Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!

[sansseraph]

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"

(no subject)

[theboogieman]

Who: Zhas & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: A few days after that planet is in range.

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[what is it about public network forums that invite sleep-deprived people to post weird, existential questions at three in the morning? but one insomniac has it bad this week, and the forest has not been playing well with his already-tenuous grip on reality.]

what are your dreams like?

[so, who else is awake at this hour?]

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[and if anyone on the SS Red Fish is also still milling around this late (or morning), they can find Zhas at the kitchen table, slumped over a bunch of star charts, trying to take notes and compare to a book he has open. his face paint is a little smudged on one side, maybe from his constantly trying to prop his head up against his hand.]

01; video

[seanced]

Who: Winnie Davids
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: S.S. Bishop
When: now!

[the face that greets the network looks a little relieved to have figured out the communicator, and her eyes light up, albeit briefly, before she looks around. She mutters as she brushes the confetti out of her hair]

They don't really warn you when you're going to be moved, do they . . .

[she clears her throat and turns her attention back to the screen]

Um, h-hi, I'm Winnie and - okay, being in space is kind of really cool, but - could someone answer a few questions for me? A-And tell me how I can go back home? I really can't stay here, I was kind of - busy.

[what an understatement. She looks around again, then turns the camera to the pudding desserts]

And if anyone wants some of these, I'm on the - Bishop? I don't, uh - I'm not really hungry.

action only; I'm gonna make a change

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and the crew of the Three Twins or anyone visiting
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes!
When: Now

[They may have made planet-fall and Adalwolfe is excited to see the sights, but there's one thing he's got to accomplish first. You see, these cabins on the Three Twins are decidedly small, and the beds in them are small as well. Of course, he's not going to stay in his own assigned room with Anders right there down the hall, but the situation with the tiny bed and Anders' body being apparently made completely of sharp angles has grown untenable even in this short week. It's quite a problem.

And Hawke is nothing if not a problem solver.

Late this morning, when most everyone is likely to be awake (he hopes), Wolfe can be found dragging his bed from his room to Anders', the metal frame causing resounding and unholy screeching noises as it drags across the equally metallic floor. He'd unbolted the thing with little difficulty, turned it sideways to fit it out the door, but he can't actually carry it without dragging since it's too big and even he winces with each foot he manages to pull it. He could levitate it, but his magic is much more of a blunt instrument and he's worried about banging into walls. Like the bulkhead. And knocking a hole in the ship. So he's not gonna do that.

But he may well be disturbing literally everyone else on board because of that decision, not to mention blocking the corridor for a bit. Whoops?]