Jan. 16th, 2016

theshabbiestofmen: (Fear ☾I'm not entirely certain that's)
[personal profile] theshabbiestofmen
Who: Remus Lupin
Broadcast:
When: January 14th, early evening

[Remus sits on the floor in James' room, back against the bed, holding the communicator in one hand. The other is tangled in his hair; he pushes his hand through the tangled curls again and again throughout this little speech. Still, he smiles pleasantly enough. This first part is easy, after all.]

Right, hello. My name is Remus Lupin, I've been here a few months, and I've noticed a bit of a trend among those taken. There's quite a few of us with-- well, abilities, for lack of a better word. Abilities that most human beings don't have. They vary, of course, but-- it's an odd consistency. I've met more people with magic than I usually do in a year. Something to think on, perhaps.

In any case: even if it's a meaningless connection-- something that has no significance beyond sheer entertainment value-- I'd be interested to hear what everyone can do. Whether you call it magic or alchemy or even if it's-- god, I don't know, if you have a talent for juggling, I'd be interested. I want to know more about what kind of company I keep.

[His smile fades, now, and he hesitates visibly.]

For example, I, ah. I'm a wizard. Wand and all. I can do magic, which means anything from transfiguration to charms to knowing what plants to use to brew a good cold remedy. It's hardly infallible, but it's certainly useful. And, ah . . .

I'm a werewolf as well. The sort that only changes once a month. It's lasted here, but I seem to have control over it. I take quite a few precautions, so-- so it won't be a problem. I'm not the only werewolf here, nor the only other supernatural creature, but--

[He shrugs. His face is pale, now, the little scars standing out sharply against his skin-- but he forces himself to keep talking.]

I'm used to keeping it a secret at home. And I'm sure others are as well. So I suppose this is a . . . a way to let everyone know. Even if they don't want to tell anyone else, they know they're not alone.

[His mouth twists in a wry smirk.]

That, and I'm tired of keeping it a secret.
therewerefifty: (oh ffs)
[personal profile] therewerefifty

Who: Makie and you guys
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: This evening


[Makie wakes feeling more relaxed and a lot clearer than she has in a long time.  It's enough that, for a time, she just stays in bed.  An odd bed, a very soft one.  Given she'd spent a year sleeping on the floor-- and her last memories-- it's a luxury she indulges in.

She knows this is an unfamiliar place. She just doesn't care. 

Eventually she pushes the coverlet back and stands, collects her shawl from the stand nearby and settles it across her shoulders.  Her clothes are clean and in good repair.  That's interesting.  The shamisen is there and she picks it up, freezing for a moment as she registers the difference in weight.  Notes it, dismisses it.  She doesn't...need it here, does she?

It's not until she explores that she begins to feel the first confusion.  This is not at all what she would have expected, alien and unfamiliar walls and machinery.  Not only that, the more she exerts herself the more the heaviness in her lungs becomes more pronounced, and eventually she sinks into a nearby chair to get her breath back.  She's better than she was by far, but she's still sick. She shouldn't still be sick.  Surely. 

All right, then.

After a while, unnerved by the silence and emptiness of the place, she begins playing her shamisen.  If she'd explored a little more, she might have found others, but she's tired.  If there are others, they can come to her instead.]


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[Eventually, a broadcast.  It's short and to the point and delivered in a thin, tired voice by a Japanese woman in a kimono with exceedingly pale skin.]

I understand this is no longer Adstringendum.  [She still stumbles over that name, even after a year.  Too many damn consonants.  And then her tone turns wry.]  It is also very clearly not the land of the dead, and this communicator is... familiar.

I apologise as you've no doubt heard these questions many times before, but I should like to know where I am and why.

merchantprince: (♪ shroud ourselves in the cosmos)
[personal profile] merchantprince
Who: The Tourist crew and visitors
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Yes
When: For the month of January! Backdate stuff if you need to!

[At some point we got a cranky human pilot. Compared to the other ships, the Tourist is still pretty small... and considering the angry cat territorial elf in the security room, maybe that's a good thing. Guests are usually welcome though.

Someone has also hidden sea salt caramel chocolate in various parts of the ship as a Fun Bonding Activity.]
takeabow: (catniss)
[personal profile] takeabow
Who: First Breathians and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: On the First Breath
When: All month!

[ it's a mingle! for the First Breath! Visitors welcome! ]

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