The old switcheroo

[thespaceopera]

[another week has already gone by... and the generic little chime is back, pinging over every network station and personal communicator in the fleet. someone's familiar and charming voice begins to speak!]

Hel-lo, passengers! This is legendary interplanetary commentator Beau, filling in for Diamond again. Her vacation is going swimmingly, and she should be returning to us soon for your regular updates!

While she's been gone, we've been hard at work with a little... reorganizing! You may have noticed a number of familiar faces missing from our ranks, but don't worry--they're being expertly replaced. Out with the old, in with the new, as they say. And many of these fine ships are getting pretty crowded, so make sure you take them time to meet your neighbors! We all want full, functioning ships for the journey ahead.

Don't forget to take advantage of the technological wonders of this star system while we're here! It's a great way to relax, and take your minds off of... recent upsetting events.

And as always, dear passengers, remember: the worlds are watching!

[as usual, the line stays open... even after he stops talking. feel free to respond over the network, or play out your first interactions on your new ships!]

ooc post: → here

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[pompous_today]

Who: Simon Tam and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, the waystation, idk, you pick a place and we can make it work! This is a catchall for anyone who wants to get to know Simon, especially if you've threaded with River.
When: Through the rest of April

[Video]

[Simon smiles at the camera, before he clears his throat and addresses everyone.]

Ah- hello to members of the Drift Fleet, old and new. I'm Simon, the medical officer on the Bloodsport. It seems that my sister River has been going around and making lots of friends since she arrived here- I would like to speak to and get to know all of you in turn if you wish. I will be here on the Bloodsport and making housecalls elsewhere as needed.

[Action]

[Perhaps he's treating you on your ship. Maybe you visit him on the Bloodsport or run into him at the waystation the Fleet is currently docked in while he scrounges for food and medicine. No matter what, Simon wants to know the people his sister is bonding with. Why not say hello?]

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[proudlywehailed]

Who: Steve Rogers (Winter Soldier)
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden
When: Post-shuffle

[The scene opens on the face of a man who looks to be in his thirties at most, with a short, thick beard and buzzed blond hair. His blue eyes have an icy edge to them, despite being more curious than anything, and he speaks in a low tone.]

... I'm guessing I don't get a choice here. No exits, right?

[At least he seems to know for sure that he should be getting a response.]

02 - You will not grow astray

[innercactus]

Who: Asteffiel
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist (And anyone who wants to wander on?)
When: 4/19

[ Asteffiel has been moderately busy all day. In the morning, he's taken a large pot and a small one and has been boiling... chopped up leaves. He leaves them alone for the most part, but comes back with a wad of thread and what might be recognizable as a jumpsuit, boils them in the pots, and then vanishes into the medical bay again. What is he doing? Find out?


Or wait until later, when he sets the video up on a table, slightly obstructed by one of his potted plants. ]

I fixed it.

[ And here he holds up what might have been a jumpsuit. It's now dark green instead of charcoal, with a brighter purple embroidery in spine-y patterns. Might look like a plant's patterns. And it is also a short sleeved coat, instead of a jumpsuit. ]

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[pirasea]

Who: Isabela and everyone ever (or anyone who wants to talk to her, at least)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress, or Marsiva if you can catch her in the brief time before she's assigned her ship.
When: In the hours pre-shuffle and just post-shuffle

[When Isabela wakes up the first thing she does is check for daggers. Which are, of course, absent. She checks both her surroundings and her person.]

Shit.

[Unsurprisingly voicing her frustration doesn't help. There doesn't even seem to be anything she can use as a makeshift weapon. Cautiously, she bends down to retrieve a rather magnificent hat that seems to have fallen off while she was still out. She feels around in that too. Just in case. Any concealed weapons it might have held at one time are no longer there, however.

Is it even possible for her to look any more pissed off? Evidently so.]