Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes (Three Twins med bay)
When: Now

( He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got )

Video - Open

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa isn't happy about leaving the Green Planet, but at the very least she was able to spend the entire time on its surface, aside from a visit to Lily on their ship.]

[When they do get underway, however, she receives her first sponsor pack - which is plainly visible in video feed. Also visible is one of the forest slugs, a vibrant green and blue creature, currently perched on the back of Furiosa's seat.]

Sponsors gave me a box. If anyone could use any -- [She reaches in to grab a few items; Flooter brand makeup in bright and flashy colors, metallics, and so much glitter its escaping its packaging. Sorry, First Breath] mascara, eyeshadow, blush ... there's a ton of it and I don't need it.

i - action/video - open

[survivalistcookbook]

Who: Eugene Woods, back again!
Broadcast: yes
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: August 5th, evening

action

[It's like that moment when you walk through a door and forget what you were about to do. Except replace walk with 'teleport', and replace what you were about to do with

'what possible course of events could move you instantly from your bunk to the bridge of a completely unfamiliar ship'. Surrounded by confetti. Back in the standard jumper.

Oh, and minus both crutches and leg.

One undignified topple to the confetti-strewn ground later - one made infinitely more comical for the festive music playing, probably - Eugene has the opportunity to take stock of his situation. Definitely not the Vanquish. Or any other ship he's been on. Too lost and put-out to be afraid, he sits up, finds his communicator, and stares at it flatly.]

What the hell, guys.

[No response. He's not sure why he expected one. Stare still vaguely accusatory, he opens up the network, grabs a cup of pudding, and settles in to dig for some information himself.]


video

So . . . epic mystery nap, huh.

[Eugene's managed to get to the kitchen, but he hasn't moved much since then, scanning his communicator and continuing his long, slow descent down the rabbit hole of what the hell happened. It's been months since he had to play the new-kid-in-town role, and he can't say he's feeling any more fondly toward it now than he did the last time, although for completely different reasons. Last time it was loss, outrage, disbelief. This time, it's just untethered, pure disorientation.

At least with anger, it has a direction. This is just nothing, icy-black as the vacuum of space on the other side of the hull. Dozens on dozens of voices on the communicator, and still, in every second they're quiet he doesn't think he's ever felt more profoundly alone.

He's made himself marginally presentable, finger-combed back the curly chaos of his hair and straightened his shirt. Probably should get up and make something to eat, but the gnawing unease won't let him stand just yet. Standing means looking away from his communicator, and he's still holding out hope that if he studies it long enough, it'll spit up some answer, something to make him feel even a little less lost.]

Shame on Atroma for not even giving a guy a recap episode. Can anyone tell me if I missed anything big?

in which things do not go as planned

[huaaaaagh]

Who: Kirito, OTA
Broadcast: Y
Action: SS Paisley
When: Today's fine!


( video )

[The view switches on to reveal Kirito in the Spriggan avatar, crouched low with the camera tilted up towards him. Looks like it's on the ground.]

Okay, I'm using the comm so I have a record of what this looks like. I tried to encrypt it to make it private, but that's not my augment, so who knows if it worked. Feel free to ignore!

[He finishes fidgeting with the comm, tilting it at just the right angle, then disappears behind it for a second before reappearing at a distance, one hand lifted above his head.]

Þeír hræða nótt dýpt, renn helvegr!*

[As he begins, the full spell materializes in front of him in gold text and rotates around his body; when each word is spoken, it flashes white and vanishes. Once the full incantation is done, his body is consumed by a tornado of dark smoke, obscuring him from view. There's a muffled roar, and a burst of fire immediately following, and suddenly the room rumbles, knocking the comm off-balance.

When the smoke is clear the only thing visible is the cargo bay ceiling. There's a moment of scuffling and an "ow, geez!" in the background before finally a thumping of footsteps, heavier than someone ought to have with Kirito's stature. Through the smoke, one might catch fleeting glances of curled horns, dark fur, and glowing red eyes.

When at last he speaks, his voice is oddly distorted, something off about it.]

Whoa, okay, uh- crap. ....Paisley crew? Maybe don't go to the cargo bay for a while...?


( paisley )

[Anyone who happens to feel like wandering into the cargo bay despite his warning will find a ten-foot-tall hellbeast hunched over in the corner trying (and failing) to look inconspiculous, chanting quietly and looking kind of pathetic, appearance aside.]


[*Kirito's spell is Norse. Meaning, "Frighten them, depth of the night, and chase them along the roads of Hell."]