four ○ video / action

[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar Zeppeli and u! Also Joseph Joestar's birthday party and u! MULTIPURPOSE
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Caprine! Because this mess is not happening on his ship.
When: Wednesday, September 23; Sunday, September 27.

video } wednesday, september 23

Someone needs to explain fried chicken to me.

[. . . no, that appears to be the lead-in to this video. Caesar looks a little offended, and he kind of is; this has actually been explained to him, but there are, in his opinion, a hundred better things you could do with a chicken than fry it. Sacrilegious. No one ever take him to an Olive Garden.]

It seems like a good way to dry the chicken out if you're not careful. And frying is so unhealthy. [Why not dunk it in alfredo sauce instead.]

Also, what the hell is coleslaw.

Also, I do need help with some baking. A cake.

[What was the other thing. Oh, yes.]

Joseph Joestar's birthday is this Sunday. He's been forbidden from talking about it, so I encourage everyone to talk to him about it as much as possible.

[What a good friend.]

action } sunday, september 27

[On Sunday, because he is a good friend, an absolute shit-ton of food appears; because he holds the sanctity and cleanliness of his ship to be pretty sacred, it appears in the Caprine's cargo bay. Decorations are hit-or-miss, in part because that's not really his strong suit and in part because he's pretty sure Joseph won't actually care. There's food.]

[Although there are other things too, past the small mountain of non-nutritional-paste foodstuffs. Music, for one thing, although it's a strange mishmash of things that sounded familiar to a 1930s ear, things that didn't totally offend him, and things that other people contributed. About halfway through the afternoon, something roughly analogous to hip-hop crackles across the speakers, startling everyone, if by everyone you mean probably just Caesar.]

[It's a party, y'all. Have fun. Don't let Joseph eat all the fried chicken.]


( ooc; OBVIOUSLY THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP SOONER, but due to Reasons it did not. if you don't mind, please keep birthday mingle stuff under the toplevel i put up for it - otherwise go nuts and have fun! ♥ )

it's a-me, a-mingle-o

[ishere]

Who: SS Bishop crew and visitors!
Broadcast: N/A!
Action: On the ship!
When: Anytime in Sept and... until the next mingle goes up! It's a giant catch-all for shipwide shenanigans.

[ it's been a while, bishop! what's going on? ]

04 - still the stars will find a way | Video

[innercactus]

Who: Asteffiel
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Tourist if they want
When: sometime 9/29

I need help. [ There's a little bit of a whine to his voice today. He is holding up a pair of small-ish apples. They're definitely ripe, just on the small side. One has a bite taken out of it- ]

I grew them, but they don't taste good at all... Does someone want to make sure it isn't just me?

[ HE WANTED TO GROW THESE SO FENRIS WOULDN'T HATE HIM, but.. giving him gross apples would make it worse, wouldn't it. ]

Also, how do you know it is your birthday? I feel like it ought to be, because the date says so, but... Are you supposed to feel any different? How do you count, after you reach one year? Do you keep adding months?

[ Yes, Asteffiel the adult looking plant hasn't had a birthday before. Sylvari. ]

001 [Text]

[techknowlogical]

Who: Koushirou
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Vanquish
When: After the shuffle/nowish

[So Koushirou's been lurking the network the for first few days he's been here, reading and watching public broadcasts and trying to figure out as much as possible about being here... And not entirely meaning to go as long as he has without actually talking to anyone, but you know. It happens.

Or it had happened, anyway, while it had been relatively easy to find an isolated corner on the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck. But now that he's on the much smaller Vanquish it's probably time to say hello, although he doesn't have all that much to say just yet.

He isn't using text for any particular reason other than that he's a much faster typer than he is speaker.]

So all new arrivals find themselves on the Marsiva, correct? Is there any way to get back onto the Marsiva once you have been transferred to another ship?

[He's asking because of reasons. And that's... About it for his first network post. Except one thing:]

I also wanted to ask if there were any other Chosen Children here.

[He hasn't seen any on the network yet, but he doesn't know all of the internationals so it's still possible.

And that's actually the end of his network post, although anyone on the Vanquish can run into him on the bridge, where he's staring intently at the communication controls and apparently attempting to resist pressing all the buttons in order to experiment with them.]

.02 [ Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This ]

[touchofrogue]

Who: Rogue
Broadcast: nope
Action: Planet with optional Vanquish options
When: Planetside, from beginning to end.

A Is for Augmentation
[It’s the middle of the night, and all good children are supposed to be in bed… so then what is Rogue doing, walking around the boarding house with her gloves off and her eyes closed?

Maybe it’s the same thing that has her shrieking awake a few night’s later, one single, panicked cry that she quickly stifles as awareness returns? Unfortunately, this won’t be her last night with nightmares… and unfortunately, sometimes the sleepwalking and the nightmares may come at once…]

B is for Bounty
[...hunting, that is. Rogue wasn’t planning on making a habit of this, it wasn’t really her thing, but if she found a wanted poster for a guy who did something that pissed her off enough, she would go and make it her business to hunt that particular individual down.

Of course, she didn’t really have any idea what she was doing. It just seemed like a thing to try. How do you find a needle in a haystack, and one poorly washed thug really was almost interchangeable. Walking up to someone and asking, ‘Hey, have you seen this guy?’ was probably not the best way of going about it.

In fact, that’s possibly the kind of thing that could get a gal more attention than she was looking for...]

C is for Chisel (and hammer, and stone)
[Rogue wasn’t exactly sure what that quadraped was, but… she has decided to call it a ‘zeorse’ and she is happy to see it. Do not doubt that she will be making friends in the stables and riding off on adventures…

And one of those adventures takes place after a week or so on the planet, and the quiet confirmation that both Tony and Zessica had… gone, Rogue borrows a chisel and hammer from a local She rides out into the wild and finds a cluster of hard red rock, and in the lee of the wind carves three names there: Tony. Zessica. Anja.

She’ll be more withdrawn and quiet than normal when she returns those tools.]

D is for Drunk and Disorderly
[Sometime after this conversation, Rogue will be… upset.

She will be upset enough to go blindly into the night with a powerful need to punch things, though with Kurt there she didn’t feel it was… the best idea, perhaps, to go and start a bar fight even though it would be so. easy.

So she just goes to a bar. And she orders a drink. And if there is a fight she doesn’t have to start but gets to finish, so be it.

So. Be. It.]

E? E is for Everything Else.

[On the Vanquish? Shopping and hoping to make something out of this material? Staring dramatically into the sunset?]

(no subject)

[pain_train]

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planet
When: Early on while on the planet, probably

[Wrath's always been a high energy person, but whatever is going on with her augment glitching, it's turned the energy knob up to eleven, yanked it off, and thrown it out the window. Well. Half the time. The other half she might be asleep, facedown on the floor.

But hopefully before her bouts of hyperactivity really start to grate on her crewmates (no, Wrath, their morale is just fine) they arrive at the planet and there's a whole new place for her to explore.

At first she tries to be mindful of her medical directives, but then she finds a saloon, and she ends up playing a game of darts, or maybe arm wrestling some guy three times her size (she wins) and... it all just goes downhill from there.

Welcome to Wrath doing her best impression of her pre-back-injury self. Which involves public drunkenness with optional nudity, loud and off-key singing, bar brawls, and

CRASH

getting thrown out a (first floor, thankfully) window.

She lays on the ground next to her cane, which thankfully hasn't been broken, surrounded by shards of glass. And tries to get up, which is a bit like watching a turtle that's been turned on its back trying to right itself, giggling happily the whole time.]