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[catamite]

Who: Nel and the network, also a ship mingle!
Broadcast: Video to the whole network
Action: SS Three Twins
When: Anytime early in the week

→ Video
[it has taken him months, but Nel is finally getting brave enough to really use the network. the fact that he mysteriously knows how the whole thing works, and the fact that it might come with some sort of responsibility still terrifies him... but he's at least getting used to the feeling.

so, sometime in the late morning, there's a scruffy little guy with piercings and pointy ears smiling over the network. a little awkward, but he's trying--putting on his best charming smile for the camera.]

Hi, um... everybody, I guess. My name is Nel, and I'm on the... [give him a sec] ...Three Twins? Which, I think is a weird name, but. Whatever. Also, I guess I know about, like... communication stuff, so there's that.

And I haven't said anything on this thing yet, so... I guess that's what this is! So... yeah. ...Hi.


→ Action; SS Three Twins
[so far, the elf has done a good job of sleeping a lot, slinking in and out of the ship without bothering anyone, and generally trying to make himself as invisible and unobtrusive as possible. it's an old, bad habit. and it's only now that he's starting to feel okay with the world enough to relax a little.

which means he's actually lazing around at the comm station today, leaving his nervous little message on the network and surfing around through files and old recordings. just spacing out, looking like he's just rolled out of bed...

and also not wearing any pants.

he's got some absolutely enormous t-shirt on from who-knows-where, but that makes it hard to tell if he's wearing anything else at all. there's definitely no pair of pants, though. that much is certain. and he doesn't seem to notice.]

(ooc: also this is totally a SS Three Twins mingle post, so make your own threads if you want to as well!)

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[idealistic]

Who: SS Wonderfuckdickduck
Broadcast: most likely N/A
Action: the Wonderduck, way-stations, snow planet, whatever
When: umm NOW??

[ casually jumps onto the bandwagon IT'S A SHIP MINGLE YOU GUYS. let's welcome our new captain Wonderduck style ]

3 feathers ✞ action

[parkinglotangel]

Who: Michael and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Snow planet AND SS Bloodsport
When: Todayish

Planet ---

[It's late afternoon when what might be an unusual sight appears on the outskirts of town. One of those elk-drawn carts glides over the ice carrying a cargo of one small pine tree, a pair of cardboard boxes full of various items but, by the rattling sounds, appears to be mostly glass bottles, and one trechcoat-wearing angel. He sits at the head of cart, just behind the elk, his feet up on the supports of the treads and grinning as the native, who he's either charmed or bribed into this task, drives the whole outfit from behind. They're not going all that fast, but any slight bump or slide elicits a childish 'weeeeeee' from the angel, with hands thrown in the air.]

Later, the SS Bloodsport

[Michael bids his driver goodbye outside the ship and proceeds to haul the goods in himself. The boxes go in first, followed by the tree, which proceeds to shed snow and pine needles all over the floor of the cargo hold. Some wrestling with the plant later, and he's got the thing upright and proceeds to the next step - sitting down for a smoke while he works on the decorations.

Since funds are tight, though, Michael has to get creative. Those empty bottles turn out to be makeshift ornaments, along with bows of ratty red ribbon. A roll of cellophane makes for a questionable approximation for garland. At least he managed to dig up a strand of multicolored lights somewhere.

Merry christmas, Bloodsport, such as it is.[]

((ooc: feel free to interrupt him at any point in this process, if you'd like to help, or come in after he's done. Feel free to use this as a mingle as well))