charles are the perfect couple'. I think our students got a hold of this one.

Huh. I just read one lamenting our divorce.

Hold on, what’s this?

[ Charles pulls out a business card ]

Well now . . . I guess I’ll be keeping this.

[Hank's response is to burst into laughter. What a helper]
dancingmd: (why aren't we all being interrogated?)
[personal profile] dancingmd
Who: Beverly Crusher, Ezri Dax, James Kirk, Leonard McCoy, and Pavel Chekov - and you, should you like to stop by!
Broadcast: video
Action: Málum
When: April 5

[So Beverly may or may not have taken a few tequila shots. And she may or may not be quite drunk and affectionately effusive about... everything. Thus she has something Very Important to tell the Fleet, which she does from inside Málum with some of her Starfleet companions around. Thankfully, one of them is holding the camera or this feed would be a lot more intolerably shaky.

It's also one of the rare times you'll find her in her Starfleet Uniform.]


Today! [Beverly claps her hands together.] Today is an important holiday back home - First Contact Day! It marks the time when humans finally launched the first spaceship powered by warp drive and that was also the same day we met the Vulcans. [She frowns, her thoughts coming more slowly than is usual.] I don't think we've had any Vulcans here in the fleet, unless it was a long time ago before I came. Which is really weird when you stop to think about it, that there's been Humans and Cardassians and Trill but no Vulcans. Or anybody else really. Vulcans kind of look like elves so I've often wondered if maybe they are but just so many universes removed that it's not quite the same.

[Clearly someone is giving her A Look from behind the camera and she points an admonishing finger at them.]

I'm getting there! [She straightens up and pats her hair, getting back into "lecture" mode.] What probably many of you don't know, is that I saw all of this, first hand, the last time I went home. You see there were the Borg - only we're not going to go into them because this is supposed to be a celebration - and they were trying to go back in time to ruin the warp ship so the Vulcans wouldn't come down to see us so of course we had to go stop them even though we're not supposed to time travel - and for good reason too, it's a pain in the ass. One time Mark Twain followed us onto the Enterprise and it was this whole thing though I guess it worked out all right in the end because then he wrote A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court so that's good. And he really was very nice and understanding of why he couldn't tell anyone what he saw.

[Another pause as she tries to figure out why she started talking about Mark Twain. Ah! Right!]

So anyway we had to go back in time to stop the Borg and so we met Zefram Cochrane who invented the warp drive and he was completely not like any of us expected and you know, sometimes they say you shouldn't meet your heroes? We'd all been taught about what a great genius he was, and that's true, but I guess they didn't really want to mention in the history books that he really liked to party and building the ship wasn't some noble, selfless endeavor to advance science - it was a difficult time in human history, and he needed the money. But that's the beautiful thing isn't it? People are complicated and may not always be what you expect but they still can do great things. And that's really what First Contact Day is about, celebrating the amazing things we've already done and the things we'll do in the future too. Together.

[This nerd, y'all. You should come party with her.]
robitussin: (i cried for all)
[personal profile] robitussin
Who: opal and you!
Broadcast: text
Action: goldstone if you so desire
When: some ungodly hour of the night

guess who's super bored again??? it's me and i'm ignoring 100% of these stupid rumors so whateverrrr

which means it's time for truth or dare, so hit me with whichever you want and i'll give you something and then vice versa or whatever i guess

if you choose dare you're legally required to use the video function to prove it though


[ooc: unbeknownst to her (for the moment), opal is under a compulsive honesty augment glitch! so if she seems much more truthful than normal, that's probably why.]
widow_of_the_crag: ([Jeyne] Try Me)
[personal profile] widow_of_the_crag
Who: Jeyne Westerling
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 4/4

[Jeyne doesn't often get angry, especially not over something so ridiculous and petty. Sadly for her, even at her most furious, she could never appear as fearsome as she feels. She holds up one of the letters that she received, as many others had. Her eyes darkened and heated.]

Am I so inconsequential that my life is being confused with another's? How is it the audience assumes I have visited a place that I have never been or that I am wed to someone that I have never been betrothed to? I don't know who this "Jeyne, wife of Ramsay Snow" is, but she is certainly not me!

[Again, she is questioning herself why she should be angry? Did it matter if the audience didn't know her?]

I do exist outside of my marriage or whichever man comes into my life. Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark are not the whole of my identity!
universal_charm: smut (Shirt Open)
[personal profile] universal_charm
Who: Jim Kirk + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, the Tourist + the Iskaulit
When: Drift Week

[ Video ]
[ Kirk appears on the screen, wearing his customary black t-shirt. He's a simple man at heart, really. If you look behind him, one can see a number of boxes, all seemingly overflowing with similar black shirts. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happened. A sponsor drop.

He's twirling some bits of paper in front of him, a look somewhere between bemused and annoyed on his face. ]


So I suppose I should thank someone for all the new shirts that just came in. I assume they are to make up for these that I have heard going around. I have to say, some of these are quite inventive, so props to whomever came up with them.

Let's read my favorites, shall we?

One - Kirk likes to twirl in his captain's chair when no one is looking.

Two - Kirk rips his shirts on purpose.

Three - Kirk and Leonard McCoy are in a romantic relationship together.

Four - Kirk is secretly a zombie.

Five - Kirk is actually a virgin.

There is quite a lot to unpack in those, which I assume come from the "viewers". Two of which have me saying - really? Do you know me at all? But I applaud your imaginations, truly.

[ He pushes away from his position of leaning on his desk - at which point his black shirt rips right across the chest. He looks down and sighs, giving his head that little shake of the exasperated when something has happened one to many times in a day. He looks up at the camera and points with his little stubs of paper. ]

Contrary to belief, that was not on purpose. And whoever dropped these - F for quality.

[ And he turns off the video to go change. Sorry guys, no show today. ]

[ Action ]
[ Over the course of the next week or so, it is highly likely one will run into Kirk on either the Tourist or the Iskaulit in some variable form of undress - bet it with an intact shirt, a ripped shirt, or changing into a new one he carried with him at all times. If you have never seen his tattoos before, now's your chance.

Also, for the Tourist, don't mind the ripped up shirts that are beginning to appear in every trash receptacle, and even forming a modest pile just outside his door in one of the emptied boxes. He really has nowhere else to put them. ]
mucked: (☂ just get inside -- it's almost over)
[personal profile] mucked
Who: Peggy Carter, some rumours, and you!
Broadcast: text, then video.
Action: y, aboard the starstruck.
When: today!

[ a message materializes on the network around midday: ]

Peggy Carter's got a veritable guy-pile of suitors: Edwin Jarvis, Max Rockatansky, Jason Wilkes, Jack Thompson, Howard Stark, Stefan Salvatore, Steve Rogers, Sam Winchester, James Barnes, Clint Barton, Daniel Sousa, and counting! How many more can you name?

[ and not long after (in a state of utter pique and dismay), that same network registers a rather heartfelt reaction -- but this time with accompanying wide-eyed video. ] Jack -- Jack Thompson? Un-bloody-likely. The only thing he's ever got his eyes on is the next greasy rung on the ladder. [ peggy scoffs, disgusted. ] As pranks go, this one's been truly shambolic. The first of April was days ago.

[ in a few hours, she'll enjoy her meltdown all over again when she finds a box of sponsor gifts in the cargo bay filled with stickers, each with a different so-called suitor's name scribbled into the blank space. all of them are filled in except for an ominous pile with an attached note: in case there's so many you start to forget their names. blanks included for any others that we might have missed. ]
robitussin: (Default)
[personal profile] robitussin
Who: Goldstone crew
Broadcast: n/a
Action: yes!
When: the month of april

[So, we have rumors flying around, possible sponsor drops in our midst, and any other shenanigans that might be going down! What are you up to, Goldstone?]
edwinjarvis: (pic#10841170)
[personal profile] edwinjarvis
Who: Edwin Jarvis (fully grown up)
Broadcast: Video Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck, then Tourist
When: April 1st

[Action. SS Starstruck and then SS Tourist]

[Edwin of eight-and-three-quarters-years-old went to sleep on the 31st of March -- and when he woke up on the 1st, he was simply Mister Jarvis once more. He peeled his eyes open, looked around the room in a bit of a sleepy daze, and tried to remember what had happened the night before. It was a bit of a blur, but he remembers being rather short, and the longer he sits there the longer he pieces memories together.

... Oh dear, the clothes he had before don't fit.

.... Oh dear, he has no clothing.

He ties the bed sheet around his waist and considers how to escape the SS Starstruck without entirely embarrassing himself. This is the worst morning ever. And even worse... It's April 1st. Oh god above, one of the absolute worst days of the year.

Much later, when he is dressed, thank you very much, he will be on the Tourist making breakfast.

Clearly nothing happened and everything is back to normal! Hi guys have some scrambled eggs or protein-based pancakes. And goodness, let him just... sweep this floor... Have we been doing the laundry? How's the dusting gone? Is the dishes all washed?]


[Video.]

[Also, let him just remind everyone he's totally back to normal.]

I've returned from a rather... unwanted vacation. Thank you to everyone who endured my younger self and treated me kindly. And I apologize for any work I may have missed at The Space Bar, but rest assured, I'm very excited to be tall and capable of making my own meals that don't end in burnt crusts and tears. Still... it was... strange to remember oneself from thirty years ago so clearly now. I admit, there are things coming back to me I was sure I had lost in the haze of aging.

... Utterly bizarre. It's... actually nice to remember faces from then with such clarity.

I shall not regret it.

[Ehem. Anyway.]

To the point. If any practical jokes are played today at my expense for the holidays...

I'll have you know a butler is very good at finding divine retribution.

[This smile says he can do terrible things despite his kind and polite personality.

It's a little frightening.

Also, his room now has a cute little teddy named Mr. Tottles. He shall never throw him out.]


... And all rumors you here are hearsay and complete lies.

[... Feel free to have heard whatever odd rumor from the event regarding Jarvis.]
benames: (pic#10210001)
[personal profile] benames
[ the first thing that comes up is loud music. cisco is in his lab listening to music in full volume, working on what seems to be a pair of speakers as well as colorful tea bag holders when suddenly he stops, looking ahead, somewhat disoriented and then shouts, just above the music. ]

Ok, the sooner we leave this stupid planet the better!!! before I will go all The Shining on the Atroma's sorry alien asses!!

[ and a moment later, a text message. ]

If you're going to check out the wreckage, be careful. Trust me, seeing the replay of what happened to the it when it went down isn't fun.

I'm suffering from daymares, yo, the least you can do is make sure you know what you're doing down there.

video, 01

Mar. 28th, 2017 02:24 pm
unbridles: (pic#11012615)
[personal profile] unbridles
Who: John Laurens
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Right the heck now.

[He wasn't expecting a bed. More to the point, he wasn't expecting to wake up at all; did someone wake up when they were dead? He's not sure. Well. At least he doesn't hurt after dying, though John can't remember it hurting much before, either. He sits up anyway, still clad in his continental uniform, now with a mysterious lack of bulletholes. In doing so, he jars the communicator nearby, and it falls to the floor with a clatter.]

Shit, what -- [Oh. Okay. There's a thing on the floor, he's surrounded by mysterious silvery walls, and he's trying not to panic. This is great. Maybe the thing will have some answers. So he picks up the comm and pokes at it, tentatively. That manages to activate the video, and behold, there's one seriously perplexed lieutenant colonel onscreen.]

--Um. Can anyone maybe tell me what the hell is goin' on? Is anyone there?

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