Open Action: Fleet Wide

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and anyone who isn't fast enough to get away
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Any ship, though he won't venture onto the Three Twins or Tourist still. He will park next to them, now!
When: First half of the month?


[Cole does this thing. He does this thing where he goes everywhere and sticks his large nose into everything and meets people. He hasn't done it for a while, so clearly, it's time again.

The Pathstone comes in next to a ship, docks and then they spend a while there. There's no pattern to which ship it is. But he'll bring them around to your ship eventually.]

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[misterprongs]

Who: James Potter (the great and magnifcent).
Broadcast: Fleetwide, from the Marsiva.
Action: Anybody on board the Marsiva!
When: Evening, 9/3.

[James is a tad bit irritated.

For one, he's in space, on a spaceship, something he didn't realize was possible until about fifteen minutes ago. Waking up in a strange location is terrifying enough, but waking up in a strange impossible location is worse. He wandered around a bit, trying to find his friends, his professors, his bloody castle.

That had all been in vain, so have one [1] James Potter, with ridiculously tousled hair, Hogwarts robes, round glasses, and a remarkably unflappable tone.]

Bit of a ridiculous stretch for a beginning of the year prank, yeah?

[He almost sounds hopeful, but James isn't stupid, and he at least has the common decency to avoid the stupid questions ("How are we not suffocating in space?" "How can I fly this thing?"), instead focusing on the completely asinine.]

I hope one of you is open to forging a letter of absence to a one Professor Minerva McGonagall. Make sure it includes that it is definitely not James Potter's fault -- quote that bit -- and that I valiantly resisted any attempted kidnappings with bravery.

[Sounds right.]

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[deshabille]

Who: Maladicta & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: if you want!! she's on the caprine!!!
When: rite meow, since this is a thing we say now

I believe Sergeant Polly Perks has left the Fleet.

[There is a brief pause here, less to signify anything like grief or sorrow and more to allow space for a subject change.]

I probably should have brought this up earlier, but in the interests of being fully prepared for all eventualities - what technologies or techniques are used in the future to revitalize dead land? I'm assuming even in space you have to feed people.

. . . I'd ask if there's a way to replicate these bizarre cubes outside of the Fleet, but I don't think the people of Borogravia would put up with a diet that didn't consist of 50% potatoes.

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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Thursday afternoon

[video;]

[The feed opens with a glorious shot of a gold-embroidered scarlet tunic-- a nice, slow pan across the gently furred planes of a man's chest, the brassy necklace resting across his collarbone, the dip of his throat--

-- and then he punches the camera upward.]

Ha ha, all right, you've had your fill. Stubborn metal piece of shit. [Varric looks none-too-amused.] Just tell me who took all my wine and maybe, maybe I won't tear the walls down.

[He leans back and rubs at his face. While he's usually pretty sharp and charismatic, right now there's a glimpse of how tired he is.]

Something tells me I'm gonna need it after you all tell me what happened while I was--

[A pause. He glances offscreen, takes in the sight of the stars and the hospitality deck of the Marsiva. Kidnapped three times? Really? What the hell is his life?]

-- somewhere else.