Tire(less) - OTA

[english_dignity]

Who: Arthur and you
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the space station
When: Monday

[If there was one thing that could be said for a nation's powers, it was that they could keep going for a long, long time. But even that had limits, and after no sleep since the start of the evacuations, Arthur was edging that way. But he didn't have time to stop either. So many people to help...

If he was pale with deep shadows under his eyes and wobbled a little from time to time, who cared. Just meant he matched most of the refugees he was running supplies to. Cups of bracingly hot tea and sandwiches, at the moment. One foot after the other, Arthur. He could sleep later.

Much later.

Just don't mind the occasional sparks of magic as he uses it to keep himself going.]

mk. 11 (text)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa + open
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Vanquish
When: evening.

You know, it's been happening for billions of years.

What's the best fruit anyone liberated from the planet?

[Any crew members of the Vanquish might stumble upon their captain, who is seated, cross-legged, on the floor in front of the armory's door. He's got a really little, really colorful lizard on his knee—the lizard has been with him almost at all times for the past week or so. But he's instructing it in low tones, occasionally with the help of a triangle. You know, the little instrument. It tings every once in a while, tinny down the corridor.]

But too much is falling in mine

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and You
Broadcast: Yes

Action: Space Station / Bishop
When: Today
 

Sapce Station - Action

He's wandering around looking like a specter of days long past with a bag on his back filled with liquid forget-me-nots fit for anyone willing to try hard enough. Mantis isn't one to wallow very often, but some things are just too much all at once. His tall figure cuts through crowds quietly as he stretches his legs, pausing here and there to have a seat and sigh heavily to himself. Once in a while he starts to hum a little snippet of song, a mournful little melody that resounds through the confines of the mask.

Eventually, he makes his way to head back to his own ship, but he'll pause here and there just to wander among the many distractions available to him.

Bishop (Dining Area) - Broadcast

There are five candles set up. They're the short votive sort made of a milky white wax and he's arranged them in a kind of loose circle on a simple plate. There's a cup in the center of the circle, and he's pouring out a drink into it from what he was promised would be a slightly higher shelf brand of alcohol. You have to do some things right, or else not bother.

With the cup nearly full, he caps the bottle loosely and pinches the wicks of each candle between his fingertips. There's no immediate source of the fire, but he manages to light them all very carefully before sitting back in his chair. It's he spreads his arms out, turning his head to look at the other empty seats at the table before him.

The bottle doesn't stay closed for long and he takes it up to have a long sip at the drink before closing it properly. At last, he looks directly at the feed.

"I'm a monster by many measures, not heartless. The best way to fight the feelings of misery is in the company of others or a bottle of something strong."