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[ino]

Who: Ino
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Three Twins
When: Morning, March 20th

[ She's waving into the camera with a little smile ]

Hey everybody! I just had a great idea this morning and thought maybe everyone would like to help me practice?

Anyways, my family runs a flower shop, so I'm pretty good at making arrangements and stuff like that. And the ships could really use some kind of, I don't know, organic decor, you know?

The plant life here is a bit limited, so there's only so much to work with, but --

[ She turns the camera to face a table in the Three Twins, which now proudly features something like this ]

Here's an example, I just kinda threw this one together now. Let me know if you want one! No charge or anything, I just need the practice. I've been getting super rusty!

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[kyasdaughter]

Who: Katara and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video.
Action: On the Marsiva.
When: March 20th.

[ the bunk itself might be unfamiliar, but waking in an unfamiliar place isn't - not with as much time as she'd spent trying to manage herself in paradisa, at least. she frowns a little, trying to make sense of the new knowledge she has access to.

ugh.

she swings her legs over the edge of the bunk, grabbing at her communicator and squinting a little at the screen. her memories felt foggy, and nothing about that was pleasant. ]

Hello? Um - it's Katara. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that the Castle's behind this?

[ she sounds vaguely hopeful, but- no, katara, no. you are blaming the wrong jamjar. please try again. ]

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[justamobster]

Who: Ladon Ceto and you~
Broadcast: Fleet-wide audio
Action: Marsiva
When: 3/20

[ There's a long suffering sigh. After a moment, a few clicks of a lighter and what sounds like an inhale. Ladon's just woken up in a strange place and while that's certainly not the oddest thing that has happened to him, it's still a bit on the unsettling side. And that sure as hell calls for a smoke. ]

S'better than fallin' outta the fuckin' rift again, I guess.

[ His head's fuzzy. How long ago had that been? Years, it seems. But at the same time, he can't remember much in between. There was Sacrosanct and now there's... this. But he's older, he can feel it deep down. ]

Gonna guess this ain't connected to the station's network, seein' as my wearable don't work. No crazy blue dames runnin' this joint, I'm hopin'?

Action:

[ For anyone wandering about the Hospitality Deck, Ladon can be found in the viewing bay, staring out into the void of space and smoking what isn't his first and likely not his last cigarette. He's bundled up in his long, wool coat and is wearing his signature hat regardless of the temperature inside the Deck. The look on his face is something akin to resignation. Gone is the alarm he once felt for waking up in a strange place and being surrounded by blinking lights and smooth metal surfaces. Not that he doesn't hate it any more than he did before, but at least he'd gotten comfortable on Sacrosanct... Or as comfortable as one could get there.

Now he had to start all over, and that was just about as ridiculous as being stuck in space yet again. ]