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[neversets]

Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

video : locked to the Heron

[diplomacme]

Who: padme amidala & you
Broadcast: video to the Heron
Action: on the Heron
When: right now

[ Padme is sitting at her desk when the feed opens. Her manner is businesslike but still approachable. ]

Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Padme and I've recently been promoted to first mate of the Heron. If you have any concerns or suggestions for the operation of the Heron, my door is always open. I'm also available as a counselor-- or just someone to talk to.

[ If anyone happens to be looking for her, Padme will be in her office most of the day, usually scribbling notes or reading. But her door is open. ]

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[faithfulwisdom]

Who: Finrod
Broadcast: One for the crew of the Bishop and one for CR
Action: He's hanging out on the Bishop, if you want
When: Slightly backdated, let's say 5/9


[Video, locked to the Bishop]

[There’s a noticeable difference from Finrod’s usual appearance on the communication devices. His easygoing demeanor is gone, replaced by a decidedly more commanding air. He has chosen one of his finer tunics for this, and his hair is carefully braided back and away from his face.
As the video begins, he sits perfectly straight, his shoulders squared, and a confident , welcoming smile on his face. With a polite little dip of his head, he begins to speak, his tone more formal than most may be accustomed to hearing.]

Le suilannon

There are, I believe, a few of you I have not yet met- something I hope to remedy soon- but for that reason, I think it best to start with an introduction. I am Finrod Felagund and I have been serving as a Communications Officer aboard the Bishop for quite some time now. None of you have failed to notice, I am certain, the recent departure of several of our crew members, including our former captain. Due to these changes, I have been promoted to the position of captain.

I wish to assure you, first, that I have no shortage of experience in the role of a commanding officer. I have spent the last several hundred years as a leader, on and off the battle field. Secondly, I wish to welcome you all to come to me with any difficulties you may have, or simply so that we might know one another better. The invitation will remain open as long as I am aboard this vessel.

I look forward to continuing to work with all of you.

[Video, locked to his friends (minus Maglor), if you think he would have included you in the list, you are probably right.]

I have a favor to ask of you, if I might. My cousin, Maglor, has arrived and will, no doubt, have difficulty adjusting at first. [And there’s something else that worries him. How worn Maglor seems at times, how weary. But he is hesitant to speak of that aloud, let alone to a group.] I ask only that you show him the same generosity and kindness that you have shown me in my time here. He is, by and large, an agreeable sort, even if he may be a touch thick-headed at times.