time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted.

[pyroelectric]

Who: Azula + y'all
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS MARSIVA BABY
When: Idk, now.

( Cut for TL;DR on the Marsiva. )

Good evening, citizens of this... ah, fleet. I am Princess Azula, of the Fire Nation. Your newest arrival, of course. Not to worry, I've already availed myself of the answers to the standard newcomer questions.

I'm addressing you today because I believe some of you may already be acquainted with my dear brother, Prince Zuko. I do hope he's all right-- ever since we were young, you see, he's had this knack for getting himself into trouble. If it's not too much to ask, I'd be extremely grateful to anyone who can put me in touch with him. Or at the very least, let me know how he's doing. From what I understand, apparently he's switched his message apparatus off to take a long nap. I wouldn't want to interrupt.

In any case, I look forward to ... co-habitating with all of you. [No, she absolutely does not.] I suppose if you wish to introduce yourself, you may do that too.

[If it's a competition the Atroma want, she doesn't intend to lose. But she can't do anything from her current position without backup and information. As irritating as it is to have to fake interest and politeness, this will help her get the lay of the land much more efficiently than causing a scene right off the bat. There will be time enough for that later.

Plus, it will absolutely infuriate Zuko, and that's always hilarious.]

001.

[ofkirkwall]

Who: Marian Hawke & you.
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: MARSIVA, aww yeah.
When: Now, until shuffle.



[ Maker's balls it is cold.

Waking up in strange places isn't so unusual in Marian's Hawke's life, she's fairly to it by now, so she barely bats a sleepy eye when she rolls over and curls in on herself. Half mumbled words tumbling from her lips in a incoherently mess, fingers curling around whatever they can grasp in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. This continues for a good few moments until the woman manages to roll straight onto the cold metal floor. ]

─Aahh! [ There is no better way of waking someone up than a quick drop onto a cold floor - well... a bucket of water would have done as well, but thankfully there are no buckets to be seen.

It has her awake, alert as someone still gluggy with sleep can be, mope of black hair strewn about this way and that. Heart thundering in her chest a hand raises to rub the sleep from her eyes, jaw lock in evident irritation. ] Stupid Wardens, how is anyone supposed to sleep in a cot so small... [ The realization comes slow, the metal walls of the ship close enough to blurred vision to make her think she's still in Weisshaupt waiting for old men to pull their collective sticks from their asses. ] Never thought I'd miss camping out in caves─Hello...

[ Ah, there it is, that little light bulb that flicks on and says "This isn't Weisshaupt, Toto" - or it would if Hawke had any any who or what Toto was. Regardless she inhales sharp and reaches for her staff, smooth wood a comfort as she uses it to stands herself up. ]

I see we've gone to the Grey Wardens school of decor. [ A bit boring she has to say, rather bland. No dirt, no drunkard puking his guts out in the corner, no wet dog smell. Frankly it is kind of disappointing.

Once her bearings are gather it takes Hawke all of a few moments to start snooping, trying to find something - anything - to tell her where exactly she's managed to find herself now. Eventually her combings finds her a device, odd little thing that she promptly starts playing with legs across upon the very bench she woke up on. A few hours of poking has her come to a few conclusions, one; this thing is weird, two; she can swear she has seen something like this before, and three; she can talk to people on it. At least she thinks she can.

A wild guess as her flick the feed on, though the camera is at a slight angle, all smiles and more than obvious bed hair. You'd almost have no idea that she is perhaps a little rattled by all of this with the way she looks. ]

Good morning, or is it afternoon? Honestly I have no bloody idea, I tried to fun the sun but it seems that I have misplaced that alongside of almost everything else. No matter, I'm sure it'll all turn up somehow.

I'm Hawke, by the way - best to get introductions out of the way early - and I have two very important questions to ask you... [ Trailing off the screws up her nose slightly before shaking her head. ] Is there a bar nearby and how can I get there?

Locked - to Blue Fish and First Breath

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Private to the crew of the Blue Fish and First Breath
Action: Aboard First Breath
When: This morning

[As soon as the new arrivals flooded their proverbial gates, Tyrion had been watching every broadcast carefully. He only replied to one - the woman named Hawke deserved to know there were two bars, bless her heart. The rest he merely observed -- looking for his brother, his sister, his father -- any of them would result in the first broadcasted murder.

They all seemed relatively harmless. The ... two Castiels were a bit jarring. The woman named Azula, however --

He spent a very restless night trying to figure out what was it about the woman that bothered him. She was Zuko's sister, and Zuko seemed to be a fairly level-headed youth. Yet when she had spoken to Sansa and Bran?

His hand curled around a screwdriver like it was a knife.

So he put in a broadcast, carefully manipulating it so just the Blue Fish and his own crew could see it (well if the woman was dangerous he wasn't going to let his own people walk into a trap. That was just rude.)]

Good morning, Blue Fish. For those of you whom I have not been introduced to, or know from my old world, I am Tyrion Lannister. [He'll forgo the House Lannister nonsense.] You might know me as the Imp. I am wondering ... this Azula woman, Princess -- what precisely is wrong with her? There is something about her that makes my skin crawl and I simply wish to know if I am being paranoid or if she is an actual threat.

(no subject)

[idiotically]

Who: Kageyama
Broadcast: Text
Action: In the rec room of the SS First Breath
When: right NOW

[ kageyama really misses volleyball. like, really. he has his best fr-- one of his teammates here with him to play, but he lacks an actual team and practicing isn't quite the same without a net to spike the one and only volleyball hinata has over. sure, it's still fun and kageyama can still toss, but... it's not the same.

he's sitting in the recreation room, without a ball (it belongs to hinata, he has his own volleyball in his room back home, but not here) and without a net. he's a little miserable. he's used to being able to play volleyball almost every single day and it's a huge part of his life, if not what his life centers around.

being able to stay in shape is a plus but he was about to head to tokyo when he got zapped here or whatever you wanna call it. he's not great at making friends like hinata is, either, and also because i haven't posted around that much.

anyway, after lifting weights and laying there disgruntled for a while, he's going to send the following message out: ]

hey
does anyone know how to make a net

video;

[neverknight]

Who: Kanan Jarrus and you can too!
Broadcast: All
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: If you really try

[Kanan is sitting at the Málum on the Iskaulit, having himself a quiet drink as he contemplates the so-called Space Bar he passed getting to this particular alternate establishment. Neither one were quite like the cantina he used to work in back on Gorse and neither one of them had quite the crowds either. There was always a few here and there, but it would be a real stretch to ever call them packed. Which is what prompts him to take the time to look at the ship rosters.]

I've been looking at the ship rosters today. It looks like all of the ships in this fleet are at max capacity. Is that normal?

[It's not because he was trying to figure out a way to get himself and Hera on the same ship! It was just... professional curiosity. That's all.]

I also didn't bother with an introduction on my last broadcast. My name is Kanan. [And the part where he'd actually give anything about himself is abruptly not included when he decides to end the feed.]