Anonymous Text// Action: Wonderduck

[flawless_precision]

Network

[In the spirit of keeping a low profile and capitalizing on the fact that most of the people of her world haven't seen her face, Phasma decides to break the network silence with an anonymous text post in order to attempt to gather intel.]

To what extent would you sacrifice securities for freedom?

Action

[Ever since her visit to the green planet before their departure, and her conversation with General Hux, she's been playing mute aboard her ship; observing, listening, using a minimalist pantomime where absolutely necessary. She doesn't trust her crew, she doesn't trust the ship, and she doesn't trust Atroma. The one person she does trust she's agreed not to contact unless in a guaranteed secure location, which isn't anywhere on the Fleet itself.]

[She keeps to herself, but if you're lucky you might catch her making a meal to take to her quarters (or the hanger, or wherever there is a quite, lonley spot). If she does happen to appear where there are people gathered, it's on the fringe, where she can quietly observe the conversation without feeling obligated to add to it.]

[Closed] If You Talk Enough Sense, Then You'll Lose Your Mind

[apurrstate]

Who: Anders and Adalwolfe Hawke
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Three Twins Clinic
When: Forward-dated to the 9th

He was slow to wake up. Little things occurred to him first: his face itched. There was something small and warm laying on his chest, too small to be Fat Tom. The bed under him was softer than the ground he'd laid down on, but not as soft as the bed he'd left behind in Orlais.

He didn't know where he was.

There was a stirring in the back of his mind. Panic trickled through him and just behind it like fire lighting on oil was Justice, feeding on it and waking faster to respond. What if he'd been captured at last? Hawke would be waiting at Weisshaupt and never know what if-?

The blue cracks he'd felt bursting around his eyes faded as quickly as they'd shown up as Anders himself woke enough to sense the aura of comfort and safety that hung nearby. The purring warmth at his chest, the sense of magic familiar and safe and trusted to his side. He was fine. Everything was fine.

Slowly, a slightly unsteady hand rose to pet the warmth on his chest and the soft kitten-fuzz under his fingers confirmed this wasn't the rescued barn cat he'd been with last. Bleary amber eyes cracked open and a rough smile broke across his face. "Pounce?" The kitten nuzzled against Anders' jaw despite the hair there and Anders' hands came up to curl gently around his long-lost cat. "I must be dreaming." His voice was ragged from lack of use, but the happiness in it was hard to miss.

OPEN

[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental.
Action: SS Paisley
When: Morning on August 8th.

Fingon was still tired and moved somewhat slower, with more care, than his usual enthusiasm. He'd found a few scars for the trouble of dying, but otherwise had nothing to complain about. A day was all he was given to rest before he found himself on a new ship and a cake pushed into his hands in celebration.

Congratulations, you're a cook!

The assignment cheered the Elf. No leadership duties. He wouldn't be the one people looked to for orders here, outside the kitchen if at all. All he had to worry about was feeding everyone else on the ship. The first thing he'd done after being shown to his new room was to change out of his armor and into ship's clothing, though he kept the blue cloak and had it wrapped around him. He gave himself one more day to rest, holing himself up in his room.

Then it was off to acquaint himself with the kitchen! He hoped to bake for his crewmates. Barring that, he would do his absolute best to improve the taste of what food was offered. When he found his way to the kitchen, however, he stopped still, eyes growing wide in dismay.

"This cannot be all there is!"

Whether it was or not, Fingon took a deep breath before diving in, familiarizing himself with what the ship offered. It was slow going, and he burned himself more than once, but he stubbornly kept at it until he had a stew going on the stove and a tray of chocolate cookies baking in the oven.

004 || video + text

[nedstarksbastard]

Who: Jon Snow (and bonus appearance from PUPPY)
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Three Twins
When: present whoop

[video]

[Surprisingly, Jon's not the first thing you see--or hear--for this feed. Instead, what happens is that whoever's tuning in now gets a screen full of wet nose and white fur. Clearly, Jon's wolf pup Ghost's curious about this strange device, and has somehow managed to record himself. He sniffs at the screen a little more, then pads back enough to reveal that he's currently in the engine room.

It should probably be noted here that, while this is happening, there's some very, very loud music playing in the background. Some listeners, especially ones from Earth, might be able to figure out that the music sounds suspiciously similar to a certain song from the early 2000s--though the lyrics and the voice is definitely markedly different from the song they might remember.]

What are you doing with that? [And there's Jon now, feet stepping into frame before he kneels down, a look of fond resignation on his face.] How did you even get it to work?

[Ghost does not answer. Instead, he gently headbutts Jon's ankle. He demands scratchies.

Jon, with a chuckle, glances at the comm, then reaches out a hand to turn it off.]

[text]

has anyone else besides the Golden found something on their hailing arrays that shouldn't be there?

and does anyone want some discs? I've taken all that I need from this "gift", there's enough left over for whoever else might be so inclined to listen to them.

( WAKE ME UP (WAKE ME UP INSIDE) )

(no subject)

[grandstanding]

Who: The Heron crew + visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Heron
When: August

[As the ship drifts on, what are you up to this month, Herons?]

.09 and you live in a zoo

[touchofrogue]

Who: Rogue + Anyone Else
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes
When: 8/8/16

[Rogue was in the kitchen, thrilled to be well enough to be doing her job, when there was an unexpected sponsor drop. It was little more than a shoe box, and to her shock - and dread - she saw it was addressed to her.

Well, it wasn’t going to just go away on its own, so she opened it up to find a selection of pink, sparkly, tiaras. And a note: We hope these help you celebrate your special day! Put one on and smile for the camera -- PP&Co.

You had to be kidding her. Rogue made a disgusted face and got back to work. She was trying to make a chocolate cake. Once she got the concoction in the oven, however, she took a picture of several of the tiaras and sent out a general text message:]

Free to a good home.

[Later on, she puts on a deceptively simple short dress and heads out to the Iskaulit -- twenty-five. Geeze. That definitely deserved a drink. She never thought she’d live this long.]