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[parricida]

Who: Elim Garak and YOU
Broadcast: Network wide at first; to the Red Fish ship afterwards
Action: In his room
When: December 28th

[A wholly pleasant smile appears on the network. While the face it's attached to is . . . reptilian, to say the least, at least the smile is friendly. Prominent ridges outline Garak's cheekbones and where a human's eyebrows would be; his black hair is neatly combed back from his face.]

I wonder . . . while the planet below is quite charming, I find myself rather disliking the temperature. And while I can amuse myself with embroidery, I find myself wanting nothing more than a good book. Do any of you have recommendations? I'm somewhat familiar with Terran literature; a friend of mine even says I have a favorite genre: realistic fiction, if that's any help.

My sincerest gratitude to any who might help.

[A beat. He cuts off the feed and adds to the members of the Red Fish:]

Coil. Might I ask you to stop by when you've a spare moment?

(no subject)

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Robin-ish
Broadcast: Crew only (plus a private convo, plus any nosy Comms people...)
Action: Bloodsport crew can use this for action mingling if y'all want!
When: About a day after the last shuffle...

[how are you doing on this fine day, Bloodsport? at a reasonable hour, Robin picks up his communicator and opens a line to the whole ship... speaking in that friendly, charismatic tone of his.]

Good afternoon everyone, this is your captain speaking. It looks like we've taken on some new passengers, as well as a whole room that wasn't here yesterday, so... I'd like to officially welcome our new crew onto the Bloodsport. The line is open, so please, feel free to introduce yourself and get to know each other. We look forward to having you on board.

[and then, with only the slightest change towards a more somber tone--]

For those that knew her, I am also sorry to say that Rin is no longer on our ship roster. There's a small possibility that she's merely been transferred and has yet to return contact, but I don't want to keep anyone in the dark.

[there, that's over. he returns to something perfectly casual.]

I'm going to be off-ship for a day or so, while we're still planet-side. If anyone has any questions or concerns in the meantime, you're welcome to contact me privately and I'll return the message when I get the chance. My personal frequency is... [frequency number here!] After that, you are more than welcome to speak with me in person.

[a short laugh.] No one is allowed to break the ship until I get back, all right? That will be all, thank you.

[he ends the transmission, leans back in his chair... time for one more thing, before he leaves.]

( Private channel to Tek... )

video ♪ well fuck this

[merchantprince]

Who: Varric
Broadcast: Open a/v on the network.
Action: Anyone on the Marsiva, since he hasn't been shuffled yet.
When: Dec 29th, or so.

[video;]

[The feed, quite frankly, is crap. The communicator's been bumped on midsentence and appears to be capturing video of an empty bunk.]

—e's ass! Where is Bianca?

[There is some mad shuffling offscreen. A door opens, then closes. The shuffling returns, and this time, there is... chest hair? Chest hair. Sorry. He picks up the communicator, examing it and turning it in his hands, and then finally looking straight into the camera.]

I may be the most desirable dwarf in all of Kirkwall, but that doesn't give anyone free pass to kidnap me twice in a row. Come out of hiding, hand over the crossbow, and maybe I'll feel generous enough not to shoot someone in the face on the way out. Maybe.

[His brows knit together. He leans back and rubs at his temple.]

Maker's breath... my head feels like it's full of cotton. Cotton and shit I've never seen before.

and it burns burns burns, the ring of fire

[got_it_memorized]

Who: Axel and anyone on Bloodsport and Tourist
Broadcast: Seemingly anonymous text to everyone on Bloodsport
Action: Anyone on Tourist
When: Tuesday, 30December, late morning

Broadcast
[Axel had spent a little time toying with the computers in Castle Oblivion, but the communications augment this place gave him is coming in really handy now. He spent about fifteen minutes messing with functions and filters and poked through the rosters to figure out which ship Riku was on--he never should have said Axel wouldn't be able to bug him from a whole other ship, because so help him, he's going to bug the crap out of him now. He was going to send a slew of annoying text messages to just Riku, but it'd be more fun to be obnoxious at his entire crew, right? Setting the filter for anyone onboard the Bloodsport, Axel decides that he might as well be educational while he's being insufferable. All texts appear to come from an anonymous source.]

Fire Facts! Everything you ever wanted to know about fire and never thought to ask! A candle flame burns at approximately 1800 degrees Fahrenheit, or 1000 degrees Celsius.


( Action for anyone onboard the Tourist )