Video/Optional Action

[nulliverse]

Who: Celeste Blackwell and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Golden, p much the most aimless of wandering
When: Day(?)break Jan 10

( tl;dr - arrival and action for SS Golden shipmates )

[Eventually, Celeste finds her words and settles on an emotion to guide her as she addresses the entire fleet. Her eyes are still rimmed with red, her face a bit puffy from crying, but her expression is hard and ice cold and her stare is furious.]

I've got one thing to tell you lot, and one thing only. [A quiet voice accented with the sound of middle-class London, rubbed raw from crying but taut with rage yet to explode.] If you're ever approached by someone offering a wish - I don't care if a genie pops out of a bottle or a fairy godmother appears in a shower of sparkles or a star comes right out of the sky or it's just two civil servant sorts in smart suits, any sort of person - if they tell you that you can make things right, you can fix all your cock-ups and get your life on a proper track - even if there's a cost, no matter if the cost seems reasonable and this all feels like a very fair exchange -

[The icy mask over her features slips for a second, and it looks like she might be back on her way to tears, but then it's back.]

- no matter how bad it is, and how desperately you want to believe - trust your gut. Wishes like that don't come true. There's no correcting what's already happened. You don't get that sort of second chance, not from anyone, for anything.

It if sounds too good to be true, it is. Don't let any false promise convince you otherwise, or you deserve what you get.

[She sniffles, then looks rather annoyed with herself at having given away even that much and closes things off:]

That's it. That's all I have to say.

(no subject)

[beardstrokes]

Who: Ahsoka + Obi-wan and YOU
Broadcast: No
Action: Planet-side
When: 10th of Jan

[ As promised, in a few days time, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan make their way to the markets. They dress warmly, Obi-Wan procuring a thick cloak for himself. It's hard to feel like a Jedi Master without one.

He watches as Ahsoka flits from stall to stall as he lingers behind her, to correct her on her "bargaining" technique. In a way, they resemble a teenager, saddled with a wiser all-knowing uncle. He strokes his beard in light amusement. This is probably what he needed right now, a reassessment of his priorities, the here and now. ]

Chapter Four [Video]

[thebestseller]

Who: Richard Castle and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Windrose if you want
When: January 10th, morning

[Video broadcast]

So, folks, I woke up to find that my fleet of cleaning droids suddenly doubled. All of them need names- I only have Cameron, Robocop and Leopardon so far. Got any suggestions? I'm a big sci-fi fan so I'd love to name all of them after famous robots, but I'll take anything.

[Action]

[And on the Windrose, Castle could be found following his new troops, a big, goofy smile on his face.]

Don't work yourselves too hard now, hmm?

01 - Light the fire

[onlyburnhotter]

Who: Yang Xiao Long
Broadcast: Network-wide
Action: Marsiva and SS Bishop
When: 1/08/16 - 1/10/16


A: Arrival on the Marsiva (Backdated to 01/08):
[When the communicator's network feed goes online, it does not show anything at first. Seemingly just an empty cot room aboard the Marsiva. However, after a few seconds, a girl with long blonde hair slowly sits up in bed, rubbing her bleary, sleep-filled eyes. She stretches both arms above her, yawning loudly, and trying to evict whatever remnants of sleep were lingering on her person.]

Bluh. Hope I didn't oversleep. Weiss will kill me if I'm late to the--

[It's then that she takes a moment to look around, still looking half asleep. Slowly, she noticeably begins to realize that this is not, in fact, her dorm room back at Beacon Academy. No, this appears to be something far different. She notices a nearby window, the inky blackness of space stretching far out beyond the glass. She walks over to it, looking outside. She crans her neck this way and that, as if looking for the seam or the border of the set, some clue that this could actually be an elaborate prank. However, she quickly determines that this is all rather convincingly real. Rather than freak out though, she takes a moment, crosses her arms, and even grins a little.]

Well, this certainly was not what I was expecting to wake up to today. Space, huh? I can dig it.

[She spies the communicator sitting on a table, nearby the cot that she woke up on. She walks over and picks it up, offering a wave of greeting.]

Hi there to anyone watching this. All you aliens and space people and whatnot. Um, as cool as this all is- and really, it is pretty cool-I kind of have to get back to Vale soon. Like, right away actually. Got this big tournament that I'm fighting in, and my team's counting on me for the one on ones. So, if we could turn this thing around or if you could beam me back or just do the reverse of whatever you did to bring me here, I'd really appreciate it.

Maybe we can do this whole outer space thing some other time?

B: Arrival on Bishop (01/10):
[From one ship right to another. Not that Yang was complaining. After only a day on the Marsiva, she was already bored. She'd never been one to want to hang around in one place for too long. Unfortunately, it was seeming like this new ship was smaller than the old one. Still, at least it was something new to explore.]

[After the shuffle, Yang can be found wandering around the Bishop, getting the lay of the ship and figuring out all that it has to offer. She can be found in the kitchen, combing through the food supplies or playing with the drink machine's options--she'll be mixing flavors to see what tastes the best. She can be found in the bunkroom, looking a little disappointed with the overall lack of space provided. In the bridge, she'll be curiously checking out all the fancy knobs, switches and buttons. You may walk in on her about to push one or two. In the cargo bay, she'll be ogling the Bishop's shuttle craft, wondering how easy it would be to take one out for a spin. Not like she exactly knows how to fly one, but how hard could it be, right? Finally, she'll find her way to the armory, inspecting the various weapons that it has to offer. Sadly, discovering that she'll likely not find any good substitutes for her ember celica here.]

1st Blight - Video and action

[bryces_pup]

Who: Riona
Broadcast: The entire network
Action: On the SS Blue Fish
When: After the weekly shuffle

Action on the Blue Fish

[You've got an armored lady on board, Blue Fishies. Unarmed, of course, but that makes her all the warier as she glances around uneasily. Too much of this is foreign to her. The fact that there's something in her head telling her what some of it is makes it worse. Like the taint in her telling her when darkspawn were near, but much more potent and a lot more invasive. So having the armor on may seem unnecessary, but it's all she has and it makes her feel a little safer. Much like a child clinging to a stuffed animal. A metal one that could break a jaw.

She moves over to the food set out, scrunching her nose at it. Maker, none of it looks right. Not that Fereldan food was the be all and end all of fine cuisine, but at least there were recognizable ingredients in it. This was... not food.

Her upbringing obliged her to at least take some and try it. Though she was relatively sure that her lessons didn't account for being kidnapped and offered not-food to her...]


Video

[So after settling in and having had time to take stock, Riona finally feels comfortable in attempting this messaging thing. With any luck, someone else from Ferelden - or Thedas even - got brought here as well and could perhaps explain a bit more what was going on.

Or, honestly, just conversing with someone else from her world would be a relief at this rate.]

Assuming this isn't the worst drunken stupor or dream in history - and I'm still not entirely certain it isn't - I understand I am to be here for some time. And that I am to work on this ship [The word is said with a hint of skepticism. Ships float on water, not fly.] in that interim.

Maker's breath.

[She heaves a sigh.] Okay, fine. Well, no, it's not fine but it seems I have little recourse in that regard right now. I mean, did you really have to take my sword and shield? I don't use it willy-nilly.

Anyway, is there... truly no way to send word back to our homes? Not even a message? [Her next words are considered carefully.] My absence will be noted very quickly, and likely would cause a panic amongst certain parties. I only wish to avoid that. [And stop her husband from launching a huge search campaign for her.] Any help you can offer would be greatly appreciated. Thank you kindly. [She forces a polite smile before she fumbles with the device, finally getting it to shut off after a moment's struggle.]