Sep. 23rd, 2015

♖ 003.

Sep. 23rd, 2015 12:00 pm
summerschild: (♜ you're a taker devil's maker)
[personal profile] summerschild
Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Dusty Moon
When: 9/23

[Just a short broadcast, as this tiny wolf child makes some Serious Contemplations...]

What do you... What makes a person good, do you think? Is it something they can control?

[He can be found out by the stables, getting as close to the horses as he can in his chair, without rolling over their feet. He wishes so hard that he could just climb up and ride one - almost as much as he wishes he could shift into his wolf's skin, and run with the strange fox-dogs out in the desert sand. Today is not a very happy day.]
save_the_souls: (Crowley- chilling with the uncle)
[personal profile] save_the_souls
Who: Ino & Any Friends of Ino
Broadcast: None
Action: Iskaulit!
When: 9/23

[So it's Ino's birthday! Anyone who is on good terms with Ino would have received an invitation to attend a birthday party for her on the Iskaulit. I assure you, it was mostly Hiro's doing. Or anyone else involved with the party planning. ]

[Sure enough going to the appointed time and place will indeed lead you to a birthday party! There's a giant banner saying so and everything. Not only that but there's delicious food thanks to Belthazar, music, and other assorted party things.]

[In other words? ITS A MINGLE. Feel free to stop by, socialize, not socialize and hang awkwardly in a corner, gate crash, mooch food or anything else you can think of! ]

✞ 001

Sep. 23rd, 2015 04:07 pm
zekken: (✞ liberty rosario)
[personal profile] zekken
Who: Yuuki Konno and YOU?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Caprine
When: Backdated to 9/19 Shuffle

[ The broadcast begins, showing a teenage girl, white-skinned with a purplish tint (unlike what her inaccurate anime icons show) and pointed elf-like ears. Bits of the welcoming confetti is stuck to her long dark hair and she has yet to bother brushing it off. Suddenly waking back up on the Marsiva and being transported to a new ship was startling at first.

She's actually rather confused, but she hides it well with all her smiling. And she's enjoying her dessert. Holding her bowl with one hand, she gives an excited wave to the screen. ]


Hey everyone!

[ And she takes another scoop of chocolate pudding with her spoon. ]

Before I was on a totally different ship and some casino planet. Not a western. Did I fall asleep or something?
thespaceopera: (echoechoecho)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[The day of the weekly Shuffle broadcast has certainly come and gone, easy to miss with ships acting up and augments malfunctioning... but now, Atroma is making contact through its usual frequency anyway. Regardless of whether the ships are flying smooth, acting up, or completely powered down and silent, every speaker in the Drift Fleet suddenly crackles and sizzles with loud static.

The frequency isn't coming in very well, though. It's difficult to understand between all of the stutters and lags, but there are two distinct voices... One is purely monotone and digital, almost jarringly clear and audible, while the other seems to be Beau--a boisterous and familiar voice to many in the Fleet.

He's too far away from the microphone, though, almost muffled, and he doesn't sound quite right.

Nothing sounds quite right.]


BROADCASTING IN TEN. [...] NINE.

I told you. I'm not calibrated. Check-- EIGHT. --Check it again.

SEVEN. Look at them, it's a mess... SIX.

[a loud crackle.] ...Yes, fine. Get her in here. FIVE. --Come on, hurry up! [...] FOUR.

[The man's voice gets even quieter, hushed. Like he's holding half a breath.] Just smile, champ. Always smile... You can do it, you're legendary...

THREE. Big breath, and-- TWO.

[There is a pointed pop of static, and a surprised, frustrated gasp.]

--Wait! No, no, start it over, the settings are all--!

ONE.

[...The Fleet is treated to the first few bars of that familiar jingle, but it quickly breaks apart into the buzz of empty static. Then, the comms lose the frequency entirely.

We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties, folks.]




(ooc: if you have any reactions or discussions you would like to play out here, knock yourselves out! you can try calling Atroma back if you want, but the signal is gone. this post is just a thing that happens.)
versusnurture: (➵ all the words left unsaid)
[personal profile] versusnurture
Who: Abigail Hobbs and u
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: 9/23, eveningish

[All things considered, this is actually a pretty good witness protection program. How are the police going to find her in space? And she didn't even have to die this time. It's probably the best kidnapping she's ever experienced.]

[Admittedly, she did spend some time wondering if this was the same thing again, if, somehow, doing what needed done had sent her back to the Barge, qualified her as an inmate again. But those were very fleeting concerns - first, because she knows what she did was just, and second, because this is nothing like the Barge, which looks disorganized on the surface but pulls together in crisis. The Fleet looks quite organized, with its shiny ships and perfect synchronization, but she has a suspicion that when shit hits the fan, everything falls apart.]

[That remains to be seen. The point is that she's learned from the last two times; she neither presents a face immediately nor gives herself away immediately, choosing instead to spend her time on the Marsiva and her first few days on the Starstruck settling in, going over the comms, gathering what information can be gathered. Only then does she step out into common spaces.]

[She pays particular attention to the cargo hold, where she deliberately and conspicuously practices some of the flashier moves Harvey taught her - although flash does not preclude precision, because she is very good at what she does. She also spends a lot of time in the kitchen, hanging out but also inspecting; she doesn't like the processed nature of the food provided, and she spends some time looking for an ingredients label before giving up.]

[When she eventually sets up a broadcast, it's in the kitchen, as well, futuristic cabinets lined up behind her head as she seems to focus somewhere slightly off-camera. For the record: the giant scar on her neck is totally visible, as is the fact that she only has one ear.]


It's sort of funny to me that when people come to a place like this, they either introduce themselves with a lot of questions or a lot of yelling. If anybody wants to answer my questions, that would be pretty hospitable of you, but I got tired of answering them after a while, so. It's not compulsory.

If anybody would rather perform an exchange, I can do that, too. Quid pro quo. My name is Abigail Hobbs. I come from Earth - Bloomington, Minnesota, originally, which I bet none of you have ever heard of - and I spent a couple of years in a place sort of like this, only not at all. My hobbies are hunting, fishing, cooking, and reading poetry. Once I wanted to be a psychiatrist.

The rest of it, you have to earn.

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