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[sandhate]

Who: lil orphan ani + u
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: paisley
When: today

[ VIDEO ]
[ the video feed turns on to a child, no more than ten. he doesn't say a word at first and spends a few minutes curiously poking and prodding, shuffling the communication device around. he opens his mouth wide and the camera gets a nice view of his tonsils.

there are more pokes and shuffling when it's his full face again. ] This is so new and weird, it must be from the Core. I've never seen anything like this before...!

[ he yells into it. ]

Hello! Is this thing working? Where is this ship heading?

[ ACTION; on paisley ]
[ he has to be very quiet. and he's good at being quiet. he's snuck around watto so many times now, sneaking around is practically a honed skill. it's really cold here, though, and he's not used to that at all.

as he makes his way through paisley, he tries to find the warmest spot on the ship. he bumbles through the kitchen quietly, trying not to get caught by anyone that might be in there. and he eventually ends up finding the crew rooms. he doesn't know who's is who's. all he knows is he's in space, onboard a ship traveling in space! off tatooine! he enters the first room and wraps himself in the blankets found there. hopefully no one misses their blankets.

he takes off with the makeshift wrap and works his way through the rest of ship, making quiet pitstops here and there. he marvels at the pilot station, gawks at the engineering lab a bit then scurry quickly to the cargo bay where it's big and spacious and no one could possibly find a kid there. ]

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[touchallthebooks]

Who: Khadgar
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Dec. 1st.

[video]

[His cloak is missing, that's the first thing he notices. And it annoys him, that was a good cloak, very comfortable, very warm. The next thing he remember is that he had just killed the Guardian, which makes him roll onto the floor in a panic (knocking the communicator down and on) and try to find a mirror to double check his eyes.

Once he's reassured that there's no green glow lingering, he heaves a sigh of relief. And turns his focus to the communicator. Which... he knows how it works? And picks it up.]

I can't be here. I have things to do, people depending on me! [Kind of.] There's a war and-

I need to get back to my friends! They need me!

[action]

[He wanders because of course he does. Khadgar has found himself in a strange place, subject to the whims of whoever or whatever was responsible for his and everyone else being there. He wanted to know whatever he can, carefully keeping a couple spells at the edge of his thoughts in case someone tries to attack him.

Eventually he stops to take in the view of the stars, somehow looking much younger than he really is as he looks out. And suddenly feeling very small.]

(Open)

[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On S.S. Huntress.
When: Early on the 2nd.

(Video)

(Maedhros is breathing shakily, unevenly as he peers at his reflection in a mirror. He pushes away from the glass suddenly, knocking over various odds and ends (a hair brush and hair ties) in the process.)

What...happened...to me?

(He cannot bear to be in a closed room for any longer. In a panic, he hurries to the door, opening it to find...more of the same. This isn't right. This isn't right!)

(Action)

(The tall Elf will be found in the corridors of the Huntress, stumbling as he takes in the strange environment. The blood has completely left his face, leaving him as pale as a ghost.)

Can anyone...help? (Fear makes his voice sound young. At least, that seems to be the case. Why else would he sound like an Elfling?)

Atto? Ammë? Kano?!

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[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate
Broadcast: Starstruck & Fleetwide
Action: Pathstone
When: Today-ish

[Felix is ensconced in Crowley's seat at the communications station, not because he's actually using it, because he has no idea how, but because he can. His own communicator is propped up against the controls as he turns it on with a few hesitant button presses.]
( Video ; Starstruck )

[Video ; Fleetwide]

I have had a few suggestions for hand-written archives separate of the network, so I would like to formally announce I will now accept submissions from fleet members for any written materials to be later added to the library. This could be guides about the fleet that the augments do not cover, records of our encounters you may wish to distance from the Atroma, or information about your worlds or skills or any other topic you feel would be useful to others.

[Reluctantly] And, I suppose, if you fancy yourself a storyteller, any kind of fiction as well.

For now you can add your submissions to the network and I will look into printing and bookbinding in the future, once we encounter a planet with those kinds of resources.

[Because real books are much more fun.]

((OOC: If you would like to submit something, there is a form on my journal. Actually writing a book is not necessary, but there is an option to link to the text if you desire. This may be especially useful for user guides and fleet history))

voice.

[staytofight]

Who: Garrett
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Around now! A+ description.

[Garrett is not about to completely come out of the bag with the vampire thing. For one, he's spent a very hefty portion of his life hiding it — and for another, he doesn't want to be burned at a stake, barbaric and outdated and annoyingly Salem as that is (he was around for that kind of mindset long after the trials ended, and really, entertaining the idea of burning lovely women simply because they're exotic minds?)]

You know, the swimming test for witches was the the stupidest thing I've ever heard growing up. Frenzied morons would basically throw a suspected witch in a lake and if she floated, she was a witch. And if she sank like a stone, she wasn't. But what is the person if they doggy paddle in a mad panic? A witch who didn't learn to swim?

[There's a heavy humor in his voice, the kind one picks up with regards to death, to dark humor, and if there were such a thing as a verbal eyeroll, it'd be here.]

But this place! Fascinating to see so many of you open about your supernatural talents. Your unholy inhumaness, should you self-subscribe to such a dark description. As someone from such a boring, uneventful world, I'm just excited at the idea of a ghost on a roadside; no, we're pretty boring in hindsight, compared to you lot. I bet you all have some interesting tales to tell. And maybe some tails under those ugly ship-standard uniforms. Is it strange, being so open, or is that also a normality in your world?

I'm stranded aboard a ship floating through infinite space; humor me while I slowly die of boredom.

[ALSO I'M GONNA START GETTING HUNGRY????

But that is for another day to worry. His throat is only similar to human strep, at the moment.

Gross.]