Fourteenth Gate [Video]

[forsometimenow]

Who: Jennifer Keller and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck, or elsewhere if you want to take it there
When: November 6th

[When the feed clicks on without any intervention, as Atroma-made devices are wont to do, Jennifer's still asleep. However, it's but a few moments before she wakes, giving a gasp and looking around for a moment, confused, before it sinks in, and she lets out a moan of frustration.]

Goddamnit. [Then, realizing her communicator is turned on, she grabs it and turns it off, with a long-suffering sigh.

After talking to Beverly, Jennifer takes some time to check out her ship and its crew, making sure things are the same as they were when she went to sleep- for she'd gone home for a while, and been kept busy. Satisfied that nothing major had happened in her absence, when Jennifer makes a deliberate broadcast, this time she's holding up a new sponsor gift- a gray jacket with yellow stripes and a black leather jacket, replicas of her uniform from home. Except the Atlantis logo reads ATLANTA, and the pegasus has been replaced by a unicorn, and the yellow stripes on her jacket are very... neon.]

Now that I'm awake again, anybody want to start a sports team called the Atlanta Unicorns? Atroma was kind enough to welcome me back with these, and it struck me as a very good team name. Thanks, sponsors, you're the best.

[The sarcasm is laid on pretty thick.]

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[greywater]

[The lighting isn't the best, but she moves in front of the camera, still adjusting to how technology works. Adjusting one more thing, Meera smiles as she looks into the lens.]

Good day. I did not get a good introduction last time, and I apologize for a lack of one. [She was just fearful of who could be here, and what information she had from back home-- though useless here, she was not sure if it could be used.]

My name is Meera Reed. I am from Westeros, and have been told there are others here from my home. I understand there is a truce. [At least no one has visibly tried to kill Theon-- that she's aware. He's standing at least. Though not the same man she's last seen.]

For those that that may not pertain to, I would like to know about time. On this ship it seems as if it doesn't go by. There are no true seasons. The planet was a welcome to see a harvest scene, but from what I understand, autumn-- nor Winter for that matter, do not pass in years as they do back home.

[It seems a simple thing, but it only made her think of how much has changed. Meera is quiet as she leans in to turn on off the camera, a few curls falling from behind her ear.]

001 | Video

[halfbloodhatchling]

Who: Kai Gracen and Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now

I’m figuring that at some point I’m going to get an explanation, or one of my guns back, or something. Because I’m not really likely to die of boredom, no matter how long I’m left here.

[And while boredom is a lot better than most of the alternatives, Kai would still rather have some kind of weapon.]

And I can still bite, if it comes to that.

[Kai shows his teeth and it looks like in addition to having pointy ears and purple eyes, he also has fangs.

He lets out a half-sigh after that.]

Seriously though. What is it I’m supposed to be doing here? I can’t see much use for a Stalker.