Aug. 1st, 2016

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Aug. 1st, 2016 12:52 am
reek: (pic#10294173)
[personal profile] reek
Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide, second part only
Action: Paisley, first part
When: 8/1

ExpandSS Paisley )

Video

[ For those of you who missed Theon's meltdown on the Paisley, it's probably for the best. It wasn't a pretty sight, but later in the evening when the feed flickers to life and Theon greets the network, he clearly isn't himself.

He's disheveled, exhausted, and he actually doesn't spend time boasting about himself or his family. His message is short, to the point, and spoken in a hoarse voice.
]

Half of Westeros is already here. [ His eyebrows knit together. He's clearly been worrying about something. ] Can someone be prevented from coming here as well?
bullhorned: (Freakin' Highborns)
[personal profile] bullhorned
Who: Gendry
Broadcast: NEVER
Action: On the Iskaulit and the Golden
When: August

The Golden

He'd went to sleep in his nice comfortable bed on the planet, completely oblivious to the notion that the fleet would be leaving that very same night. It was simply one of those things for which he'd had no intention of worrying about it. He woke with a start later because his augment was designed for one thing, which was to tend to the ship's engines. So when the ship began to sound just a bit ragged, he instinctively rolled off the floor the Atroma had unceremoniously dumped him in.

So they were right. He muttered some curses, then pulled himself up to his feet and went to work. After an hour making careful calibrations and monitoring the sensor readings (thank gods he'd learned to read!), he was finally able to return things to what he thought was comfortable. He would afterwards reflect that he really had absolutely no idea what he'd been doing, but the important thing was that the ship hadn't blown up and that this was about the best anyone could hope for. Though as he looked at the contents of what he had to work with, an idea had begun to come to mind.

Some days later, his crew would find him having already removed many of the panels off the stove as he tried to find a way to increase the heat. This was only his preliminary efforts, but he was fully convinced that he could cobble up the components he would need to make a workable forge up here in space. He had the experience, the knowledge, and absolutely none of the permission required to make it a reality.

(tl;dr: find gendry tearing up the kitchen, working on the ship, or paying a little too close of attention to what the exercise equipment is made of.)

The Iskaulit

At some point, someone had the decency to tell Gendry that he wouldn't have to live the rest of his life confined to one tiny ship trying to take things apart in order to stay busy. Instead he was able to live his life confined to several ships, one of which was large enough to be its own sort of marketplace. So one shuttle ride later and he was there!

There was absolutely nothing that interested him. The purpose of the gym eluded him, he didn't want to meditate, he barely could read so books were right out, he wasn't feeling particularly devout, and he hadn't been long enough away from the planet to feel particularly sentimental about seeing plants being grown. So that only left the space bar. With the well practiced ease of a man who spent an awful lot of time on a medieval world, he ordered an ale. What he received wasn't quite as frothy or watery or dirty as what he was used to drinking, but it was certainly a beverage. Eventually a few drinks later and he finds himself sitting on a bench in the public art display, staring at the mural of an artificial sunset.

(tl;dr: gendry can be found at the bar, checking out the art exhibit, or otherwise just wandering the iskaulit taking in the sights for the first time..)
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[personal profile] pain_train
Who: Windrose crew and friends!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: All Windrose, all the time
When: In the general August area

[We may be sad to leave the beautiful planet behind, but we still have each other!]
helluva_pilot: (bb-8 good buddy)
[personal profile] helluva_pilot
Who: Calling all Capringles, it's time for a camingle!
Broadcast: nope
Action: On the good ship Caprine
When: August

[Ready to meet the newest addition to the crew? He'll be around...]
steeledskin: (# la belle dame sans merci)
[personal profile] steeledskin
Who: Sansa Stark, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide; Anonymous
Action: Blue Fish, Iskaulit
When: Afternoon to late evening

( ANONYMOUS TEXT: )
What should you do if someone you have never met -- never in your life -- hates you? What should you do if they are rude and horrible and ill-mannered and they won't tell you why?

I have done bad things. I know I have. But nothing to deserve this.

( ACTION: )
[ when she isn't indulging in her very self-centered sort of misery, sansa is aboard the blue fish. she has finally decided to make a brave attempt to decorate the door to her room, and so far has only managed to paint the bone-white bark of what will eventually be a tree.

and then -- well after the hour when she ought to have been in bed -- sansa does something unanticipated. unexpected. she takes a shuttle all by herself! and she lets it pilot her back to the iskaulit, where she walks the halls with slow and careful purpose until she arrives at the garden. she makes a seat for herself far from the door, and she breathes in the smell of soil and plant-life. already, and despite its bewitching magicks, she misses the well-wooded planet so recently departed. ]
tallasaking: (Standing alone)
[personal profile] tallasaking
Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

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