Starstruck Mingle | October 2017

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Visitors and crewmates!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Starstruck
When: October 1st to October 31st

The scariest Halloween trivia is that there's a 2010 original Disney movie called Starstruck.

Have at it, everyone.

Video. Happy Late Birthday, bud.

[throwsdown]

Who: Takeshi and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Goldstone, if you need him for whatever reason! Also the gym on the iskaulit.
When: October 5th

[Takeshi's had a bit of a rough time, knowing one of his crew is gone - hopefully not gone gone, but still gone, and that's too much for him to want to think about. Mr. Okita, he shouldn't have gotten killed. Takeshi feels an insurmountable guilt, because he's the captain, and he should have gotten out there and picked up his friend. His teammate. Even still... Mon-El's awake now. Good things are happening again. They've set out, and now all he can really do is wait and see what happens next.

... But it's October, he realizes belatedly. He had not been keeping track, and so he addresses the fleet with a little smile.]

... I turned nine years old on October 1st.

I couldn't remember my birthday when I first came to space -- that was when I was five. But they said I could have a new day... The month I showed up there, that was my new birthday. I guess I... kinda lost track! But I'm happy to be here. I'm happy to be another year older with everyone else.

What kinda' birthdays do you guys have?

Do you remember any really nice ones? I had a pool party, once...! On the Tranquility.

[It was one of the best days of his life.]

If you don't have one, we can figure out one for you. Okay?

[A LIL' DASH OF ACTION]

[If you need him elsewhere, he's also in the gym aboard the Iskaulit, today. Working out, actually! He's currently giving the punching bag in there his all, throwing some hard right hooks and leaping kicks. In fact, he gets a bit too into it and accidentally kicks the whole thing right off the hanger -- it goes sailing across the room into the wall, with Takeshi slapping his hands on the sides of his head and 'WAHHH'ing in dismay.



... Just a normal week aboard the drifting fleet.

Now, where's someone he can train more with? He's getting stronger by the year!]

Action/Voice | Dated October 6th | this didn't remotely fit on a mingle sobs

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Voice (see down a ways)
Action: SS Marsiva and SS Starstruck
When: October 6th, and it spans through the following week as well.

[Closed to others on the Marsiva if desired! October 6th]

[Max is spit up by the Marsiva a bit earlier than his other counterparts. Not much earlier, but he figures it might have to do with what they left behind on the planet -- but not before a nightmare of twisted images, of shadows he can't quite place and memories of his youth, of his adulthood, of what he lost that had made him less than human for a very long time. He's fortune; he knows how to handle the feeling of vivid nightmares and paranoia, of fears and iciness in his stomach. Perhaps it says terrible things about his way of life before the fleet, but death and the sense of dread afterward feels like living.

He wakes up in the Marsiva's healing deck, laid out on one of the cots with a sort of sensation that he's been pumped full of drugs, his body is so exhausted. He tries to swing his legs over the side of the bed to sit up, and it's a herclean effort aided only by the fact that he's been dealing with an ineffectively shit leg for twenty--

He staggers and collapses, arms braced on the bed, as he glances down. No brace. No anything, actually, from the thigh down. Terrible whispers caress his ears as he flat-out ignores them as he always does in favor of reaching out to touch the loose fabric of an empty pant leg. Alright. Alright, alright. It's not there. It hurts, but it's not there. Okay. He blinks hard, and reassesses the situation, pushing it all out of his mind for the moment. So his leg's gone. There's nothing he can do about that right now, other than work around it; it's just a step above the day it'd gotten shot. Work around it.

He looks around, sweat beading his brow and a constant chill shivering his body. At least they were nice enough to give him back his normal clothes, right? A copper-skinned woman holding an older man's hand passes his peripheral vision before he takes note of the pair of crutches leaning neatly against another cot. Time to see if anyone else is here, he supposes. But really, his heart is thrumming for the sight of Furiosa. If he's here, then surely she would be. There's really no logical reason why they would pick someone like him over literally anyone else to return to life.

He ventures forward, sluggish but determined to not be a sole survivor.

He refuses the thought.]




[Starstruck, October 6th]

[There's a pop on the bridge, a little spray of confetti.

Max is just as disoriented as ever when he is abruptly dumped into one of the chairs. He curses, foul words that should never be uttered by a civilized man, tiredly wiping confetti out of his slight beard and feverishly pale forehead. Now that the complete turmoil roiling in his gut over the survivors is a bit more appeased, the terrible, awful mental problems are just a drop in the bucket -- the physical, he could do without, but he's used to it. Really, he hasn't mentally processed losing his leg. Could they not have dropped the crutches in with him?

Pop, clatter. One crutch falls in, and then another, clacking loudly across the room.

...

He growls under his breath.

But on the bright side, his comms device is with him. So he just settles for wearily stamping in the voice command with his finger, vision too swirling and hands too jittery for text. Alright, so. Don't think about the dying part, or the fact that people really do just come back to life at all here, just work on the information part:]




[Voice.]

M'back.

What happened after the planet went out?

[What a wonderful public speaker. You missed this, right?]




[And again, Starstruck action.]

[And yes, eventually he can be found in his room. He's not in bed like he damn well should be, but he has at least gotten himself a wheelchair so that he's not just fumbling and collapsing on a sickly single leg. Or worse, sometimes he's not in his room. Sometimes he's in the cargo bay with Rock the dog (what a good dog), patting his head distantly and looking at the spot where his shuttle, newly resurrected, resides. He grumbles a little more, discontent with the fact that he can't actually use the damn thing in his current state to hide out.

The leg that isn't there anymore hurts. But he finds something... he can't quite explain in the absence. Something illogical for any other person than himself. A sort of... strange relief. Hell if he knows how to explain, so he just sits, patting the dog's head, lost in a swirl of thoughts. If he falls asleep in his chair, you'll be kind and not startle him, okay? It's not like he's got the energy to swing at you this week.]

Action / Video | October 6

[tough_love]

Who: Looma Red Wind all of you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Bishop
When: Early, early morning hours of the 6th and all throughout the next few days

( ACTION )

in the shadow of the valley

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and thee~

Broadcast: YEP

Action: Bishop

When: Now

A: Bishop (accidental broadcast)

He's in his office. A man with brown hair and a scowl is glaring at him. The man is proving difficult to deal with.

He's in his office. The man is in trouble. Much as he fights, some illusions are hard to break.

He's in his office. There's a burning pain in his chest. His leg. The man takes off his mask. Blue eyes meet grey with mutual hate. His mask is back on and all goes black.

He's in his office. Chairs provided by Atroma are floating around in lazy circles. Mantis is likewise suspended in mid-air. His shoulders are tense, his hands in fists, and he's breathing in a slow and deliberate manner. The feed is slightly askew from where he had tossed his transmitter to the floor.

A pair of scissors comes up behind his shoulder. The chairs all slam against one side of the room. There's a dull think as the scissors lodge themselves in one of them. Mantis' feet touch the floor and he sits on the desk. Truly the worst thing about remembering is a lack of proximity to that which one wishes to destroy. He waves his hand and the feed goes dark.

B: Broadcast
 

The feed now shows Mantis slumped over the desk in his office. The scissors are upright where they have been stabbed into it. He waves vaguely at the camera before picking up his head.

"This is undoubtedly morbid, but I currently lack in a real answer. Has anyone ever..." His voice falters. "Come back from the dead? Not here, but where they come from. I need some perspective on something.

[Closed]

[padadin]

Who: Five lions and a rock
Broadcast: No
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Beginning of the month

( Hear me purr )