(no subject)

[goldenglasses]

[The first clue Vash had was waking up and finding out he had been made Captain. That seemed odd. He hadn't been captain for more than a couple days before Ino put in the request when this cycle first began. It was confirmed when he checked Ino's room and she was not just in deep sleep but gone completely.

He finds the letter left for him and smiles. He really isn't sure what happens when people leave. Most seem to think they go home. He likes that idea and hopes it's true. Alright, his first responsibility as captain. Let people know.

Being captain sucks.

He'll find the crew of the Three Twins personally and speak to them one on one if they haven't already found out themselves. Then he should next tell... oh man. This was not going to be easy.]

Private to Hiro

Hiro. Are you there? It's Vash. I need to speak to you.

[Because he at least deserves to be told in person one on one. In fact everyone who who had a gift left behind will get a private message from Vash.]

Private to those getting gifts

Hello, this is Vash of the SS Three Twins. I need to speak with you please. [If Vash knows you it will likely be a little less formal.]

Open to all

[Vash wishes he knew all of Ino's friends. So he could let them all know one on one. With no one else he could think of and the ones with gifts having been notified Vash let's everyone else know.]

Hello Fleet. I'm sorry to say that Ino has been returned home. [It's nicer to say than vanished. True or not.] So I have been made captain of the SS Three Twins. She was a great Captain and I know she will be missed. I'm sorry everyone.

002 greendream | video & action

[greensights]

Who: Jojen Reed
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: First Breath
When: Now

[ That creepy kid that looks like he hasn't slept and maybe witnessed a murder or two is back at it again. This time the dark eyebags aren't all he's sporting- he looks unusually pale with a sheen of sweat over him, causing his blonde hair to stick to his forehead. A seizure on top of overexerting himself has taken its toll. Yeah, it's probably impressive he's coherent with his fever back at it. ]

I believe I need a maester's advice.

[ Ever since he arrived he felt better than he had in a long time, but he had easily been abusing that, so used to pushing ahead beyond the wall. He's forgotten how he should behave. Maybe he caught something from a crewmember, either way, he feels like pond scum heated up. ]

I no longer have tea for my fever.

[ If anyone wants to check on him, he's on the First Breath. ]

Fleetwide Video

[thetruehistorian]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Caprine or Iskaulit
When: 9/24

Another week, another shuffle, and another wave of newcomers. I hope you feel welcomed. Also congratulations to Vash, I see you've been given a few new responsibilities.

There seem to be a number of intrigues afoot. It isn't only our friends or loved ones who may come and join us here in the drifting fleet. Enemies, too, it seems may be drawn to us. I suppose there's a logic to it, given the introductory story we've all had implanted in our minds. What better way to gain viewership than to add a bit of drama into the mix, no?

I'll admit to having a few personal grudges myself, though for the most part my experience has been that individuals are less antagonistic than groups of a shared ideology. There are exceptions, however. For instance a man from my own world, Spandam, without the backing of Cipher Pol, is nothing more than a loud-mouthed weakling hardly even worth the time it would take to break his jaw so that we might be spared his idiotic prattle. Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, on the other hand, is by all accounts a true believer in the concept of Absolute Justice, and poses the double threat of being able to back such an extreme ideology with considerable physical strength. Some of you out there might find you like him quite a bit.

All of this leads to my questions for members of the fleet at large. How many here can say they have enemies of their own living amongst us? How did you respond to them, or how did they respond to you? Is it a common occurrence?

If you haven't had your enemies arrive, tell me who you would least like to see show up in the shuffle lists? What do you think you would do if they showed up?

Have any of you made enemies from realities other than your own? What drove you to such a relationship?

Due to the personal and inflammatory nature of such questions, you may respond anonymously if you prefer.

[OOC: if you want to post anonymously, just write anon in the subject heading!]

(no subject)

[recollected]

Who: anya
Broadcast: voice
Action: on the tourist!
When: shortly after the shuffle

Look.

[this first word is spoken tersely, but she's following up quickly, exasperated.]

This place seems nice enough. The view is fine, and I assume I'm supposed to be grateful for the pudding, but I really can't stay here. I don't know who brought me here or how. In fact, that's just the beginning of the long list of questions I have, so if I could talk to whoever's responsible for this, that would be great. Thanks.

[she figures that her multitude of other questions (why and how is she in space? how does she know the basics of how to use this communicator, not to mention the other new knowledge she's suddenly acquired? has she lost more memories and forgotten being transported here?) will be answered if she manages to speak to the aforementioned party, so - with that, she turns off the broadcast.]

action, tourist

[between responses on the network, she can be found poking into - well, anywhere on the tourist (sans private rooms, of course), curious to explore. if she sees anyone, she'll stop inspecting whatever it is she's looking over to speak up.]

...Hello. I'm Anya. I saw something that said Tourist, is that the name of this place?

(no subject)

[metachrosis]

Who: Espio
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Text
Action: On the Golden
When: September 23rd, because shuffle!

[By now, everyone must be used to people wondering how and why they're here, and then perhaps throwing confused temper tantrums over being here. Surely the new passengers ought to be filled with questions for all the lovely people within the Fleet to answer? Or perhaps accuse everyone of kidnap?

After being on the Marsiva, and now being on this little ship, Espio has managed to work his way through what confusion he had, and now he's just... angry. If he could encrypt this somehow, there would be a very angry wall of incomprehensible ranting on the network as he vents, but since his ID number will be associated with him eventually, his anger is condensed into two simple sentences that express none of his feelings and don't help him feel better at all:]

That's the third time. Hope you know I hate every single one of you.

[No signature is given. He doesn't care to identify himself right now.]


[And on the Golden...

The confetti was unappreciated. The pudding... well, okay, that got eaten, because while it was kind of plastic-tasting to him it was still a free sweet. Espio isn't particularly inclined to explore his new surroundings, though. He's kind of still mad at said surroundings. His exploration of the vessel is therefore slow, consisting mostly of lurking in corridors or on the bridge, pulling faces at things, and shooting any fellow crew members an irritable glare rather than doing the sensible thing and introducing himself.]

What do you want?

that was the worst nap in the world

[nerdeology]

Who: Mikleo & Visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Huntress
When: 9/25 (and on)


( some introspective )

( action; locked to sorey )

[Hours later he wakes again; he doesn't even remember falling asleep. His eyes are still puffy and damp, and somehow he feels more tired, not less, but that doesn't stop him from realizing that he's not on the Marsiva anymore, but rather in his own bed on the Huntress. He casts his gaze wearily around the room at his limited belongings: the elegantly crafted staff hanging on the wall, little pieces of artwork he'd collected from their previous stops, a lovingly packed bookshelf, the half-finished embroidery he'd stored in the corner of the room by the desk. It's been too long and his memories are still too muddled- he can't tell if anything is different, but it smells... lived in, somehow, despite his absence. He's uncertain of that's a good sign or a bad one. He knows Sorey's been here; the project he'd been working on is missing, now that he knows to look for it. The sheets smell like him.

He glances down at his comm, and a flood of memories greets him; the messages people had left for him, some expecting him to come back, hoping he'd come back. Hearing that everyone else is okay. Hearing Lailah's voice, Lailah, who hadn't been here before they changed, who must have shown up in the middle of all of this horrible mess, who severed the pact to save them all, who's been taking care of Sorey in his absence and still trusts him to be the Shepherd despite everything. Dezel, who must understand what he's feeling right now, whose words echo the ache in his heart. And Sorey--

Sorey--

...I need to...

He tries to get out of bed, but his knees are shaky and too weak to move himself on his own; he barely makes it two steps before they buckle beneath him and he collapses in a heap on the floor. Cursing under his breath, he pulls his body up to the door, but even doing that much saps his strength and leaves him trembling. He can't even stand up enough to open it.

Frustrated and desperate, too woozy to force himself any further, the best he can manage to do is slump against the wall beside the exit, his hand on the floor, periodically rapping his knuckles against the bottom of the door. The sound is quiet but steady; all he can hope is that the noise echoes in the hall enough to be heard. He'd left his comm on the bed and out of reach, and with the sub lord pact broken, he can't connect with the Shepherd or the other seraphim at all. The best he can do is wait, and pray, that he's noticed before too long. He can't bear another minute alone like this, but he'll do this for hours if that's what it takes.

Someone- anyone. Please... I need...

Sorey...

...I'm here.

I'm right here.

Come back.]

-----

( ota; days in the aftermath )

[After he's been found and properly looked after, Mikleo will be in his room, laid out or sitting up in bed, still exhausted but available for visitors over the next week or so. Maybe the news of his return spreads around, or perhaps a Huntress resident/visitor just stumbles upon him- either way, his door is unlocked, although he can't promise to be particularly good company. Sorey is likely with him or hovering nearby, unless visitors or Mikleo can nudge him off to take a break (which he will sorely need on occasion) but he won't really interfere with the company Mikleo gets. He might just be sleeping.

Mikleo will also be responding to any messages via comm, for those less inclined to visit in person. He's too weak to do much else right now, unfortunately.]