[mostly closed/Windrose pseudomingle!]

[tothefly]

Who: Natasha and Mal
Broadcast: Very much nope
Action: SS Windrose, cargo bay
When: right this second

[[If you're a crewmember on the Windrose, come on in and watch Mal hate Natasha, herself, and all of you by turns!]]


Natasha never forgot the steps. She still practices, though it's more out of habit and a sense of zen than any nostalgia for performing. The Bolshoi was so long ago it's practically a dream, though the smell of sawdust and wax still summon the opening echoes of Tchaikovsky and adrenaline.

The cargo bay of the Windrose smells faintly of oil and socks, a poor substitute for a stage, but it's good enough for what they're doing now. On the floor, legs spread in a split as she stretches, she waits for her newest student to show.

Voice

[wilder]

Who: Kaneis Major
Broadcast: Voice, all fleet.
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: This week!

[What's this? An actual transmission from Kaneis? It's on voice only, and guess what- he sounds as apathetic as ever.]

Hey, I don't want to alarm anyone, but I was looking at the scans earlier while trying not to crash into these space rocks- asteroids? Whatever.

Anyway, you remember those guys that tried to kill us about two months ago? The guys that kicked the living crap outta us? Those guys? Yeah, I think they're back again. At least, that's what the scanner says, it's hard to really get a good read.

[He gives a yawn] Yeah. Just thought someone would like to know.

file 003

[proudlywehailed]

Who: Commander
Broadcast: Fleetwide video!
Action: SS Golden!
When: 6/6


[lo and behold, we have video!

[commander is, for once, not in his gear. though he's in a simple t-shirt, he's holding the camera with his metal arm, making it hard to see it. you might be able to catch a glimpse of shine where his shoulder closest to the camera almost comes into view, but that's it.]

So I've talked to a few of you about doing some physical training and learning how to defend yourself. If you wanna come test it out, head on over to the Golden. I'll meet you in the cargo hold, and we can see what you're made of.