Open | A Monthly Starstruck Mingle!!

[theroadwarrior]

Who: The SS Starstruck's crew and visitors...!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the SS Starstruck
When: November 1st—31st!

Everyone get your mingle on for November! This is a quick post for the Starstruck, have at it.

It's time for your monthly Capringle Mingle <3

[moonofmylife]

Who: All Visitors and Crew aboard the Caprine
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Yeah!
When: Now

[Monthly mingle for the SS Caprine, get.]

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[reconstitution]

Who: Bucky & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Heron
When: 11/2

[ Hello, fleet! Today you get a message from someone who's been more than a little absent the past month. Some people may be more aware of it than others, but he's finally crawling out of the woodwork.

Waking up has been more than a little disorienting, because he didn't recall falling asleep, or when. It makes him uneasy, a solid weight sitting in his gut. The last time he couldn't remember things, it wasn't so great for the fleet. ]

What year is it?

Not sure how long I was out..Is everyone okay?

text / action on the Blue Fish

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb & you!
Broadcast: to all
Action: to all / people who are on the Blue Fish
When: 2nd of November

Network/text
My name is Robb Stark.

I wish to know if those who know me are still here.

You have my thanks.


On the Blue Fish
[After waking up Robb does not stay inside his bed for long. He can be seen walking towards the showers, followed by a trip towards the kitchen because he is hungry enough that he can eat an entire horse. He is also thirsty enough that he can drink an entire river.

After that he goes to visit his siblings to check up on them, knocking their doors to see if they are still on this ship.

He has a hammering headache and finds it difficult to determine how he feels. From the second he woke up until now it feels as if he has been slammed into a wall. He had not expected his lady wife to be here all of a sudden and he is somehow scared to hope for some sort of future together here.

After eating he can be found inside the weaponry, doing his duty as if nothing has really changed. As if he isn’t anything else but a corpse back home while lord Bolton’s bloody words keep echoing in the back of his mind.]

text/action. we aaaall are living in a dreaaam but life ain't what it seeems

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish / Iskaulit Bar
When: November 2nd (or somewhere abouts, if you need a different day)

Warnings: post might deal with mental illness-related talk, potential darker themes like conversations regarding non-consensual icky hallucinations, memory/mention of torture, etc. It's possible that it'll be a pretty light post and none of this comes up depending on how threads go, but I wanted to put out a blanket warning in case I forget. This is a heavier post from Sam! No happy augment glitches today or alien chicks with pancakes, sorry buddies. :(

[ACTION]

Sometimes augment updates happen in pretty unextraordinary ways. Sam laid down to sleep on the 30th, and woke up the 31st to find that he had a vast array of new memories and scars — but not quite so simple. He remembers being bound by his ankles and wrists to the chair in a sodden, dark basement. He remembers the hallucinations, vivid and painful. He remembers the knife cutting skin, the smell of his own flesh seared by a blowtorch. When he wakes up on the ship, he does so disoriented and pale with shock, sweat drenching his pillow.

It almost all feels like a dream.

Almost.

The image of Toni Bevell feels impossible to scrub from his mind. But this... This place — the fleet... he hasn't seen it in many months. It's as he remembers, but with the augment update, there's a sensation of falseness. Is this even real? How is he supposed to know? Not too long ago, he had wholeheartedly believed that he and Toni were lovers, confidants, not at all strangers, and certainly not one being a torturer. He had put so much faith in that hallucination — and it had felt so vivid — that there was a horrible shame and disgust and emptiness when he realizes he'd been played like a golden fiddle.

Toni had just smiled, proud of her savagery.

And here lies Sam's great dilemma: he doesn't trust any of this.

Sure, his foot is scarred, and he's got freshly pink and shiny marks where he'd been shot, sliced. But there's a strange emptiness he feels when he gets out of bed, showers, and redresses for the day. It's Halloween. Strange. He checks the roster on the ship. There's someone named Carl. He remembers noting their arrival before and making a note to meet with them properly; a kid, right? Right. He puts on a smile and goes to work at the bar aboard the Iskaulit, but everything feels robotic in gesture, like he's just going through the motions. He's a decent actor, but this augment shift is really making him misstep. 

Dean's dead, Sam's alone, he's in a basement, she wants information.

Is he even really here?

Would he even remember the basement, if this were just another hallucination? His mind is working in circles, trying to figure it out. What's he told her? What does he not remember? What has she tricked out of him? He has to be careful. He has to keep his mouth shut about anything she'd want to know. Just... go through the motions. She'd said his brain'd melt, if she did the mind tricks too often. Maybe it will. Or maybe it already is. He sure has a headache.

It doesn't help that the echoes that plagued him before his update persist even still. Images full of glamour, wrapped around many people he's come to know. He hasn't felt this uneasy from his own mind since the expulsion of Gadreel. Swallowing hard, he turns on anonymity and tries to make sense of it all at last, days later, on the 2nd of November.

The day Mom and Jessica had died. Go figure, right?



[ANONYMOUS TEXT | ENCRYPTED 60%]



Has anyone woken up here and felt like — nothing's really... real?

Like you're going to wake up and find yourself somewhere worst, and that it's all just a cruel trick someone's playing on you?

I've just been having a hard time... accepting, I guess.

And if this is another trick and the person doing it is listening —

Go fuck yourself.

Are we having fun yet?

[thespaceopera]

[Between the hodgepodge way-stations, the mysterious planet, and the Marsiva (who still seems to be keeping her distance from everything), the Fleet is a little bit spread out across this lonely region. But, no matter where you are, every speaker and screen comes to life when the Hosts want to check in. The signal might be a little scrambled for those currently planetside, but even explorers deep within the jungles will get the gist of the broadcast coming through on their communicators.

The Hosts want to make very sure that everyone is listening.

So, following another title card and brief round of festive crooning in the background, Diamond's voice interrupts the day.]

Good morning, dear passengers! It is the start of another fun-filled day of celebration and camaraderie! I hope you've all rested well, so that you can hit the games hard and win those prizes! We've been doing our best to round up the very best presents we can, so keep checking the lists to see if there is anything new there to catch your eye. And don't forget about the snack tables! You'll need lots of fuel to keep your energy up. Some of those games are pretty tough, huh?

[There's a rather self-satisfied chuckle, mirrored by a male voice farther back from the microphone.]

I know that so much celebration can be tiring, but such an occasion only comes around once a year... and who knows how long it will be before you'll see such fabulous prizes on display again. We really went all out for this one, and your audience is loving it. Really, anyone who isn't soaking up all of this birthday time is just a big ol' party pooper!

[There's maybe a sharp little hint to her laugh... but she's still all smiles and joy as she speaks again.]

In fact, I think we should play a little game! This is one of the most popular requests from the audience, and to be honest... it's one of my favorites, too.

[She indulges in a snicker that sounds like it's hidden behind coy fingertips, before her voice leans closer in.]

For bonus points--which will be deposited right into your party accounts--answer this:

If you had to choose from among your own crew, who would like to get a little bit closer to, who is someone that you would want to spend the rest of your life with, and who would you want to nudge out of an airlock? Please tell us! You know, the worlds are watching...

[Did Diamond just start a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill? Maybe. It's also pretty open to interpretation, wouldn't you say?

And an important note about the previous Host broadcast: any passengers who had obliged Diamond by giving suggestions for presents they would like to receive are free to notice those suggestions popping up on the prize menu in the Marsiva party wing. Some of them may even be available to win, so go here if you would like to ask the mods about such an opportunity.

The Marsiva party is still in full swing, along with everything else going on, so... party on!]