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[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Personal comm - Bloodsport
Action: Bloodsport's shuttle
When: Let's say...Oct 9th, afternoon

[The idea has been sitting in Michael's brain since he brought it up to Zoe on the network. He didn't posses her same academic curiosity, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit fascinated. He'd never seen a spaceship before, but his view of them so far had only been the cramped interior of the Bloodsport and the distance exterior of the mysterious Marsiva. But after a few days, the archangel craved movement.

Time for an adventure.

He heads to the shuttle, opens the hatch, and then turns on his communicator.]

Hey! I'm gonna take a little tour. Maybe go say hello to our hostess. Last one into the shuttle's a rotten egg.

[And with that, he shuts it off with a manic grin. That's all the warning you're gonna get, crewmates.

No worries, though. Once he peeks his head into the craft he realizes quickly that a normally oriented chair presents some logistical issues for an angel. After a minute of frowning, he sighs and twitches off the trenchcoat that normally covers his wings.

Anyone who arrives will find probably find him like that, attempting to arrange said appendages so he can sit in the pilot seat. Mind the feathers.]

Good morning!

[thespaceopera]

[Sometime during what the ships' clocks claim as Friday morning, a peppy musical jingle rings out through the speakers all over the ship. It is soon followed by a female voice that should be familiar to most by now]

Good morning, dear passengers! I hope you are all doing well and listening closely, because our broadcast serves two very important functions today!

Firstly, this is the Twelfth Cycle's very first Drift Fleet Shuffle! ...For those of you who don't know, the Shuffle occurs every week, and it's where we all say hello to new faces, goodbye to old friends, and find out how the crews have changed!

This week, we are welcoming four new passengers into the flock, so please keep an eye out for any unfamiliar faces being beamed into your cargo holds, and give them a warm welcome. Other than that, it seems that no one has filed to rearrange their crews-- isn't that wonderful? I'm so glad you're all getting along!

There have been changes in rank however, so I would like to heartily congratulate the Twelfth Cycle's first round of captains on obtaining their illustrious new titles!

We applaud you, Captain Rogers, Captain Harvey, Captain Hange, Captain Stark, Captain Crowley, Captain Kouzuki, Captain Cress, Captain Ichimaru, Captain Redbreast, and Captain... [a bit of a pause] ...Stampede?

[and yes... that might be the sound of applause in the very distant background]

And now, with the Shuffle out of the way, we can move onto what we've all really been waiting for-- the fleet's arrival in our first system! Starting today, the fleet will be moving into range of some outer way-stations, so be sure to visit them to refuel and stretch your legs. The way-stations in this area aren't much to look at, but still good for curing cabin fever, socializing, and doing a little shopping. We will also be coming into range of our first planet, but that won't be until later on in the month... so, don't worry about it now! You'll be hearing more about it later.

For now, just relax and enjoy yourselves! Remember, the worlds are watching!


ooc: feel free to reply here with reactions if you'd like! for details on both the shuffle and the new system, please see the ooc posts. also, head to the ooc post if you have any questions or corrections!
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→ shuffle - ooc post
→ system info - ooc post

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[nevermor]

Who: Phoebus' Crow, anyone else.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: Way-station
When: ...Now?? Oct 10th.

[ It's about time. Pheobus' Crow isn't generally one to feel at all claustrophobic but between the strange hair-changing girl and the captain wannabe (though now he supposes he actually is captain, of all the misfortune) he's more than ready to spread his wings and work out the irritable little kinks that have been starting to build in the back of his mind.

The moment they're docked and the main doors open, Crow is gone from the ship and takes to the air. While the mall strip-like areas remain oddly bare and unwelcoming there's at least plenty of room for him to spread his wings and ample space to perch. The courtyard looks nice and all that, but something about having the vacuum of space above his head isn't quite so comforting as an actual roof.

So if you happen to be making your way through the outer ring of the way-station you might just hear the sound of a crow, cawing. Or maybe you're just crazy. Birds in space? Pshaw. ]

His worst nightmare

[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash the Stampede
Broadcast: Nextwork, video
Action: Kitchen of SS Three Twins
When: Afternoon on the 10th

[There is a mess of protein smashed together in front of him on the table. When the video turns on there's a rather bedraggled and stressed out Vash. Dark circles under his eyes and the rare frown on his face.]

Please! For the love of everything pure in the world! TELL ME SOMEONE HERE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE DONUTS OUT OF THIS STUFF!

[Action for SS Three Twins]

[Vash will be trying to search down his crew mates after his short cry over the network. He has a question for each of them.]

So, apparently we need to pick a captain? You want the job? [Because he doesn't. He thinks he'd be bad at it, but he will if everyone else is adamant about not taking it.]

001. ☾ Have you seen our slutty beanie baby? { Network / Video }

[proteusmoon]

Who: Cecil Harvey and you!
Broadcast: Network video, open to all
Action: N/A
When: Oct. 10th (permanent posting)

[ A new video post has been made to the network and it's actually labeled as "URGENT!" in hopes of baiting a majority of people into viewing it. When the video begins, viewers are treated to the sight of the S.S. Wonderduck's modest little armory and a young woman in a charcoal flex armor suit standing before a cage of what could be recognized as various weaponry, though it's likely that any of the fleet has seen things like these objects before. The woman herself might also be a peculiar thing to look at, with silver-white hair and a practically unnaturally fair complexion. Still, she has a kind and trustworthy face, and she speaks with calm, authoritative evenness that just manages not to sound cold at the same time. ]

Good day, fleet. My name is Cecil Harvey. I've been outfitted it seems with some sort of arms augment and, as you've probably heard by now, I've been named captain of the S.S. Wonderduck as well. I have a few requests and propositions to make to all of you.

It seems that many of us are fortunate enough to have old friends and past acquaintances among the fleet, but I think it's safe to say that in spite of this, most of us are not especially comforted. I know everyone is frightened, angry, confused... and as I am one of the few with experience to a setting such as this, I know that adapting to deep space can be difficult, especially on the human body and psyche.

My friends and I, scattered amongst the ships that make up the fleet as we are, can't help but be worried that perhaps there are other friends of ours out there, having trouble adjusting, and I'm sure a lot of you are in the same situation.

Therefore, I propose that-- I encourage all personnel to make use of this post to search for their own loved ones and to help each other find theirs as well, so that we may, as a whole, work together towards keeping everyone safe and healthy. Simply because we are split up into smaller groups does not mean we cannot cooperate or that we must remain detached from each other.

In that same vein, Captain Zoe Hange of the S.S. Red Fish and I have spoken in a casual manner about attempting to pool our resources. Obviously, we all have our advantages and we are all lacking in other areas. For example, my crew does not have official medical personnel, but we do have an official pilot.

I've been doing some digging around the network and it seems that if we look deep enough, we can in fact access a roster of the fleet's ships and personnel. Though useful, that does not exactly tell us what each crew member is capable of outside of our Atroma-given abilities, so, I'm asking for volunteers who would like to offer their services in whatever it is they excel at in case of an emergency. My fellow captains, I'm looking to you to motivate your own crews and discuss with them their comfort levels about this, if they do not come forward themselves and you believe they would be a boon to the fleet.

But please, remember-- do not force anyone against their will to participate.

Thank you for your time and all of your help.

[ And the message ends. ]


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