video!

[pain_train]

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: To everyone!
Action: On the Windrose or the Iskaulit
When: Current

[On the broadcast, Wrath is a bit more sober than normal, which is to say not actively grinning. Her hands are smudged with ink; she rests her chin in one and gestures with the other.]

I've been thinking.

Back home in Proles, we have a thing called the Memorial of the Line. Or we just call it the Wall. It's in district 3, has this nice little park... but anyway, it's a big, long wall with all the names of the soldiers and civilians who died on the Line etched in to it.

I lost a lot of friends on the Line. So I like going there once a week. I take my kitten, we have ice cream, and we just... hang out with everyone.

People die and go away all the time. Hell... at least where I'm from, dying is better than going away, because you know nothing's going to hurt any more. But. That's not the point. It sucks, and it hurts to lose people, but all you can really do is keep on with the fight and stay positive, right?

So is there anything like a Wall here? I don't think people going away here is like... there isn't compliance here. And it's not like dying. But it still sucks and hurts and people feel sad. And it's good to remember everyone who was here, I think. Remembering things is... really important.

If we don't have a Wall, I think we should. We already have something for all the Nunnilis. There's still a lot of room on the Iskaulit and it's a ship for everyone. That way someone will always remember. They can take memories from you, but they can't take the things that are etched.

And I wouldn't mind taking care of it! I like doing stuff like that.

[Almost stops there. But... oh yeah!]

Even if people don't want a Wall, would anyone mind if I do a mural on one of the bulkhead walls in the Iskaulit? I found one that's just perfect and I have this awesome idea.

[Assuming there's no major objection, she's easy to find poking around in the Iskaulit, maybe prepping for some painting...

Otherwise, she's on the Windrose, doing her normal things.]

did somebody say mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: Throughout the month.

[ starters in comments, feel free to backdate/forward date anything. ]

First Hot Dog [Video]

[jamminshield]

Who: Steven Universe and You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

[Steven has some very mixed feelings about waking up in outer space. On one hand, it's space! He's so excited to be in outer space!

But that is dampened a bit by the conflicting feeling. The last time he was being taken to space, he was being captured and it was a Very Bad Thing.

The tiny child paces around uncertainly, trying to look for any sign of friend or foe. At least he doesn't seem to be in a prison cell this time. Maybe this isn't so bad?

When he finds the video feed, he'll prod at it uncertainly, while trying to be brave.]

Hey! Is anyone there?

Um... This is a nice spaceship! I really like it, and I always wanted to go on a space adventure. But I have important things going on back home, so it would be nice to save the space vacation for later!

[Then he frets a little more and looks around uncertainly.]

Un-unless I'm here 'cuz you're one of the guys that wants to do bad things on Earth. If that's it, then... Can we please just talk?

video ♟ first complaint

[noncriminal]

Who: Murphy and YOU
Broadcast: Open
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Early morning


[It's been a while since he's sent a wave on any kind of network like this, but it's not like it's hard to remember how.]

You know - being back on a spaceship, alright, fine.

[The face onscreen is of a wiry, annoyed teenager. He keeps carding his fingers through his dry, soft, clean hair; it's a feeling he's not used to and it's still novel. His eyes are rolled skyward as he considers the room, sketching around at the ceiling and searching for something before he regards the actual camera.]

Weird... cleansing rituals. Sewing my clothes. There was probably some feet stuff while I was out. Whatever. I guess I'm not here to judge your lame kinks as long as I get some grub out of it.

[He looks back up again, and ticks an irritated finger towards the roof above him.]

But if we're gonna keep playing this new age, virgin with denial and a saxophone jazz crap all day long? I'm gonna need a damn weapon back.

text; get this child out of his comfort zone

[huaaaaagh]

Who: Kazuto Kirigaya and [insert your name here]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today / Sept 4


[Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings is not new for Kazuto, but in the past it's been quite a different experience. It's not an MMO this time, which is what catches him off guard the most. He can tell immediately, even with a simple glance around- the world is too real, too detailed. (Just in case, he tests a few menu-summoning gestures, but no dice.)

Waking up in a hospital-eque area makes him think that something went wrong with his last MMO dive, but that isn't right. He clearly remembers being safe and healthy the night before- they'd checked him out at the hospital before he'd gone to Sinon's. So... what? A kidnapping? Some kind of experiment? Something about this place doesn't feel right, and there's information slowly filtering into his head that doesn't make much sense.

And then he goes and looks out a window. Yikes.

He spends some time wandering, quietly observing, though there isn't really anyone to observe- computers, broadcasts, machines, yes, but people? The place is pretty deserted. It's eerie and uncomfortable, and he gets totally lost before long. Finally, though, he puts to use the knowledge of the broadcast system that is inexplicably in his head now, typing out a message.]

Is anyone out there available to answer some questions? I don't understand what's happened to me.

[Yep, that sure is a message. Which... is probably gibberish to anyone who doesn't read Japanese. Someone should probably let him know about the auto-translate not working on text.]