Video

[sizzle]

Who: Zuko
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now

[ When the video starts up the face on the screen sure doesn't look happy, but then again it so rarely does. ]

I've been here long enough to have gotten my bearings, so I won't waste time with that. Right now there's only one thing I want to know, and I refuse to believe no one can answer that for me.

[ His jaw sets. And he does his best to make sure it looks like he's standing up straight and means business here. Even over video he wants to come across as having a certain air of "no nonsense allowed". ]

I'll keep it short. Tell me who or what is Atroma, and where can I find them.

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[deshabille]

Who: Mal & YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Cargo bay of the SS Caprine.
When: Friday all day!

I woke up this morning [from hanging upside down, as one does] and thought: what haven't I done since I got here?

[A pause for effect.]

Well, I'll tell you. I haven't gotten into any good fights. And I think that ought to change.

The cargo bay of the Caprine's open for sparring all day. Come on if you think you're hard enough.

third labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video!
Action: Starstruck, if you want.
When: Today-ish?

[Today Felix prepares to do something that has the ring of familiarity to it for him, and anyone else who had once known him in Paradisa. The setting is different, of course, but old habit die incredibly hard, and he craves a little bit of what once was. Something that can distract him. He sets up the device on the kitchen table and reclines back against the wall.]

Greetings, fleet members. [He smiles, a bright thing reminiscent of politicians and celebrities]

I happen to know there is a good number among us here that practice magic or exhibit a talent reminiscent as such, and that many more of us still are deprived the company of our peers back home.

Before I came here, I organized a group of magic-users and thought the fleet could benefit from something similar. We had wider goals at the time, but I think here it will be far more about simply getting to know one another. [Though, if he isn't kidding himself, most of what they did was get together and drink] Perhaps there are things we can learn from each other, or perhaps it can simply serve as a source of solidarity.

If no one would be opposed, I'd like to organize more regular meetings, hosted in the Bishop's library to start, assuming our librarian wouldn't be opposed. Though, in the long run, I'd prefer to convert a space specifically for our use. The Starstruck's cargo hold, if nothing else. We aren't using it for anything else. [He briefly longs for the castle, and imagines a comfortable space full of chairs, rugs, and bookshelves.]

In the meantime, I'd like to know who might be interested in such a thing and to meet any of you with such talents that I haven't yet had the pleasure to speak to. [Which is probably half the fleet by now, but he's a patient man, when he wants to be]

((ooc: this is an organizing post for future possible mage mingle club that will probably happen later in the month.))

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[dragonflight]

Who: Wrathion; perhaps you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Three Twins, if you want to find him steepling his fingers somewhere and grinning too much
When: N-n-now

[Wrathion can't say he's exactly settled in yet. He's been assigned a ship; he has a position; he's met some people. He's learned a little--some of it interesting (so many different kinds of people already), some of it repellent (some of these kinds ought to wear a little more clothing), some of it merely filed away for later examination. Then there was Belthazar. Not trusting, no, but desperate. The best kind of person to help.

Wrathion's sitting at some table on his ship, looking into the camera, his smile as cheerful and full of teeth as always. Of all the experiences he's had in his short time here, one does stand out as particularly interesting.

That warning.]

My friends.

[Because we're all friends, right? Right.]

A little bird told me something fascinating. He warned me right off the bat about the current population of this Fleet.

In fact--

[Wrathion leans forward, his smile only widening.]

-- he implied quite directly that the lot of you were bloodthirsty murderers. Tell me, is this so? Am I among a congregation of fierce warriors? Of people prepared to kill at a moment's notice--no matter the target?

I should very much like to know.