Apr. 14th, 2016

sonofgold: (the lord is testing me)
[personal profile] sonofgold
Who: Alphonse Elric and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Vanquish if you really want?
When: April 14th

[A rather disgusted-looking Al is holding up what looks like a stack of magazines when he turns the camera on.]

Today, our lovely sponsors have sent me a stack of armor catalogs. I guess they figured that I miss my armor and would want to wear a set again... but I don't, really. I found a way to reuse my old body for other things back home, so I don't need to buy more. But that's not all... [He holds up a few images of a boy roughly his age and height modeling a very gaudy outfit.] They also want me to dress for this upcoming huge party, I guess. I don't know, do you all think I would look good in this outfit?
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[personal profile] tranqing
Who: Tuck
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Marsiva, if you want
When: Now?

[Okay, well, waking up in a bunk in a pool of your own drool when you're a CIA agent is kind of embarrassing. Thank goodness the communicators didn't capture that.

Now he's had the basic rundown, and this is quite boring, huh? He turns on the camera (Oh, look. Another Tom Hardy face.), and has the camera trained on himself as he's wadding up a piece of paper. Hello, British accent.
]

Oh, I assure you, this is scrap paper.

[He gives the camera a grin and aims for the trashcan a small distance away. He makes it easily.]

Not as fun by yourself. I'm Tuck, by the way. I'm going to be here for a while, evidently, so I suppose it would be good to introduce myself. Let's see...

[Wadding up another paper to throw.] I'm thirty. English, yes. I'm a travel agent, [Well, not true. But he's not sure if blowing his cover is a good idea yet.] and I have a son. Very bright, very handsome fellow.

Please let me know if any of the following people sound familiar: Joe, a small boy with longer blonde-ish/brown hair and dashing good looks. FDR, a thirty year-old man, not too bad-looking, light brown-ish/blonde hair, bright blue eyes, probably hit on you. Katie, a very good-looking woman, long, dark hair, wonderful personality. And Lauren, a beautiful woman, charming, with long blonde hair.

I would appreciate it greatly if you could send me in their direction. [Tossing the paper into the trashcan. He makes it and holds his arms up in the air in victory.]

I've got the basic rundown of this place, I believe. This fleet, I suppose. Do feel free to chat me up. As you can see... [He pauses to throw another ball of paper.] I'm not very busy.
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[personal profile] c0nsequences
Who: The Stalker and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Waking up on the Marsiva
When: Thursday afternoon (14 April)

[The Stalker comes awake rather suddenly. Machinery whirs around him, not the familiar sound of his Warframe. Something far larger and far louder, though further away, so the vibrations emanate through the walls instead. Why is he here? This is no dream, no trap set by the Lotus. At least, he doesn't think it is; she would have seen it prudent to strip him down to this bodysuit and take his weapons.

Time to do some investigating. Breathing slowly and trying to radiate utmost calm, he stands and strides to the door.]

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