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driftfleet2014-10-05 10:08 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2014-10-05 10:08 am
Entry tags:
- !atroma,
- !event,
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- anthony j. crowley,
- asano rin,
- barakiel,
- cecil harvey,
- delirium,
- emblica,
- gin ichimaru,
- jilly coppercorn,
- katniss everdeen,
- michael (michael),
- nelkeila tarid,
- nunnally vi britannia,
- peter parker,
- pheobus' crow,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- steve rogers (ou),
- tekhetsio,
- tony stark,
- vash the stampede,
- yamanaka ino,
- yuan ka-fai,
- zelos wilder (bad end),
- zhas,
- zoe hange
Twelfth Cycle - Season Premier!
[Everything is quite dark as the passengers regain consciousness, with little lights and panels on the walls just now beginning to wink to life. It seems as though everyone and their new homes are rising from slumber together. Even the air is sleepy, and it tastes stale--it must have been a long time since it's been anywhere other than recycled endlessly through this space.
And for a few minutes, the only sounds that aren't coming from the passengers themselves is the omnipresent hum of electrical and mechanical parts surrounding them on every side, and the occasional scratch of vermin-feet in the walls. Then, regardless of where each passenger wakes in their ship, a short musical tune and an exuberant female voice crackles to life over speaker panels in every room.]
--Good morning, honored passengers! My name is Diamond, and on behalf of Atroma and our entire audience, congratulations on being selected to participate in the twelfth cycle of Drift Fleet! We are all eager to get to know you, and I just know you must all be eager to get started, so let's get right to it!
[And with that, whoever happens to be on the bridge of their ship at the time will be treated to watching the solid panels slide away from the windows, revealing infinite black and uncountable stars... and whether or not they've ever been capable of comprehending the concept before, they immediately recognize outer space.]
In a few minutes, the HS Marsiva will come into view through the windows to my left. Please familiarize yourself with her presence.
For more information on your new roles, and of the Drift Fleet itself, please refer to the helpful information files already uploaded to the network. And from here on out, it shall be up to you to refer new cremates to these information files and to make sure that their stays on your crews are pleasant and rewarding!
...Also--speaking of your new responsibilities as crewmembers--I expect captain forms to be filled out and submitted by the end of the week.
[The smile practically drips from her voice at that last point, and there's a little pause before she continues]
And finally-- we won't be approaching our first system for a few days yet, so you are all encouraged to get to know each other and enjoy the ride in the meantime.
Welcome to Drift Fleet, and remember... the worlds are watching!
[and the voice cuts out, but the lines are still open. the network is live and listening.]
((ooc: the Fleet is now live! dive in and tag around! it's a good idea to put whether or not your thread is open to the network, and what ship you're on, in the subject of your reply. to see who is on which crew, please refer to this sheet! have fun!))
And for a few minutes, the only sounds that aren't coming from the passengers themselves is the omnipresent hum of electrical and mechanical parts surrounding them on every side, and the occasional scratch of vermin-feet in the walls. Then, regardless of where each passenger wakes in their ship, a short musical tune and an exuberant female voice crackles to life over speaker panels in every room.]
--Good morning, honored passengers! My name is Diamond, and on behalf of Atroma and our entire audience, congratulations on being selected to participate in the twelfth cycle of Drift Fleet! We are all eager to get to know you, and I just know you must all be eager to get started, so let's get right to it!
[And with that, whoever happens to be on the bridge of their ship at the time will be treated to watching the solid panels slide away from the windows, revealing infinite black and uncountable stars... and whether or not they've ever been capable of comprehending the concept before, they immediately recognize outer space.]
In a few minutes, the HS Marsiva will come into view through the windows to my left. Please familiarize yourself with her presence.
For more information on your new roles, and of the Drift Fleet itself, please refer to the helpful information files already uploaded to the network. And from here on out, it shall be up to you to refer new cremates to these information files and to make sure that their stays on your crews are pleasant and rewarding!
...Also--speaking of your new responsibilities as crewmembers--I expect captain forms to be filled out and submitted by the end of the week.
[The smile practically drips from her voice at that last point, and there's a little pause before she continues]
And finally-- we won't be approaching our first system for a few days yet, so you are all encouraged to get to know each other and enjoy the ride in the meantime.
Welcome to Drift Fleet, and remember... the worlds are watching!
[and the voice cuts out, but the lines are still open. the network is live and listening.]
((ooc: the Fleet is now live! dive in and tag around! it's a good idea to put whether or not your thread is open to the network, and what ship you're on, in the subject of your reply. to see who is on which crew, please refer to this sheet! have fun!))
SS Bloodsport | Network & Action
What do you mean, your left!?
[MEANWHILE, if anyone is on the Bloodsport, they can find Robin on the bridge! he's pretty tall, really pale, dressed head-to-toe in black (and a lot of it's leather). he's nervously fidgeting with his gloves and just... staring out at the huge, gaping emptiness that is outer space.]
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Ah. Hmm. Good question...
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[ She's not actually sure if he's talking to her, since...well, it's over the speakers where she is, but. Worth a try. And it's the first less-than-all-knowing voice she's heard so far, which puts them on similar footing. ]
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Three Twins - No broadcast
and the fact that he even knew how to do that tips him over the edge.
...anyone tooling around the bridge of Three Twins might find a little dude with pointy ears curled up at the communications station, crying pathetically into his arms.
he's taking space very well.]
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So she pops into the bridge to look around, and ... wait, is that sound someone crying? Not that she blames them, but ... she'll approach with caution, clearing her throat to let whoever it is know there's someone in here ]
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*smashes continuity with a hammer* It doesn't exisit in space, right?
continuity was vented out through the airlock
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SS Tourist | Action
What is this...
((OOC: stats/permissions for this OC who is definitely not Tyki. yes. definitely.))
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You can't be serious...!
Tyki?!
[ARGH HE DOES NOT WANT TO DEAL WITH NOAHS IN SPACE]
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S.S. Huntress | Open to Network
Okay, someone needs to explain what the hell is going on.
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Isn't that what just happened...?
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SS THREE TWINS | Network & Broadcast
Not AGAIN!!
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Are you alright?
[ She doesn't address the whole "again" part of that; maybe she'll save that for later. ]
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Network
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network;
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Action!
action 4eva
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Network
network forever
SS Tourist - Bridge | Network and Action
Is this another...castle game? I think I remember a castle. And I'm pretty sure I'm not in one right now.
[He's sitting in the pilot seat, staring out at the stars, but his gaze soon falls to the controls in front of him. Which are as familiar as though they're clearly labeled, even though he's never seen them in his life. That's also disorienting.]
...All right, I'm no slouch at magitech, but I'm pretty sure I shouldn't know how to work this.
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No, no, definitely not a castle.
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SS Tourist | Network & Action
Who is Atroma?
[ steve is standing in the hallway outside of his living quarters. he is looking pretty calm about waking up in a spaceship. but then again this isn't the first time he's woken up somewhere strange. ]
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Whoever's running this thing?
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Re: SS Tourist | Network & Action
[network]
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network!
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aboard the ss pathstone!! (network/action available)
[ A youthful voice with a surprisingly un-youthful dose of skepticism: ]
What part of this would be "pleasant and rewarding," anyway...
[ Then a bit louder. ]
And who's watching this!?
action:
[ A few moments after the lights flickered on, one of the passengers booked it out of the shared bunk room, and with little regard for who else may have been sleeping in the room.
Currently, she is on the bridge, staring into space, with one of the blankets from her bed still around her.
Well, she's probably staring into space. It's kind of hard to tell with that weird skull thing. That isn't really her head, right? ]
( ooc; for quick info, feel free to check out her permissions post here. )
network
[Perhaps a little too cheerful for a recent abductee.]
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ss wonderduck - bridge | action
okay, okay, so maybe some really weird things, like weirder than being bitten by a genetically-altered spider or giant lizard people roaming the streets of new york, had happened to get to this moment. maybe he had woken up in an unfamiliar place that definitely wasn't the subway, and maybe there had been a moment of slight panic when he'd realized his webshooters weren't attached to his wrist where he'd been pretty sure he'd last left them. maybe his whole life is just one never-ending cycle of weird, and is destined to be that way forever.
but the important thing right now is that he is in space. straight-up, right out of an episode of star trek, space.
and that? is kind of seriously awesome, despite everything. not even going to lie.
he's roaming the bridge now, eyes wide as he stares out the windows, with an expression not unlike that of a kid in a candy store. before he's spider-man, before he's much of anything at all, he's a science geek, and a science geek can't help but marvel at the view. it captures his attention, makes him forget to consider other things, like -
like paying attention to where he walks. whiiich might be straight into you.
oops.]
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[And so, when Peter walks into him, he loses his balance and his arms- as much as you can in a big poofy coat- pinwheel as he stumbles to the ground]
Whoa!
[Good thing the big poofy coat breaks his fall huh]
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SS Red Fish | Action Only
he has no idea what he's going on but he's going to keep doing this until he has either searched the whole ship or found something to stab someone with.]
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Hello there.
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ss bloodsport | network/action
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Maybe you need a space clock.
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network - text
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SS Pathstone | Network & Action
and after the chipper voice cuts out, he continues to stand there in the silence until whatever little things are rattling around in his brain finally click together and make an important connection. it takes several minutes of staring into the endless black before he snaps.
and when he does, he more or less roars--snarling loud through sharp teeth and slamming his fist down on the nearest panel. because he's obviously thrilled to be here.]
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And then crackling out of the speaker cheerfully,]
Haha! Sounds like someone has a grizzly on board!
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SS Bluefish | Network + action
[You never present yourself to other people while you're still sorting through the difficult stuff, so he's sure to deal with that first, isolated. The forces at work in all these shitty universes seem completely intent on keeping him alive past his sell by date, and it frustrates him to no end.
But now that he's over brooding, he's decided to address everyone.]
a/s/l
looking to make some space friends
hmu
Action(but also network sort of if your character doesn't feel like listening to him)
[Meanwhile, he sends out yet another broadcast that's just sent to the members of the crew on board his ship.
He has a lot of experience with these kinds of devices already, fortunately.]
Hello! This is your captain speaking- [Not officially by any means.] -if you could all get on down to the bridge, that'd be great. I'd like to meet my crew.
network!
24/M/Bloodsport
Fucking awesome name for a ship, but kind of not into the sudden relocation. You?
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SS WONDERDUCK | Network & Action
[But, there's not much he can do about it right now beyond try to figure out the situation. He doesn't even bother talking over the network to demand what's going on - because those sorts of people never answer questions. Instead he ditches his winter gear (what? Exsilium was a frozen hell) and makes himself comfortable in the cockpit as he reads over his information- his braided red hair hanging over the chair. The network, somehow turns on to catch a feed.]
Seriously? I'm on the SS Wonderfuck?
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Oh- wait. It's a D. Ha!
[another pause]
Then again, I kinda like it the other way more...
[He sighs. This is such bullshit. ]
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[her voice comes crackling cheerfully out of the speaker]
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network 5ever
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Action
Action
voice broadcast
[Someone sounds kind of strangely calm about all of this. It's doesn't go much further than skin-deep, but she's gonna hold onto that for as long as possible.]
I'm looking for people I might know... does anyone recognize my voice? I'm Rin. Asano Rin. Anyway, I don't just want to hear from people I know already. Who else is here? Nice to meet you. What's your name?
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He did all of that to protect her from the truth. Despite their relationship, he knows how she'd react, and the fact he lied about something like that to her would only make it so much worse.
So he doesn't respond, not immediately. He just sits there spinning in his chair slowly, mulling over the situation.]
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SS Wonderduck ; Action (Bridge) & Network (Video)
Cecil takes a deep breath as she stands on the bridge, glancing out the windows every now and then at the sight of star-studded black and listening to the constant chatter of the shocked fleet in disarray, then she presses the key to activate a video broadcast. Instinctively, she does her best to maintain a steady and authoritative composure. She looks fairly calm, but her voice is just a shade too urgent and high-pitched to completely conceal her own fear. ]
Everyone, hello. Please-- I know this is alarming and disorienting, to say the least, but try not to panic. If we work together and keep our heads about us, we'll have more success keeping each other safe and discovering just what's become of us.
[ She's a rather visually striking young woman, somewhat shorter than an average height with unusually fair skin and bright blue eyes. There's almost no pigmentation to her complexion at all and her hair too is a silvery-white. Any crewmates, in particular, who approach her will probably be able to pick up on the otherwordly aura surrounding her, but aside from these details, she seems pretty wholly human. She's wearing the charcoal jumper and a pair of black studded earrings, plus a worn and frayed brown leather bracelet on her right wrist. ]
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SS Blue Fish - action/video???
And there is a crow in your bunk, seated nice and quietly unless you look at him for too long. Then you will get a nice warbled caw.
What're you looking at.
For everyone else watching, it's just a video stream of a little black birb. Who is doing nothing at all but preen, and who isn't going to pick up his communicator because that's on the bunk above and effort. ]
vidya
What are you doing there?
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voice i guess FOREVER
you you people talking at nothing!! )8
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videooooo
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SS Red Fish | Network & Action
Does-- [she pauses] Hello, ah... everyone who can hear this. My apologies for asking such a general question but does-- does everyone feel as if they know things that they did not previously understand?
[she pauses, and sounds embarrassed] I do realize that sounds like a foolish question.
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Hello there. Admiring the stars?
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SS Three Twins | Action & Open to Network
[The first moment Vash is awake he's a bit panicked. Why was he inside? The air, it didn't taste right, it tasted like-- no. He didn't want this dream right now. He had to focus on what he was going to say to Knives when he finally found him. Being a reasonable man, Vash slaps himself across the face.]
OOOWW!
[Huh, dreams don't usually hurt and he usually wakes up. This just couldn't be real. He becomes even more unsettled as he realizes any weapon he usually has is gone and missing. Even the one usually hidden in his arm and boot.
Feeling exposed (and if no one comes to check on the idiot hitting himself) Vash will cautiously be exploring the ship. Was this a ship that didn't crash? Was Knives playing some sort of twisted game still with him? How did he get here? When the chime suddenly plays and the voice starts speaking Vash YELPS as if he's seen a spider on his face and jumps nearly three feet into the air. Then he listens and rushes for the nearest window once they begin to open.
Space. His stomach drops. This just can't be real. Yet it is. There were people out there that could just teleport others off his home planet like it was nothing? And this was all for a television show!?]
Wait, creepy voice! Come back! [Of course, it won't answer again so the first thing Vash does is get to those files and start reading everything he can.]
Broadcast For All
[It doesn't take very long for Vash to read up on how the broadcast system works. Once he's done reading through the files he decides it's worth testing.]
Hello? Does this thing really work? Ahhh... hello? Oh, man! I really should have thought of something to say first. My name's Vash! Hello! So, ah, space - hahaha. That's pretty weird. So, I haven't ever heard of this drift thing before. Has anyone heard of it?
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SS Three Twins | action/network
Rather than leave the room she awoke within, she hides in the corner of the bunk. She clutches her knees close to her chest and tries to make herself as small as possible. The last thing she remembers is being in the woods. Hunting. Spending the morning attempting to forget the tragedies and pains in her life. But her bow's gone. So is her quiver. She's defenseless and trapped.
Katniss allows the overwhelming fear to eat at her for a few minutes more before she steals her gaze. She looks up towards the nearest wall where she presumes there's a camera, something recording them. She didn't miss what the disembodied voice said. There's an audience. There has to be someone watching.
In a cold voice, she states plainly:]
I'm done with games.
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Take it easy. You aren't by yourself.
action!
action
SS Blue Fish | Action & Network
Finding herself seated in a quiet corner, with a voice piped through echoing, metal hallways doesn't seem so different than leaning in a forest and settled on an apartment stoop.
The niche is its own kind of nice, familiar even, and Del hums a little to keep herself company.]
Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...
[Over and over and over]
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network;
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Network
Network
SS Pathstone: Action and Network
Or for them to murder one another. Whichever came first. And so, he can be seen wandering the ship, peering into doorways, surprised to find he doesn't recognise...anyone. Certainly, the castle's population was getting smaller, as of late, but he didn't think it had gotten THIS bad. Eventually, he makes it to his communications room, and the knowledge to use it is, by and large THERE. He shudders, it's just like Hell does it, and it does nothing to better his mood.]
Great. More bollocks to deal with.
Network
Given the lack of little paper journals, I think it's safe to say I'm not on the good ship Paradisa any more. Always wondered what would happen when the castle dumped us out, and now I know. Space.
Exciting.
[His tone is dripping in cynicism. This is not exciting. Not even a little bit. Though, it's better than being TOO exciting, he supposes.]
Don't suppose anyone has found the bar in this place, yet?
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You're as perky as ever.
forever!!!
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SS Bloodsport | Action & Network
[Michael tends to see most things coming. It's a not at all minor consequence of being a divine agent. And accordingly, as he'd been reluctantly fading away from mortal existence while looking up at the Sears towers, he'd been expecting to find himself back in the heavenly realm. He hadn't been looking forward to that - not that Heaven was a bad place to be, but it was lot less interesting than Earth.
So, finding himself in a spaceship was...surprising. Well, he assumes it's a spaceship. All Michael sees is the corner of his room. He registers the greeting announcement, groans, and decides he needs a few more hours of sleep.
Anyone passing by will find a door, printed simply with the name MICHAEL, open just enough to let out the low rumble of snoring. A peek inside will reveal only what looks to be a man, brown trenchcoat covering most of his body, standing up with his face against the wall as he slumbers.
He'll move later]
NETWORK
[Sometime later, the more refreshed angel has been playing with his communicator. He's never seen anything like it, but for some reason he operates it with only a minor amount of fumbling, eventually clicking on the video feed, because why not? His wild-haired, smiling face appears in view]
Well, isn't this something? Space! [He sounds absurdly cheerful for someone in this situation, amused by the novelty of it now that he's had time to adjust]
Never thought I'd see the day. [Humans have talked about going to space for centuries, but last he remembered the best they'd accomplished was mere science fiction. He always thought it was kind of cute, like people trying to reach up to god. More power to 'em.]
[He idly pats his pockets as he speaks and finally there is a shade of a frown on his face] Who took my smokes?
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Oh, hey! It's the snoring guy.
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