first poem

[bloodbiter]

Who: adelina and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva
When: now

[video & action]

[there's a figure clad in armor slowly stirring on one of the cots in the marsiva. it takes a few moments for her to come to, but when she does, there's a flurry of activity. she reaches for her sword instinctively - but it's gone. she looks around the room quickly, noting how unfamiliar and strange everything looks.

she refuses to lose her calm, though, and so she's heading into the rest of the ship to (hopefully) find some answers after inspecting the place she awoke in. her growing agitation is obvious in the way she moves, though her steps are still graceful and elegant despite the heavy armor. she's not going to panic, but not knowing what's happening or how she might fix it is frustrating. as such, she raises a hand in greeting to the first person she comes across on the marsiva. despite her mounting anger, her voice is polite and pleasant.]

You there. Might I request your help?

[video]

[later, she's trying to puzzle out the strange device that is the communicator. this means you're getting an extreme close-up of her face as she looks at it, though the view is rapidly swiveling around as she turns it over, then around, then sideways. what a good introduction.]

How peculiar. I wonder how we're meant to-

[the broadcast ends abruptly, only to resume a few moments later. someone's pushing buttons despite having no idea what they do while muttering aloud to herself.]

—different from anything I've encountered before. I wonder if it's a sorcerer's invention, or perhaps some kind of—

[there she goes again. someone might want to help her out.]

§ 1st Fairytale

[theoniongirl]

Who: Jilly Coppercorn
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Mid-day

[Action]

[there's no surprise when she wakes up. No stream of questions or panic or indignant disbelief. When Jilly sits up, she only has eyes for the massive bank of windows and the stretching, open expanse beyond. Her boots are almost silent as she pushes up from the cot and moves closer, just...staring. In a moment, she might notice anyone else awake and wandering around the Hospitality Deck and, eventually, she'll recognize the strange little communicator sitting on the table next to her cot. But--for just this moment--awe wins.

Once she shakes off the initial wonder, those on the Marsiva can find her....anywhere, really. Marveling at the view from the viewing bay, poking at the strange devices in the kitchen, or exploring the baffling maze of empty hallways--Drift Fleet has acquired one curious, tiny artist (just barely 5'0"!), and she's determined to see EVERYTHING.]

[Network]

[It takes awhile for her excitement to settle enough to sit down and check out the communicator, but that only makes her wonder return when she realizes that it feels...familiar. Christy had only just talked her into buying a home computer last month and she really hadn't done much with it, and yet she had no trouble at all finding the video function on this tiny device and switching it on for a close image of a pair of bright blue eyes. The image wobbles as she pulls it back to reveal a small-boned woman with a head of unruly curls (whatever magic Atroma used to get the paint out of the strands hadn't done anything to tame the tangles).]

Hello.

[She smiles, shaking her head slightly] I'm not really sure who I'm introducing myself too, but I'm Jilly. All of these messages...obviously the few of us on this ship aren't the first to show up. You can hear us, too, right?

[she has more questions, of course, but it doesn't feel urgent. For now she's just...curious.]

first

[eyeforaneye]

Who: Uchiha Sasuke
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: This very moment.

(broadcast)

[ Sure there are bound to be the occasional less-than-thrilling broadcasts but this one may be a new low, with the camera focused in on a nondescript blob that turns out -- with some acquired distance -- to be a knee. The feed shakes then and there's the loud metallic tap tap of the device being knocked against the framework of one of the generic cots aboard the Marsiva. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only other sound is that of the painfully bland music in the background, without a word being spoken.

At least this inept user finally turns the communicator around to inspect it at another angle, granting any viewer a flash of dark and impractically spiked hair before the camera then focuses on equally shadowed eyes and a severe expression.

No, he's not going to panic. He probably already did that internally before he even tried to figure out the communicator less than successfully. Send aid. ]

(action)

[ Sasuke will be easy to encounter either sitting on that cot and fiddling with his communicator, exploring the bay thoroughly, or staring with incredible and difficult-to-read intensity out into the murky void of space. Godspeed. ]

01

[gifted_witch]

Who: Lily Evans
Broadcast: Video/Fleetwide (she's still learning)
Action: Wandering the First Breath finding her feet.
When: After the shuffle

All right, that looks about...

Oh, hello. I think I've done this thing right.

[A youngish red head was looking around herself, the interior of the ship clear in the background. She's in some hallways somewhere.]

Well, this is a bit sad to say but, can anyone direct me to the labs? Sorry, I should introduce myself first. Lily Evans here, I guess I'm your new lab support personnel. Blimey if I know what all that entails but, I was always a fair hand at potions.

Right, well then if anyone could be so kind, pointing me in the right direction would be appreciated.

[And belatedly.]

Thanks.

mingle on the pathstone

[dawnwillcome]

Who: The Pathstone crew and anyone brave enough to come say hi
Broadcast: not this time
Action: I mean obvs
When: all month? all month!

[Contrary to popular believe, the Pathstone isn't THAT useless. Yes they can go months without an upgrade and sure they're kind of a mess at the best of times, but they still function!

Most of the time. Flying sideways in space is all about perspective anyway, and they haven't done a barrel roll in like... well probably awhile.

So welcome, new Pathstone dwellers! We're probably very sorry in advance.]

The Huntress - PSA

[avaricious]

Who: The Huntress
Broadcast: Huntress Only
Action: The Huntress
When: Effective Immediately

[The intercoms for the Huntress crackle to life as Greed hijacks the comms station to make an important announcement for the crew.]

Attention members of the crew, this is your captain speaking. It has come to my attention that there may be some confusion regarding ship policy in regards to slavery and the ownership thereof. To make sure there is no confusion whatsoever, there will be no practice of slavery or ownership of existing slaves on this ship while under my command. Anyone who feels the need to have a slave do all their work for them can fuck off.

Members of the crew should continue to fulfill their designated positions until further notice. Furthermore, we will be instituting a new weekly policy - from now on, Sundays will be steak night. I am also promoting our former backup pilot, Han something or other, to the position of co-pilot. Feel free to pat him on the back if that's your thing. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the rest of your voyage to wherever the hell we're going.

Five more minutes

[madeinahole]

Who: Amethyst and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 1/13/16

Because this place isn't creepy or anything, the camera is zoomed in on the sleeping face a purple woman. Eventually, she stirs in her sleep, than sits up in a daze and looks around in mild confusion.

"Wha? This isn't the temple."

She mainly sounds sleepy and bored, more than panicked or confused. She climbed out of the bunk and wandered around, the camera following discretely, and scratched at herself sleepily.

"Garnet? Pearl? Steven? Where are you guys? Where am I, for that matter?"

Yup, Amethyst sure is raking in those ratings right now guys. Just...give her a minute.

This just keeps getting better..

[bastardmonk]

Who: Sanzo & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: 1/13/16

[ Something's not right. Awareness comes swiftly, though he takes a moment to get his bearings before opening his eyes. One thing Sanzo is acutely aware of is the lack of pain. Unless he's managed to pass out for a solid week, there was no way-- not after him.

Ukoku Sanzo. God, they're so vastly out-classed by that crow bastard it's laughable.

Managing to look around, he doesn't recognize anything. The surroundings are too industrial. He's up immediately, reaching for his gun. ]

..Dammit.

[ Wherever he is, he's been disarmed. He listens attentively for a moment, though he doesn't hear any kind of activity. Joke's on them, he doesn't need his gun to deal damage. After he's had a look around, he ends up in the hospitality bay, face-to-face with an endless sea of stars. His brow furrows, mouth tipping into a deep scowl.

What the hell is this? It's not nothingness, so it's not as if his existence has actually been erased. And there's no way in hell that this is the heaven. Not that he'd want anything the gods had to give him, anyway. He'd rather rot in the ground and get some goddamn rest. ]

[ After he's positive this isn't some sort of trick, Sanzo wanders back to the cot he'd woken up on, noticing the communicator. With a bit of fiddling, he manages to turn it on and make a broadcast. ]

Whoever the hell decided this was a good idea, you made a big goddamn mistake.