mopingjay

[takeabow]

Who: Nova & Friends/CR/passersby
Broadcast: None
Action: the First Breath and the Iskaulit gardens
When: Today

[ It's been days since anyone has last seen or heard from Nova, though her name is still on the ship register. Notably, Stiles' name is not. Any attempts to contact her via the comms have been hung up on or ignored. She hasn't even been out to the kitchen, let alone any of the other shared spaces on the First Breath. If a worried party were to come into her room uninvited, she wouldn't protest. Or move from staring at the wall, probably. There's evidence she's eaten, likely from packs of food squirreled away around her room, but the girl is not exactly thriving. She looks exhausted and frankly could use a shower.

At some point, she somehow makes her way over to the gardens on the Iskaulit. She craves the solace of the woods, but lacking that, this will have to do. She finds an out-of-the-way spot and sits, barefoot and in her pajamas, running the dirt through her fingers. Girl looks rough, is all. ]

(no subject)

[castrationfist]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Iskaulit
When:

[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

( god help this ship )

[privatizes]

Who: Members of the S.S. Pathstone and visitors.
Action: S.S. Pathstone.
When: It's a mingle for the month of June!

[ y'all have a new captain and first mate

i am so sorry ]

003 || video

[nedstarksbastard]

Who: Jon Snow and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Three Twins.
When: June 1st

[When the feed opens, the first thing seen is an empty bed. It's been slept in somewhat recently, you can see the mess the owner's left it in, but the owner himself is nowhere in sight--at least until someone picks the communicator up.

Congrats, folks, it's a new month and one of the first things you get to see is Jon Snow's deeply annoyed frown, framed by a shot of the--ceiling?]

And here I thought this fleet couldn't surprise me anymore. [From his exasperated tone, it's probably immediately obvious just what he thinks about this little surprise.] I hadn't been told anything like this would happen. Does it usually?

[And he turns the camera down towards his feet, which, currently, are floating a few feet off the ground. He pulls the camera back up towards his face, which is wearing an expression of utter annoyance.]

And when can I get back down?

[The feed ends right there, but curious souls can find Jon floating grumpily or trying to ineffectually steer himself along the corridors of the Three Twins! Looks like he's just gotten his first taste of an augment malfunction, and it's just made him immune to the ship's gravity drive.

What a lucky bastard.]

( 001 ) video & text

[trigeminalheadache]

Who: Caitlin Snow + YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Hospitality Deck
When: Now!

VIDEO

[ The video starts suddenly, with Caitlin sitting straight up, eyes open and wide with fear.

More than what's warranted with waking up in a strange place.

Her head bows, her eyes going directly to her wrists. It seems she's checking both of them, rubbing absently at them, as if she expected to find something. (Shackles or handcuffs, that's what she's looking for.) If she's reassured there's nothing there, she certainly doesn't look it. When she looks back up, her gaze sweeping around the room, she's trying to place where she is, what's happened. This isn't Barry's lab at CCPD, it isn't STAR Labs, and it definitely isn't Zoom's lair.

It's a few minutes before she looks right into the camera, her head tilting with curiosity. ] Hello?

[ Then the feed cuts out. ]

TEXT

[ The text follows about ten minutes later. ]

This is going to sound odd, but: whoever or whatever brought me here, thank you. I need to get back to Central City, though.

Semi-open!

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb Stark & others
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June

[text; open to all]
I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.

You have my thanks.

Signed
Robb Stark


[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.

At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...

Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.

But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]


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[aliased]

Who: Arya Stark
Broadcast: Shipwide
Action: Hospitality Deck
When: A day after she arrived.


The North Remembers.

[ the message is short but that's for a reason. she doesn't know if this place is safe and after exploring it, she wants to know if there's anyone out there.]

♛ 001;

[angelherding]

Who: Meg Masters & YOU unfortunate people
Broadcast: video
Action: Marsiva
When: now

[you're greeted with the expression of a young woman, thoroughly impressed and lounging on the bed she woke up on. She's already taken a cursory glance at the network after the confusion died down into something more like annoyance, and well - a bored and annoyed Meg is never a good thing.

She scowls for a moment, until she realizes the camera's on. Then she smirks and leans back, legs coming into view as she crosses them, getting comfortable]

So, two requests. [she holds up a finger] The quickest and dirtiest explanation you can give me. I'll be counting words and keeping track, and I may even give the winner a special surprise.

Two, [she holds up two fingers now] I'm looking for some good gossip. I'm behind on my tabloids and a girl has needs, you know? And sharing is caring, after all.

Don't keep me waiting too long, yeah?