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[housepartyprotocol]

Who: Tony Stark and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Still on The Marsiva
When: Now

[ The video feed crackles to life, and on the screen is a man looking equal parts composed and annoyed. He settles into the frame and smiles wryly.]

I'm not going to waste time here asking where we are, since I'd like to think we can all recognize space, but fair warning: you've got about [ he looks at his watch ] 2 minutes before I start taking this place apart. Not a threat, just making you aware that without a pretty impressive explanation, I will cannibalize your lovely and expensive ship and fly myself home.

[ He smiles briefly and with no humor before sitting back in his chair and tapping his watch. ]

not here for your enteratinment

[i_got_this]

Who: South Dakota and you!
Broadcast: Video/Open
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

[The rolling camera grabs her first few moments; waking up, shifting out of bed and looking around her. She gathers herself, pulling on the undersuitting and titanium alloy plating of her power armor. She seems a little peeved that that's all she has to wear, but it's only slightly better than wondering around in her underwear. She tucks the helmet under her arm, and it's at that moment she notices the communication device. She looks at the feed for a moment, then picks it up and pulls it closer to her face.]

Hope you enjoyed the show.

[She'll be exploring the Marsiva while trying to work out what's going on; there are certain flashbacks to her times in space, from both events at the Castle, and back in her own world. Was she back at Paradisa? Just in time for another world change maybe?]

Awaken from a quiet sleep | TOURIST MINGLE

[innercactus]

Who: Tourist Crew and... anyone who wants to stop by/bug any one of them-
Broadcast: Nope-
Action: On the Tourist / maybe waystations
When: 11/25 on

[ Get back to their ship, the halls are weird, their captain is missing.

This will be fun, right? ]

second photo; video

[timelapsed]

Who: Anybody!
Broadcast: Fleetwide vidya
Action: Aboard the Paisley
When: 11/30

[ The video feed clicks on to show the inside of one of the Paisley's personnel rooms - which has a decent number of photographs posted up on the wall. Residents might even see shots taken of themselves up on the wall, taken from their recent - and extended - stay at the Marsiva.

The shot quickly pans over to Max herself, though. ]

Stardate, forty-one two-seventeen.

We have survived the journey into our very minds, but at what cost?

[ She was pretty obviously joking, but she drops that tone pretty quickly. ] Okay, that really was pretty messed up. And to anybody who was inside my head, please ignore any and everything you saw.

In better news, our "watchful hosts" are pretty decent at giving gifts. I've got some extra film now, so I figured I'd offer my services if anybody wants, like, a group picture for their ship? On an actual picture that you can hang up or hold onto. I know everything's digital these days, but it might be nice to have something physical to remember each other by.

And speaking of awesome gifts, you should all check out the media file they left. If you haven't found it yet, you can find a folder on the network with everybody's names. They left all sorts of stuff on there.

Mine is the most amazing science-fiction movie of all time. I don't care what people say, it was way ahead of its time. You can check out everybody's files, so you can take a look yourselves if you want. Paisley, we're having a movie night so we can watch it. [ Since she didn't have a chance to force everybody while they were on the Marsiva. ]

...By the way, Ino, delete yours. I immediately regretted my entire life when I saw that one.

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[survivalistcookbook]

Who: Eugene Woods and all would-be and actual cooks of the fleet
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Vanquish galley
When: November 30th

Hey again, everybody. Eugene, back with you from my galley sweet galley above the Vanquish.

[He has a little look around, which honestly doesn't take much more than some pointed glancing.]

You know, for a walk-in closet with a few appliances and a protein paste dispenser, it really does grow on you. And, speaking of growing-

[Right on cue, he lifts a large jar that had been resting in his lap, setting it down on the galley table. It's mostly full of something that looks like paste. Off-white, faintly bubbly paste.]

I'm proud to announce that this little guy is surviving the perils of space travel just fine, and has produced a nice batch of rolls that I'm just praying the oven doesn't try to burn while I'm recording this and distracted. In anyone wants their own sourdough starter, I'll be happy to share the secrets of fresh, homemade bread with anyone who has a clean jar and a kitchen capable of giving them at least some flour, salt, and oil. I'll be in the Vanquish . . . more or less for the forseeable future. So come by if you've been missing your leavened, carby delights, and I'll get you set up.

[The oven does seem to be cooperating today, and within minutes of the broadcast, crewmates aboard the Vanquish should start noticing the aroma of fresh bread baking.]