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[appletart]

Who: Escha Malier & YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Yes!
When: Marsiva: backdated to 3/1 and 3/2 before shuffle; Wonderduck: anytime 3/2 and after!

1. The Marsiva (pre-shuffle)
[ The video feed opens on the top of someone's head - red-pink hair and a little white hat, puffball tail-holders to either side. There's some wiggling, and eventually her face comes into view, bright green eyes currently red-rimmed. Someone just finished crying, looks like...

She takes a deep breath, clears her throat, and puts on a smile - as bright as she can manage! ]

U-Um, hello? Is someone seeing this? I'm a little confused about some things... Before here, I was somewhere else with, um, cell phones? But this doesn't look like the same thing. Oh, but anyway, can someone... tell me where I am? Please? [ A pause, and her voice gets a little bit quieter, a little bit shakier. ] I-I've never been anywhere like this, and it's really quiet here, a-and...

[ ... She shakes her head sharply, puts that smile back on. ]

Right. My name is Escha Malier, by the way.


2. The Wonderduck (post-shuffle)
[ At least she wasn't stuck on the Marsiva for too long! Suddenly, she appears on the Wonderduck! ]

Waah--!! Huh??

[ She looks up as confetti flutters all around her, plopping into her hair. And her face. She shakes it off, blinks wide-eyed at the pudding in front of her... and teeentatively reaches over to pick it up. ]

Umm... Thank you! Who... whoever did that? Um.

[ She blinks at the confetti on the floor, then at the pudding in her hands, at the confetti once more... And then, with a shrug and a small smile, you bet she's digging in. Pudding is sweet and delicious after all~

She starts walking down the hallway, looking for any signs of anyone else around. If she's supposed to be on this ship and part of this crew, she definitely wants to meet everyone! Wherever your character is, unless it's their own private room with the door closed, she's bound to run into them eventually~ ]

Out of the Bone Orchard

[ultima_mortis]

Who: Death and Everyone Else
Broadcast: Of course!
Action: SS Caprine
When: Today

Action – SS Caprine (Bridge)

He is the first to arrive and the last to leave. Of all the temporary things in life, he is the one that lives the longest, so to speak; longer than plants, people, and the stars themselves. Death is a force of pure energy that is needed wherever there is life, no matter how small. Naturally, he feels quite out of sorts on a spaceship. This is not his beautiful manor nor is it his beautiful planet. Nay, the SS Caprine is the very opposite of one.

It’s the starts that bother him most, really. They’re not at all familiar from anything he’s seen in the past, nor do they look like anything he had seen coming up on the horizon. For a being that’s used to knowing precisely who, what, and where he is, it’s awful. So much vastness in the universe and now he’s lost in the thick of it.

So he sighs. The sound is like dried leaves scattering through a graveyard, the final breath of a whole world, the very essence of finality in the softest tones. The pudding in his hand is pushed around with the spoon.

I DO HOPE SHE WILL FORGIVE ME…

Broadcast

There’s a sudden burst of noise as the feed partially turns on. Still quite dark, but the deep tombstone voice is distinct as it mutters away.

OH! I THINK IT TURNED ON. ODD. SHOULDN’T I BE ABLE TO-

And the broadcast is completed at last, with deep dark pits marked by two bright blue pinpricks of light look into the camera. The pits are a part of a skeleton’s face, permanent grimace and all. Death makes a thoughtful noise.

SO IF THIS ONE TURNS THE VIDEO ON, IF I PRESS IT AGAIN-

Darkness once more, but now the reaper may yet speak with confidence! He turns the feed right back on and nods.

YES, I THINK I HAVE IT NOW. IT LETS YOU TRANSMIT BOTH IMAGE AND SOUND. HOW INTERESTING. THE WIZARDS WOULD HAVE QUITE THE TIME TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER HOW THIS DEVICE FUNCTIONS. AND IF THIS WORKS THE WAY IT APPEARS TO, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY HELLO AND MAKE AN INQUIRY OF ANYONE WHO CAN SEE THIS. WHERE EXACTLY AM I, AND IF POSSIBLE, WHEN AM I?