#007

[everydayhero]

Who: Hiro Hamada!
Broadcast: Text
Action: Bishop, Cargo Bay
When: 3/11, afternoon

sooooo i might have done that "project tunnel vision" thing again. not gonna lie, it was pretty nice. i've been running maintenance so much i was starting to forget what it's like to be making something new.
i've been running around the city when i need money, but it's been brought to my attention that that isn't "socializing".
so
hi, everybody. hiro hamada here. impressionable teenager who isn't getting enough people time and is going to "end up a hermit" if he doesn't say hello to the fleet once in a while.
what did i miss??

(no subject)

[therewerefifty]

Who: Crew of the SS Windrose and visitors
Broadcast: Nope
Action:  SS Windrose
When: March

[For the ship full of extremely kickass people.  Go forth and mingle!]

(no subject)

[proudlywehailed]

Who: Orion
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Iskaulit, gym.
When: 3/11

[it seems it's question hour again. this seems to be orion's favorite way to do things.]

What do you miss most about your home world?

( 001 )

[fuga]

Who: Lauralae
Broadcast: Video
Action: On board the HS Marsiva
When: 10th until Shuffle!

VIDEO;

[ The feed opens on what appears to be nothing more than a nest of darkness, shifting only when the figure that owns it shifts. It turns out to be dark, matted hair, sticking to pale skin and only separating through small slits as gloved fingers move and press the stands away - both sweat and blood bead against her face and she sits up, breathing out hard and pushing herself away from the bed with a quick, jerking motion, as if afraid of her own shadow. Her fingers shake and her skin pale and marred, streaks of blood decorating her like an artist's paintbrush against a scarred canvas.

It takes her a little while, but she finally pushes herself up. There is silence for a moment, only broken by the sound of her heavy breathing, until her hands reach out and pick up the device. The feed itself shakes with her fingertips, almost more bone than flesh, until she speaks, voice low and hoarse, exhausted. ]

Where am I.

[ Anyone currently on board the Marsiva will find her on the same bed she had woken up on, surrounded by what seems to be a circle of red with her legs tucked under her - what, exactly, she had been doing was a matter worth debating, but she seemed fit to faint under the weight of nothing sooner than she would be fit to explain anything. ]

SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: NO!
Action: The Bloodsport
When: Now! Soon! Whenever!

[The pilot isn't living on the ship, the Captain is still a weirdo and civilians nearly outnumber other augments. Welcome to the Bloodsport mingle!]