And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

[thespaceopera]

The Captcha is upon us, but the party isn't over! Feel free to continue your threads here, start new ones, and continue the dance party!

- Original Mingle
- OOC Post

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Action

[kill_switch]

Who: Sparring Sessions
Broadcast: Video - private
Action: Cargo Bay on the First Breath
When: Sunday Afternoon on the first of the month

Private Video
[Those that responded to her open broadcast expressing interest in the event will receive a private video with the time, date, and location of the intended sparring sessions, as well as the following notice;]

[She may not be wearing the warpaint but she is using her Imperator voice. Considering some of the conversations she had in her original broadcast, she wanted to make sure there were no misconceptions about what was going to be happen here;] These sparring sessions are a way to keep our bodies and skills honed as well as teach others how to defend themselves. It is not a match to the death. If anyone is found intentionally putting others at risk they will not be invited back.

Bring your own water.

Action

[Furiosa has cleared as much space in the cargo bay as possible, relocating smaller crates and boxes to her own quarters, and pushing the larger ones off to the side. The crates that remain offer various seats and perches around an open area where the sparring will take place. There is enough space to get a few pairings going at the same time, but it's otherwise pretty tight depending on the turnout.]

[Furiosa herself is in her usual Wasteland getup - minus her scrap prosthetic.]

[[ooc: Tag in, tag around, have fun! This is a semi-open event; Furiosa only sent the details to people who expressed interest, but won't be turning anyone away.]]

Video

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Pathstone unless asked to go somewhere
When: Now-ish?


[The broadcast is very unusual, coming from Cole. He replies, sometimes, but he very rarely initiates communication through the network.

The camera points at the ceiling, catching just the edge of Cole's hat. He has it in his lap but doesn't try to look into it.]

I need someone who is able to kill me if I turn into a demon. Cassandra promised to, but she's gone and Jove and Solas said they would, but with them gone, I need someone to make sure I'm not a danger to people.

First Cut

[walljumper]

Who: Talon and whoever!
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: Marsiva if at all
When: Nowish

[The video blips on, communicator turned to one side on a table as if it were never picked up. Of course, that's because it wasn't picked up. It takes a moment of focusing before something blurs on by, something that if you slowed the video feed down a lot looks a lot like a shirt. Maybe. Probably.

At least, that's the most sensible guess when someone can be seen mashing his face into a nearby window, voice full of awe and wonder.]

Whoa! That's so many stars! I mean, I've seen them before but it's like there are a hundred times more and they're so close! [Talon laughs, and despite the fact that his voice is relatively deep, he sounds... downright childish, really. His hair is shock-white, perhaps tinged with just a little blue to it, and it sticks out at odd angles to form a fluffy mess.

After a moment, he turns away from the window, revealing olive-toned skin, wide, brown eyes, and a bright smile that's far too wide and earnest to be faked.]

Haley, come here, you've gotta see this! [Haley? Well, judging by the way he looks around and finally pauses, he's... finally realised he's not in Kansas anymore. Welp.] ... Haley? Oh, I wonder if I made her mad last night...

[Scratching his cheek, he considers that for a moment, looking around the Marsiva.] ... Where are we, anyway...? [ISN'T THAT THE FIRST QUESTION YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD, TALON...]