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[brainiest]

Who: Hermione Granger & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Vanquish
When: 10/08

[ There's a bit of movement as the feed comes on, and there's a flash of orange and a quiet 'meow' before Hermione actually gets the camera to focus on her - and she's smiling, a little shy but still there. She might have been used to making broadcasts in the Drabwurld, but things feel a little bit different here on the fleet - and a lot more public. ]

Hi. So, my name is Hermione Granger, for anyone that doesn't know, and I was hoping to start a sort of... Greenhouse, for all of us to use, for herbs and plants for the labs. I just wanted to see if anyone had anything that they wanted to grow there?

[ She stands up, moving to one side before she turns the feed, pointing it down at her desk where there's an odd assortment of seeds organised into little pots, all with neat labels and ordered into fewest to most, for those that care. There's a garden there already, but having one entirely dedicated to herbology might be useful. ]

I have a handful already, and I think I can handle setting things up with a bit of transfiguration, but if anyone had some ideas or wanted to help I'd be more than happy to listen. It won't be on the Vanquish, of course, but somewhere on the Iskaulit for anyone to use... Eventually. I'm not entirely sure how long this sort of thing might take to set up, honestly. I'm hoping to build a little potions room, too, if anyone's magical like me.

[ ... At least she has dirt, literally, from the planet? ]

Anyway! Thank you, for listening, and let me know. Thank you!

Eleasis 13 1370 dr

[child_of_bhaal]

Who: Syeira and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Red Fish, other ships, Iskaulit
When: Beginning 8/10 and ongoing

[Red Fish]

Hello Red Fish. Here she is. Again. Clean as a whistle, in her clothes that should be less than dust, all neat and tidy. Even her hair is brushed. But somehow she still looks like a wreck. Probably due to the all over flush and the sweating due to her raging fever. And also the fact that she feels as weak as a newborn kitten. She stumbles, leaning heavily against walls when she can't keep to her feet.

[On your ship, her first week back]

Somehow, she's there. Feverish, very likely still dressed for bed. Because that's where she ought to be. But no, she's on your ship. Wandering around, maybe looking for someone, or something. Talking to herself softly, deliriously. How did she fly a shuttle in this condition? Probably very poorly.

"Here...Here? Wrong place. Or the right place?"

[Iskaulit, first week]

She has a stick of charcoal in her hand and she's chosen some spot, a wall or floor, perhaps in the garden or the gym, or one of the bars or even a hallway, and she's furiously drawing. It's just lines and smudges in black on black. The more she tries to make it make sense, the less it seems to, and the more her obvious frustration grows.

"I saw...I saw but it won't come out..." There's black streaks across her face, her hands and on her shift. She's still a weak, feverish mess.

Video + Action | So a mage and a Spirit wake up in the same body...

[apurrstate]

Who: Anders + you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Málum
When: 8/10, the day after this post

//Video//
[When the video clicks on, it's to show Anders in the Three Twins med bay, this time awake and clearly a lot more awkward about adressing the network than he'd been a week back. On top of that, he's ten years older than he was a week back, although for all his gauntness and heavily apparent exhaustion, he might as well look an extra thirty years older.

Time has not been kind to the man who once shined his charisma and humor on the fleet.]

Hello. Sorry, apparently I've been in one of those comas that happen here, although mine was one of those that came new memories. So, if we had an appointment of any kind, I'd appreciate the reminder I'm...still a little scattered on...well, everything. It's been a while, but also hasn't. [It was an attempt at humor, but his tone falls flat and the smile that hesitantly tries to stretch his lips doesn't seem to know if it even belongs there and dies quickly.]

For those on the Three Twins, I apologize for being unavailable. The clinic will be up and running as it should be, erm, well, tomorrow. Tonight, I'll be at the Málum. [Maker how he wished it could be getting drunk instead of simply appeasing Adalwolfe's overprotective concern.]

Sorry to anyone who I might have caused concern.

[He clicks off the transmission with another awkward half-smile and then sets about contacting those he needed to the way Adalwolfe had shown him.]

//Private to Fenris and Marian//
[Can he get away with not talking to them? Probably not. Which is why he contacts them with voice only, not quite willing to look either of them in the eye when his memories, thoughts and emotions were still so jumbled and confusing.]

I remember Kirkwall. [And the hole in the sky, but that was far less important when it came to them.]

//Action-Málum//

He'd told Hawke he'd follow him as soon as he'd sorted some things at the clinic. Well, now those were sorted and he'd come as promised to the bar his boyfriend worked at. He certainly didn't mind being close to his fellow mage while he worked, in fact he took some solace in Adalwolfe's nearness, he just wasn't sure he wanted to be out in public just yet either. How long had it been since he'd even been in a crowded place? Three years? They'd been on the run for so long, if it weren't for their village they'd adopted, he'd almost be afraid he'd completely forgotten how to talk to other people.

Anyone who might happen upon him or come looking for him in the bar would find him sitting at the counter, something strong he wasn't drinking and food he wasn't touching placed in front of him. His eyes occasionally darted up to follow Hawke with clear affection and adoration in them, but they'd inevitably fall back to the bar's surface as though attempting to memorize the patterns in the grain there.

He so wished he could call Justice up just to tell him to sod off for one night. Maker damn him, he just wanted to get drunk one last time. The things you don't appreciate when you're younger and not hosting a spirit who chases all the alcohol from your system before it can even settle in.

There were a lot of things he didn't appreciate ten years ago.

Only a week ago.

He sighed. Even without the booze, his head was swimming.

ᴏᴏ2 : ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ/ᴛᴇxᴛ

[privatizes]

Who: Tony Stark privatizes and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: S.S. Pathstone.
When: Now!

[ tony is currently on board the pathstone, if you want to bother him in person. sitting in his captain's chair and fiddling with something in his hands, as he usually is. he's been working on a large variety of projects lately, including (but not limited to): a hovering wheelchair, reversal of brain control, and trying to reinvigorate his arc reactor that the emotional tree of life had given him for holding hands.

god, he misses home.

but as his current projects are 1) a work in progress, 2) practically non-exsitent, and 3) almost there (in that respective order), tony requires the help of the population. especially since he doesn't have the engineering augment and the pathstone lacks an engineer. figures, right? god.

anyway -- ]

Soooo...

[ he pauses ]

-- I'm just going to cut to the chase and say that I need stuff, and you all might have that stuff. You should give it to me so I can make even better stuff. It's going to be for the good of the general population, I promise. [ no, really ] And -- who do I have to kill to get an engineer on board? Because this would all be a hell of a lot easier if I had what Atroma considered an engineer on board.

[ is tony stark still salty over the fact that he is not, apparently, considered an engineer by the standards of the atroma? you bet your ass he is. ]

The list is gonna be sent out in a text -- if you want to part with any of it or trade for stuff, let me know. I'm Tony Stark. Captain of the Pathstone. Don't ask me why I am, or how I got there. The question is getting old. Thanks.

[ and the video feed cuts, only for a text to be sent out: ]

( [ NEEDED.TXT ] )

[ and, once that is sent out, an additional encrypted feed pops up: ]

( [encrypted to: the pathstone/ viewable to the avengers] )

text. he sells seashells by the seashore

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max and you!
Broadcast: Text
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit bar
When: After deploying from the planeeet.
Note: If you have something you wanna do with Max that isn't re: this post, we can do a wildcard thing!

[Max has been relatively quiet since their stay on the planet. Maybe it's the whole hugging business leaving him even more vocal than before — maybe it's the fact that he had to shoot someone, which is kind of a reason to lay low. But hey, Max has stuff he can trade off, and he's not about to lose the opportunity just because he's an asocial hot mess. A text goes out, simple enough:]

got a lot of seashells in good shape. will trade them for scraps. metal. weapon parts, auto parts, anything else you have. 

might use them for explosives later otherwise. good for shrapnel.

[........ That's normal, right, making bombs. Bombs are very useful, guys. Um. Hrm.]

they look


nice.

[That means pretty, in restless Australian scavenger code. Attached is a photo. See.]



[One can find him on the Starstruck, pilfering through them to see which ones survived the trip back into space without incident.

Yeah, go ahead and imagine him on a beach collecting shells. It's embarrassing but it's true.

He's gonna be stopping by the bar, mostly to maybe offer Nami some. Maybe. He's not sure. Look, he already gave her something for her birthday, okay? If he keeps giving people stuff, he's gonna end up looking like a semi-decent dude, and we can't have that, can we. He can be found at the bar with a bag of aquatic-related goodies, his old dog Rock laying down near his feet. He's got an old conch in his hand that he's studying curiously before placing up against his ear. He almost looks kind of relaxed by it. Shockingly.]