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[mistyday]

Who: Misty and all you revelers
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: The FS Starlight
When: All night long!!! It's Mardi Gras!!!

[Aww everyone look at this cute hippie girl with her sweet southern drawl not having a mental breakdown like the last time most of you would have seen her. She's also got a more festive get up on: a shiny gold bodice fits over her flowing black dress, bright purple and green scarves drape around her shoulders, and a jaunty top hat sits on her head. Grinning from ear to ear, she addresses the fleet:]

Hey y'all this is Misty! I don't know how much or what folks here know about Earth holidays and all that, but today's a big one where I come from: Mardi Gras. It's like... this big feast day right before a period of fastin' in preparation for Easter. It won't be the same without the parades and the costumes and the food - ain't got no gumbo in space apparently - but I found this sweet club called that plays some pretty good jazz and I sure would appreciate some company if y'all are interested in a little fun!

[After giving the location of the club and what time she'll meet you there, she picks up a glass full of what looks like beer and tilts it in the direction of her audience.]

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

[Let the good times roll, and feel free to use this as a mingle post if you like!]

video / action for the marsiva | first cent | RWBY spoilers

[combatready]

Who: Penny and whoever
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now-ish

[ The video feed turns on to show a red-headed teenage girl just kind of. Sitting up in one of the hospitality deck cots. Her eyes are open, but she's not moving at all. Even breathing, if you're observant enough to notice that sort of thing.

That's because she's still in the process of booting up. A robot like Penny isn't meant to be hard shut-down unless she's getting tuned up, so the process takes a bit. The self-diagnostics don't know what's going on - how is the body fine when it clearly shouldn't be?

Still, after a few moments she does come online.

That's when she seems to snap awake, her eyes widening. ] What- [ She scrambles backwards, falling off of the cot, dragging the sheets with her. She lands with an audible THUD that might suggest she's heavier than her size would indicate.

Eloquent first impression.

Penny peeks up from behind the cot, glancing around, a confused expression on her face. Her databanks don't know where this place is, nor can it even place the architecture. And her sensors pick up SPACE from behind those windows to the side. ] Where is this? [ She's been repaired, but by who? And... HOW? And brought here...?

Is she....? No, this is far too real.

Penny picks herself up, taking another look around. ]

Hello? Is anybody there?

video + action || the first

[speedboat]

Who: Howard Stark and YOU (I'm sorry)
Broadcast: Video Transmission, Fleet-wide.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now

[ howard begins by painstakingly peeling himself up off the surface of the deck. this is a familiar position for him so he's not overly worried, smoothing back his hair as he rises unsteadily to his feet. he blinks heavily a few times, expecting his eyes to be heavy and for the customary knock in his head to follow. nothing happens. he feels remarkably alert, actually. wait a second...

the hairs on the back of his neck raise up, triggered by that eerie feeling of being watched. ] If this is a ransom demand, you're going to be sorely disappointed. [ it's not directed at anyone, scarcely above a mumble, he doesn't know anyone can hear him yet. howard steps towards the viewing ports, sticking his hands in his pockets and wondering what form of trickery this could possibly be. very advanced and very clever, surely, but just as frustrating. ]

I must admit, I'm impressed with your holographic technology. I could almost believe I were really in space... if we weren't at least a few decades off from such an advancement anyway. [ unless, they aren't. that disquiets him, smugness dropping from his tone as he continues to look around, but his voice only grows smaller. ] ...Hello?

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[pain_train]

Who: Wrath, Theon, anyone else who wants to be a spectator for this train wreck (Beverly Crusher, Paisley crew?)
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Paisley
When: About an hour after Theon's little meltdown

[Wrath is not at all surprised Theon didn't show up. Just confirms that Theon is an idiot, and she's not even that much more irritated when she has to depart the Iskaulit and head for the Paisley on her shuttle.

She arrives in style; full body armor, modified to her specs (which means there's a lot of pink), sword at her hip, and a length of chain wrapped around her chest from torso to waist. Thanks to Beverly, she's feeling no pain, barely even limping, and comes in with a relentless pace that might bring an avalanche to mind. She's also, perhaps incongruously, carrying a small potted plant under one arm.

Now, whether any of that sounds intimidating when coupled with the bright pink hair and the fact that she's barely 5'3" is a matter for opinion.

She's got a surprisingly deep and very penetrating voice when she shouts. Parade ground voice.]

THEON. I am here to PERSONALLY drag your wet little ass out from under that rock.