And Some Nights I'm Scared You'll Forget Me Again

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Who: Pinkie Pie and anyone else at various levels of DONE with the Atroma.
Broadcast: Heck yes! Spread ALL the salt!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Post-shuffle

[This is the fourth time in the last five shuffles that Pinkie's lost crew mates. Qing, Robin, Poe, and now Finn were gone home, and there was no way to tell if they'd ever come back or if they'd keep any memory of this place and the people they'd met, the friendships and relationships they've made, the adventures they've had. Whether they'd remember her ever again. Whether she'd forget all this too when she went back home.

After this fourth stab in the heart, though, there was less raw pain and more anger. WAY more anger. Mostly at the stupid Atroma and their stupid fake-smiley-ness and their not letting people remember things or even say GOODBYE! So it's time for some revenge, Pinkie Pie Style.]

I'm throwing a party for anybody that's lost somebody in these shuffle things, even if they've been gone for a while. Or anybody who doesn't like the Atroma. Or just needs a good time. It's on the Iskaulit, FAR AWAY from the Marsiva's party room. I'm a little low on actual not-gel snacks at the moment, but I've got plenty of salt, and you can bring your own snacks and stuff if you want.

[It won't be Pinkie's usual extravaganzas, but there's some out-of-the-way music, card-making supplies, and some candles to set up a memorial alter. There's also a line of snack tables, with lots of room for contributions. Pinkie's own fare is honor of her absent crew mates: veggie pot stickers for Qing, coffee for Robin, nachos slathered with a BURNING hot sauce for Poe, and bright blue melon-flavored milkshakes for Finn. And yes, there's actually salt formed into a huge block, as well as shakers for adding salt to your drink. Because ponies.]

Captain's Log 04 - Laughter Is the Best Medicine

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Who: Kirk + YOU!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Tourist if you want to come find him
When: Nov. 19

Hello, my fellow Drifters. For those who don't know me, I'm Jim Kirk - captain of the Tourist.

It seems like everyone's been kind of down lately, so I thought we might try something to lift the mood. They do say laughter is the best medicine after all.

_{[ He's totally expecting Bones to have a quip for that. Just waiting for it. ]}

So I thought I would start with a story from my early captain years on my ship, the Enterprise. Specifically, how I actually got on her in the first place.

Short backstory short, we were being mustered to see to a distress call from planet Vulcan, only I had been grounded due to some technical, ethical review business. Insisting I needed to be on the ship, I found our newest senior medical officer, Bones, and he agreed to help me on.

How, might you ask?

Well, he proceeded to inject me with a vaccine for an alien disease I did not need, and it temporarily made me ill. I am told I looked and sound loopy and or terribly drunk. Well, Bones got me on and took me to med bay to undo the damage of the vaccine by injecting me with more of them. To which I had delightful reactions - passing out, numb tongue, and my hands swelling. And when I say swelling - I mean they looked like cartoon gloves on a friendly animated character kind of swelling. It was like having two blown up surgical gloves for hands.

_{[ He waves his hands up in front of his face, back and forth, to help you visualize of course. ]}

It all turned out okay in the end, but that is the story of how I first got on the Enterprise - which I am now the captain of.

_{[ There's an upbeat message beneath that, surely. ]}

Now - who's next?