Knock Knock, Anybody Home?

[peacockherald]

Who: Vanyel + Tourist Crew + Anyone
Broadcast: VRD, yes
Action: S.S. Tourist + Station/VRD
When: After the shuffle for the Tourist, anytime after shuffle for station/VRD

( Anyone Home? - Tourist Crew )

( Station )

( VRD - Large & Small | Broadcast )

(no subject)

[ino]

Who: Ino and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Station, Three Twins
When: Today!

[ Hello Droot Floot! Have a tiny blonde sitting in her captain's chair to make this little announcement/PSA/proposition of sorts. When she speaks up, her tone is friendly, but formal, in its own way. ]

Hi everybody! Ino, captain of the SS Three Twins, if we haven't met already.

[ Not, you know, that Aaron loser who was pretending to be her awhile ago. Gosh. B( ]

--Just a few things ... !

First of all, it seems like everyone is making decent headway on repairs, but is there anyone who's in dire need of some parts that hasn't gotten them yet? Let me know, I'll see what I can do about getting something sent your way.

Secondly ... well, I know not all of you were here for it when it happened, but the reason we're stuck on this little station and not somewhere cooler is because we were attacked by some sort of enemy forces. Nobody was hurt too badly, but the ships themselves weren't so lucky. Unfortunately we're still pretty in the dark about who they were or what the point of the whole thing was, but that doesn't mean we can't do anything about it!

That being said, there are two important things we need to work on. The first being making sure everyone on every ship at least has a little bit of experience with every possible augment. Between your crews you guys should be able to teach each other the basics! And, of course, if you're missing some and don't know who to look to for information, let me know, or ask around. Or, if you happen to have one of the rarer augments, feel free to volunteer here! After all, knowing what to do in a situation of distress is crucial!

And the other thing being, we really need to work on, you know, our actual plans in case we get attacked again. Teamwork, strategy, that sort of thing. Once all the ships are up in the air again I think it'd be a good idea to run some practice formations and stuff like that, so we can easily communicate what needs to be done to get out of a situation like that safely if it happens again. Since, you know, there's a pretty good chance it might!

Any thoughts? Other captains? Other people? Of course, my crew doesn't really get a choice.

[ She grins. Sorry, Three Twins! ]

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[noctiphile]

Who: Mattias Larnaca
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: general waystation area?? vague hand gestures
When: April 22nd

[Lo and behold: Mattias fretting on a bench. It's not an obvious sort of motion, restricted to subtle shifts and twitching fingers, but it's noticeable enough to matter. He's hunched over the comm and what little the background shows is unrevealing. The corner of a building here, the awning of a kiosk there, everything unspecific.]

It's been quite a month, hasn't it? What with the attacks... [he drifts off, never very good with small talk. One of the many gifts he lacks.] It's been good to watch all the repairs. People working together... [Wow, he sure does suck at this. He chews his lip, glancing around as if looking for help. Nope. Nothing. Maybe he'll just get to the point.]

Still, tensions must be running high. Stress and such. Always have a way of sinking in. I've my own, of course. My ship fared poorly in the attacks and that—[He glances away, head sinking slightly.]—it's been the lesser of many events. I don't mean to complain but the effects are starting to wear. My usual methods aren't working. Reading—I just can't seem to concentrate and beyond that... Well. I've little else.

[He sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. It messes it up a bit, but he's careful to smooth it back down.] It feels inappropriate to ask something so selfish but I'm at a loss. And there are a great many things that all of you know... [That I don't is heavily implied. He glances away, switching the comm to one hand so he can properly wring his wrist.] So, I was wondering—how do you cope? With... all of this. It doesn't have to be personal just. Just simple things. Like... jumping off a building. [Immediately, he scrunches his eyes closed.] —Bad example. But, you know what I mean.

[Fiddling nervously, he searches for something else to say, finds nothing, and cuts the feed. ]