(no subject)

[droprate]

Who: Chara
Broadcast: Text
Action: Red Fish, if you dare.
When: during the day (as in not at 12:30 in the morning when I am posting this)

Just throwing an idea out here. If anyone can find medicine that actually works on these ridiculous space colds (and lets me have some), I will knit that person as many ugly sweaters as they want. I promise, astronaut's honor, or whatever they say out here.

[ Of course, those on the Red Fish also have to deal with this colossal trainwreck of an adolescent in person. More or less. They're kind of cooped up in their sweet counselor office, having created a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows (one from the bed they would normally use, the rest from the couch in said office), though they are occasionally willing to leave the office. Mostly just for food, though if anyone is in the kitchen at these times, they will get to deal with this kid kind of giving them shifty eyes the entire time.

Enjoy your meal! ]

[Open] Mornings, man.

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion, the entire fleet
Broadcast: Open, accidental
Action: Tyrion is having a bad morning.
When: This Morning.

[The recording starts with Tyrion's small, stubby hand putting the device on the edge of the sink, tilting it upwards. All you can see is the top of his damp, curly blonde head, and the top of his scar. Then there's a sigh, before there is the sound of Tyrion's steps dragging across the bathroom floor.

After that, is the scrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeech of metal being pulled across metal, as the top of Tyrion's head comes into view again. Then the stomp stomp of Tyrion climbing what can only be the stepstool, and his tired face and slightly bloodshot eyes. He's not drunk, that much is clear, just ... tired.

He eyes the camera, and states flatly.]

There must be some universe ... where all things, can be available, according to height.

[And with that, he begins to clean his face, turning off the camera.]

voice;

[neverknight]

Who: Kanan Jarrus
Broadcast: All
Action: The Marsiva
When: Does the time of day even matter in space

This is Ghost-1, calling in. Team - sound off.

[... if they're here. Kanan is showing a rare amount of discretion by saying nothing else. His observations from other new arrivals has given him the intel he needs - it's a holodrama with secret recording devices hidden everywhere. It wasn't your run of the mill Imperial gig. So for now, he was going to avoid drawing attention to himself.

In the meantime, he's on the Marsiva exploring. Rather than stand gaping out the windows at space, he's trying to get a sense of the size of the ship he's on. Unfortunately it's not always easy going in a straight line among twisting and turning hallways and trying to hold numbers in his head is not easy. It would be a shame if he lost his count.]

(no subject)

[fedupwithyourbull]

Who: Blake and you!
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Forward-dated to Friday.

[Blake has been trying to explore the Marsiva as much as she can, spending a few days watching the network and generally learning as much as she can. It took a while to adjust to the idea of being kidnapped like this, and not being in imminent peril. She doesn't like this, or trust it. But she should play along for now, so she opens up a video to the network.]

Hello. My name is Blake. I understand the basics of what's going on, so I only have a few questions. Is it possible to get our weapons back here, or construct new ones?

I'm also looking for my team. Ruby, Yang, Weiss, if any of you are here, please respond.

mingle with the commoners or something

[huaaaaagh]

Who: Paisley crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Paisley!
When: All month, it's a mingle!!

[Sup, team? Off the planet we all go, and upgrades we did get. Enjoy the coffee supply, it is guaranteed to not last long. But hey, the beds are nice!]