Video. POOL POOL POOL

[throwsdown]

Who: Takeshi and you!
Broadcast: Video // Fleetwide.
Action: The pool on the Iskaulit!
When: Now-a-day.

Hey guys! It's Takeshi, captain of the SS Goldstone.

[He gives a little salute. Behind him, there's a clear view of a pool: it's roughly the size of a backyard pool, featuring a single low diving board. There is a curtained off area for changing, as well as a storage area full of colorful floaties that have logos of various Atroma sponsors printed on them (thank you, pool description). Takeshi's clearly been doing some dope belly flops himself, because his hair is wet and sticking up everywhere on his head. It's one of the rare times the boy can be seen not wearing that weird black power suit of his.



Hoi Hoi paddles along in the shallow end, where Takeshi sits.

Are these things water-proof? He's not sure.]

I just wanted to let you know in case you didn't see yet — me and Nami and the others got together and helped get a pool on the Iskaulit! So if you wanna swim without having to leave the fleet, we got that now! You should all come by and we can all swim and have lunch.

... I was thinking about practicing my swimming more today, 'cus I'm still not real great at it.

It's important to be very strong swimmers! Even in space.

[Actually. He wonders...]

... How'd you guys learn how to swim?

Twin Roses Mingle

[mrfancyhat]

Who: Roses & Friends
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Twin Roses
When: August and... since it's late enough in the month, maybe September?

[We got an additional member and maybe some visitors!]

(Open)

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Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not right off the bat, but that can change in the threads.
When: Early Evening.

(Trimming hair is easier said than done, but the tall Elf has done an...admirable...job? Shhh don't tell him it's uneven in parts. He sets down a pair of scissors and cocks his head, peering at himself in a mirror.)

I must have been...angled...incorrectly. (His left hand doesn't quite smack his face, but it does try to cover it as his ears go red.)

It was getting too long, you see. I became tangled in it every morn and the brushing of it was a painful business.

(Clearly annoyed, he grabs a brush, sets about smoothing it and puts it all in a ponytail. Some of the strands are rebellious, however, and fall out of the ribbon to frame his face. The tickling sensation annoys him more and he tries to tuck them, instead, behind his ears. His mangled ear doesn't make a proper perch for the copper strands and some of them fall right back where they started.)

Aica umbar!