six ☀ video

[deshabille]

Who: Mal & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Arslae, if there is any!
When: Right meow.

[Witness a grumpy captain making a face that's the vampire equivalent of a cat put in a bath. Mal is huffing and puffing along the outskirts of the nearest salt town, bundled up tight (all in black as usual, and please note that she does not have to huff or puff but is rather doing it for dramatic effect).]

So, question. What in the hell is a Christmas? Half of you keep talking about it like it's the beginning of a new universe and I'm a bit puzzled, because there's nothing like that where I'm from.

. . . Actually there really aren't holidays where I'm from, but where I'm from is shit so nevermind. Other places there's something sort of maybe similar, called Hogswatch, where a big man in a red suit rides around on a sledge pulled by hogs, obviously, and gives presents to the deserving children, ie the ones with rich parents, probably.

Explain, then. The person with the most entertaining explanation will get a prize.

#005 [accidental video]

[everydayhero]

Who: Hiro Hamada
Broadcast: Accidental Video
Action: Bishop
When: 12/17

[Here's a face you haven't seen in a while, flooters. The shaggy dark hair, the scrawny arms, the gap in his front teeth--yep, Hiro Hamada has not actually gone home.

[He is asleep, though, it seems, lips barely parted as he takes in shallow breaths. But after a moment of this, he starts to stir. His eyes flutter open, and he squints at the ceiling. Something is wrong, here.

[This is not his ship.]

... Wh...

[His voice is a laughable croak, and he starts coughing.]

... shit...

[Language, Hiro.

[He sits up, looking around, and it starts to dawn on him that... actually, this does look a lot like the Bishop. Just... different?]

... Ohhh, crap. [There he goes, recognizing that he took one of those coma naps. He drags his hand down his face. He doesn't realize he's being recorded yet.]

(no subject)

[sandhate]

Who: Anakin
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva - Hospitality Deck
When: Dec. 17th

[ His first moments of waking up are pretty typical; groggy mumbling, hands and arms flapping around and a jerk that brings him upright then standing. Something... feels wrong. ]

Wha- Where am I?

[ His hands goes to his belt, only to grasp at air. It's alright, don't panic. It's not the first time he lost his lightsaber, not the first time he's gotten a concussion with the foggy space in his memory either. He checks his right arm, gripping it along the junction where durasteel meets flesh while he takes in his surroundings.

He scowls at the video feed that looks particularly turned on. But he doesn't care about that now. His arm is brought close to his face, and his own Jedi commlink beeps. ]

Obi-Wan? [ Nothing. ] Artoo, come in. [ More nothing. ] This is Anakin Skywalker, requesting emergency-- [ An odd electrical sound and click later, he sighs. ]

Great. I better not have to ask Obi-Wan to pick me up.

[ The same arm reaches out towards the ship's communicator and it flies to into his fist. Now, the feed points away from him and through his point of view as he scans the Hospitality deck. ]

What is ... this ship? [ The communicator shuffles. ] Where is this transmitting to?