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[mortalcoil]

Who: The new weirdo on the Marsiva
Broadcast: Network-- fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marisva!
When: Oct. 22, nighttime

→ [network - audio, then video, and then text]

[at first, there's just the sound of someone fiddling with the buttons on some network station. technology is difficult, okay.

then, the camera turns on, and everyone watching will be treated to the sight of a raggedy, scarred-up teenager blinking in surprise at the screen. or... maybe it's not technically considered blinking, because he only has one eye.

he frowns hard when he realizes that he's turned the video on. that's not what he was aiming for. a second later, the video cuts off... and several seconds after that, a text transmission is sent out.]

hello.


→ [action - aboard the Marsiva]

[for anyone awake this late on the Marsiva--or awoken by the sound of someone angrily messing around with the buttons at a nearby network station--they can find this guy failing at technology.

I'm sure he's very friendly. you should say hi.]

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[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd

ACTION;

[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.

Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.

Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]

Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!

NETWORK;

[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]

'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.

[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]

Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.



1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.