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[witheringlotus]

Who: Kanda and yu you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva only.
When: Early Tuesday morning.

[video;]

[There's a cranky nineteen-year-old staring down through the feed. The feed is upside down. Someone should probably tell him.]

Where is it?

[It's not a question, it's a demand.]

My sword. Where is it?

[He leans in, blue eyes taking over the feed.] Who are you supposed to be? Some other division? [It's not the first time he's been locked up in a lab. If this is supposed to terrify him, it's not working.] You're testing me, then.

Hope you don't have anything important in here. There won't be anything left when I'm done.

Fleetwide broadcast

[gifted_witch]

Who: Lily Evans
Broadcast: Fleet
Action: In her room if you are on the First Breath.
When: Tuesday afternoon

Um, Hello fleet residents!

It's Lily and I was wondering if the other residents who come from worlds or times with magic wanted to more or less get together and discuss things. I suppose it's a bit corny but I was in school for it before I came here and the longer I'm here the more I miss being around other witches and wizards.

So if you use magic, or I suppose if you want to try to learn some. Maybe we can set up a meeting.

Just let me know.

Thank you.

i see the stars in black and white [closed]

[ranoutofluck]

Who: One hotshot pilot, one cranky grandpa, and one probably-a-Jedi
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Iskaulit, at the Space Bar
When: Uhh, 9/25?

( shoot out the lights )

ii - action/video - open

[survivalistcookbook]

Who: Eugene Woods
Broadcast: Video
Action: the Wonderduck
When: Tuesday Evening

[Eugene has been on a ship full of teenagers long enough - it's time he delivered on the promises to actually feed them adequately. Which is why he's now broadcasting from the galley, flour-speckled and far, far too pleased with himself. So pleased, in fact, that he'll just go ahead an monologue at the rest of the fleet.]

Some of you out there may have heard a saying, that there's no such thing as bad pizza. Now maybe you haven't heard this - say, for instance, if you come from a world that doesn't actually have pizza. But if you do, this is probably a pretty common truism. Whether you agree with it or not-? Well. That's a matter of taste.

[Pun fully intended, as the little curl of his lips and glint of his eye gives away. But he continues, because in space, there's no one to cue a laugh track.]

But in a hermetically-sealed tin can drifting through the cold vacuum of space, I think we can all agree that standards change. And in celebration of finally creating something that sort of, basically behaves like cheese . . .

[Camera pan to the oven, which he opens with a showman's flourish to reveal . . . a pizza! Basically. Sure, the cheese is a little more yellowish than usual, and the toppings are mostly diced canned meat product and mixed vegetable compound. But it's close enough for him to grin as he shuffles a hand into an oven mitt and withdraws his creation to rest on the stovetop.]

Voila. One down, and another five pies' worth of dough and cheese ready for the crews of the Wonderduck and Vanquish. Not exactly a New York slice, but hey, if anyone wants the next best thing this side of Alpha Centauri? Let's talk.