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[amarant]

Who: skullkid! er. emblica.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: one fish, two fish, red fish, b-- no, it's just the red fish. or the neat little planet we're on.
When: early evening.

[ Actually, use of the term "skullkid" was not exactly correct for once, since she's not wearing it today. Who is this normal kid hanging around the SS Red Fish? Or hanging around the shops here.

Eh, she must be new. ]

2 feathers ✞ action + accidental video

[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Video (Bloodsport crew only)
Action: On the planet
When: Tonight!

[It's another night and the party continues in one of the city's parks not all that far from where ships and/or shuttles are parked. There's music and laughter and all that good stuff, contrasting pretty heavily with the soot-stained atmosphere.

Michael is there enjoying the joyful company of the fascinatingly friendly locals, who he's more than happy to let shower him free food and drinks and, best of all, company. Not that he has anything against his crew, but they're kind of a serious bunch.

Speaking of which, those on the Pathstone might be treated to a slightly blurry image of the angel, his arms over the shoulders of two reasonably attractive native ladies as he dances in step with them. There's a decent crowd around them, clapping and smiling smiles that cracks their facepaint. Clearly he must have put his communicator down and something and one of the locals turned it on, but Michael doesn't look like he's going to notice any time soon.

Of course, anyone is welcome to stumble onto this.]

001

[alwayscomeback]

Who: Sokka and you?
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: Mid afternoon, 28th!

[Sokka has been through quite a few perturbing experiences in his short life. These experience doubled exponentially after meeting Aang, which he suspected was just part and parcel of being Team Avatar. Past Avatar friends probably had to deal with giant sea serpents, people who could blow you up with their mind, and worst of all hippies. Waking up in space is definitely up there in his 'perturbing experiences' list. It's a solid second, right between the hippies and the creepy ghost swamp.

The last thing he remembers is falling off the airship with Toph. He'd managed to keep hold of her, keep her from falling to a grizzly death, and lost his boomerang and sword in the process. Then the army aboard the ship had surrounded them and then....what? He frowns, glancing down at the broken leg that's no longer broken, and then around him at these exceptionally strange surroundings. Almost nothing here rings even a touch of familiarity to him, as he carefully walks around, wishing he'd had the presence of mind to take more than two weapons on board a war ship with him.

There's only one explanation he can come to, only one that makes absolute sense. His communicator buzzes, alive and unnoticed in a corner, recording him as he looks skyward, raising his hands up.]

Okay, I get that I'm probably dead and you guys have got a lot of crazy spirit world shenanigans to get up to, but I'm kind of in the middle of saving the world so if we could reschedule that'd be great.

[He pauses, waiting for a reply. He has to admit, this isn't like the hazy memories of the last time he was dragged into the spirit world, and panic is starting to creep into his tone.]

This isn't about what happened with the owl is it? Because he started it. You ask anyone and they'll back me up! Hello?

[At even more silence, he throws himself into full on panic mode.]

PLEASE DON'T KEEP ME HERE, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT BATHROOMS AGAIN!!!!!!!!