what would you do if I sang out a tune

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and the Fleet
Broadcast: Yass
Action: Bishop
When: Today

Video A: Office

The sudden clatter that starts the feed is quickly followed by a bit of swearing as Mantis comes into feed. He’s swaying a bit as he leans over to pick up his communicator and set it upright, muttering to himself.

“S’broken? Wai, wai… Wait. This is the, uh,” There’s a bit of tapping and the feed gets quieter and louder again. “Okay. Okay, okay, okay.”

He holds his hands out like he’s about to pick up the device in his hands, but then he pauses and it quickly rises on its own as he stands. Or tries to stand. His legs shake a bit as he goes back to his desk in the Bishop office. There’s a glass on the desk in addition to a bottle of some kind with a fancy label. He picks up the bottle and shows it to the camera.

“This stuff here? Some good stuff. Strong stuff, but veeery tasty. And I know I’m drunk, so don’t tell me. I- I did this willingly and I’m going to live with my consequences because no one else should be able to suffer this feeling with me. Unless they buy this themselves, of course. Uhm…”

He coughs, sitting back in the chair. His feet go up on the table and he floats the glass into his hand.

“I learned quickly that Atroma have some kind of intergalactic translator. There’s no way we can all be speaking my native tongues. That said, I do find it very useful because I’m not sober enough to translate anything from Russian to English right now. Mmm.” His head rolls back against the chair and he laughs a little. “This’sa nice chair. My chair…”

Video B: Bunk

The bed in his bunk is graciously decorated with a quilt that was clearly designed for warmth. On his shelf he’s placed a figurine of some aquatic creature as well as a few books. Scarves pinned across varying heights break up the monotonous greys that make up the wall. It’s a simple living space, but Mantis likes it all the same. He is lying on his bed with his legs propped up almost vertically against the wall and hums to himself while waving his hands about like an orchestral conductor. The feed shifts slightly with every larger movement of his arms.

After a moment of this, he turns his head and gasps seeing the camera blinking away. He rolls over and crawls up to the device not unlike a crawl typically taught various boot camps. One might catch a clear view of his eyes as he waves his hand across the feed.

“You saw nothing…” Then he snorts and laughs, hugging himself a little as he rolls onto his side. “I liked the original trilogy. Liquid was more of an action movie type, but science fiction has its place.”

action/video; what one can accomplish...

[aetherflows]

Who: Alphinaud and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The community gardens on the Iskaulit
When: The morning of January 24th

[video;]

[Alphinaud appears on the network for the first time in months, illuminated by the soft greenery of the garden. He looks less frazzled this time, as he's been able to settle in. And that means it's time to do what he does best: get in everyone's business and absorb information like a sponge.]

Good morning to you all. I come to ask a small favor of those who have resided here for longer than I have-- at least longer than four moons.

It seems to me that we have encountered several sapient races on the worlds we've visited, both familiar and [a pause] not so familiar. I would like to compile all the information that we have on them. If someone else has already gone through this labor, I would like very much to study the result. My ideal would be a brief history on previous encounters with these people, their origin if known, and a visual aid. I can provide the latter if given enough information.

It is highly possible that we will encounter them in the future, and continue to encounter them. The benefits are obvious: it is pertinent to know how to approach them for future interactions, and to handle any situations that may arise. Also, if we helped someone before, we may help them again... or even need help ourselves, if the 'Interceptors' are any indication.

If you are not amenable to sharing what you know over the devices, I'll be in the open gardens on the Iskaulit for the time being.

[A short bow.]

Thank you for your time.

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[action;]

[The Goldstone is often too noisy, so he's spending a lot of time writing and compiling information in... the gardens. Not the best place for it, but Alphinaud is quite happy where he is, with a blanket underneath him and a big journal in his lap. Anyone who isn't comfortable sharing info on the network, or just wants to see what he's up to, is welcome to bother him here.]