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[huaaaaagh]

Who: Kirito / OTA
Broadcast: Audio / Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Paisley
When: Now!


[What follows is a somewhat exasperated, very tired plea to the public, accompanied by a slow grinding noise every couple of seconds. For those who would recognize it, it's the sound of metal being sharpened, slowly and painstakingly.]

Hey, question for ships out there with security officers. Is it possible for those of us who don't have access to weaponry to buy or trade for a gun? I've got a project I'd like to try working on, but I don't have the parts here.

If trading for a weapon outright is against some sort of rule, or no one's willing, I'd take parts or schematics instead. Anything's better than what I have.

[For those aboard the Paisley, Kirito has been buried in engineering for a loooooong time, and the sound of grinding metal may or may not be echoing in the hallway outside of the entry door. Sorry not sorry for the potential headaches.]

ᴏᴏ2 : ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ

[misterprongs]

Who: James Potter.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: U.S.S. Paisley.
When: Now!

[ james has been aboard the Paisley (and quite enjoying himself!) for quite some time, but he's a little homesick. for one, he has no wand, which means he can't perform most forms of magic. james is a clever wizard, and has been trying to perform a bit more wandless magic. which is what he's doing now as the recording airs, showing james staring at a pen on the dashboard of the Paisley. which is wiggling.

yes. wiggling.

after a moment or two, james sighs and reclines in his chair, and the feed flickers off just to flicker back on, because this time, it's on purpose!]

Hello, good sirs, madams, and those who identify otherwise.

[ with a grin. james misses his friends, terribly. he misses his school. he wants to go home. but until he can achieve any of these things, he's a bit bored, so -- ]

Has anyone got a good story?

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[resnipstance]

Who: Ahsoka Tano + you
Broadcast: Video (Fleetwide)
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Current

action.
[Ahsoka wakes with a start. Even before she's fully conscious, everything around her feels wrong. One thing is instantly apparent: this is not her beautiful home. Ha ha, that's a joke. Get it? Because she has no home right now, and if she did, it wouldn't be beautiful. Her hands fly instantly to her belt for her lightsabers, but-- oh, that's right. She doesn't have them anymore. She remembers that much. So why can she not remember how she got here?

Eyes wide and breathing hard, she fights down rising panic to take inventory of her surroundings instead. What does she know? What can she find out?

Spaceship. Gravity? Normal. Oxygen? Normal. Something about a game show? Whatever. She dismisses that piece of information, it's clearly not relevant right now. Next she checks the door-- not locked. She lets herself out. Hallways-- no guards. Well, that's slightly unsettling. In fact, as she runs down the hallways of the ship from one place to another, it becomes increasingly apparent that there's no personnel anywhere. And no way off. Eventually she stops running after what seems like her fiftieth traverse down yet another an empty passageway, one hand on her chest trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. Finally, she mutters to herself:]

Well. I suppose you don't need guards if you can't get out.

video.

Hello. If you're receiving this message, please let me know. My name is Ahsoka Tano.

I'm stranded on what appears to be a large cruiser of indeterminate class with no apparent crew and in an unknown system. If anyone has any information on what star system we're in, or recognises the vessel and knows where the escape pods are, I'd be very grateful.

Thank you. Over and out.

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[dancingmd]

Who: Beverly Crusher and Friends!
Broadcast: No
Action: Blue Fish
When: October 13th

[Dr. Beverly Crusher, Personal Log, October 13, Seventh Month after arrival. Today is my birthday.

Theoretically.

With a sigh, Beverly stops typing. Normally, she is all about birthdays, both her own and everyone else's but today... frankly, today is weird. By her own calendar, her birthday should have been two months ago, yet time isn't flowing normally back home. Or time isn't flowing here normally. Or something. Damn alternate universes. And does it even matter when no one is aging anyway? She rubs her temples. This is too much to think about before breakfast (though admittedly, the vagaries of traveling through spacetime are better to focus on than the fact that there is no one from home to celebrate with in the first place).

Once she has some coffee in her, she comes to a decision. Real birthday or not, she's going to give herself a little holiday. Which means people aren't going to be seeing her around the dusty moon, or much at all really. After taking a nice long hot bath, and changing, for once, into something other than the fleet issued jumpsuits, she spends most of the day in her quarters, reading and listening to old letters on her tricorder. Even if she can't be with them today, she at least wants to hear Wesley and Jean-Luc and Deanna, surround herself with their voices. It doesn't make her as sad as it once did. Instead, she finds the recordings comforting, for the most part.

Late in the afternoon, however, she will emerge to set up shop in the kitchen where she's going to bake herself a cake! If anyone wants to find her (or that yummy smelling cake), that's where she'll be, humming a jazzy little tune as she cooks.]

first snark | video + action

[hellismyself]

Who: Daria Morgendorffer + you
Broadcast: Fleetwide; video
Action: Marsiva; hospitality deck to start
When: Nowish ...

[From where she's stretched out on the cot in the hospitality deck, Daria holds her comm device up over her head, staring up at the camera with a look of subdued exasperation.]

Oh, brother.

[She rolls her eyes and sighs, loudly, like this is the single most tiresome thing of - well, the past five minutes, at least.]

Great. What kind of stupid prank do we have to be subjected to now?

[She sighs again, just as loud and tired as before, and the camera shuts off halfway through its trajectory back down to the surface of the cot.]