video.

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: on the Blue Fish if you want him
When: today

[Thor has obviously stuck his communicator on the desk in his room, because the video opens with him in profile, sitting on his bed. For a few moments all he does is toss a small rubber ball out of the frame, then catch it when it rebounds off the opposite wall with a thud back towards him. He does this a couple of times before he speaks.]

When I arrived in the Fleet, I was told a lot of things and given several warnings. All of them with good purpose. What I remember most though is being told not to try and take out the augment. More than one person told me this.

[A sidelong glance at the communicator, before he throws the ball into the wall again. Thud. Catch.]

No one said why exactly, other than the obvious part where it's stuck in our heads. Still, I would ask what exactly we know about these augments. What's been tried to get them out, what happens when you do? And have they been known to do anything else besides give us information about our ship roles.

If I had heard more about it earlier, I probably wouldn't have-- [Hold that thought: Thor misses the next rebound on the ball and it smacks him in the head, making him jump and drop out of frame for a moment.] --shit.

[Okay, he’s back up, with the offending ball tossed away into a corner. He rubs at his face before continuing, faintly annoyed. Everything is out to spite him today.]

Anyway. If you know something about them, I'd like to hear it. Or even if you have an opinion on them. Those are good too.

[One day he'll make a network post when he's in a cheerful mood. Maybe.]

OPEN : AUGMENT MALFUNCTION

[passingthrough]

Who: Kitty Pryde and YOU!
Broadcast: Open
Action: Twin Roses & Iskaulit
When: 3/4 - 3/10ish

[ Video ]
[Kitty appears on video looking a liiiiiiittle different than the way she usually looks. The augment had some fun adjusting her. She’s not a cat, but she’s certainly got a lot of catlike features which isn’t unheard of for a mutant.

The pupils of her eyes are no longer round, but a slit. Her nails have also changed, growing to a point and hooking slightly to serve more as claws. Her fangs have extended slightly. Her ears now come to more of a point and are soft and fuzzy like the rest of her body. There’s a short layer of fur everywhere now, similar in color to her usual skin tone, but with gray tabby-like striped markings appearing over certain parts of her body like her face, legs, arms, and tail. Oh, yeah, there’s a tail too. Of course there is.]

Okay. Just get all the puns and jokes out of your systems right now.

[ Twin Roses ]
[You might spot the direwolf pup, Seeker run by with Kitty following him.] Come on, it’s still me.

[Or maybe you just run into her in the kitchen, bridge, lounge, engine room, or shuttle bay. There are only so many places to be on the ship after all and she gets cagey being all locked up during the drifting weeks when she’s at her best. Right now she’s even more restless than usual. And you know how she’ll often sit on a table or counter instead of a chair? Well, she’s still doing that, but sometimes she’s taking it even more extreme being up on the top of book shelves and various equipment.

You could also find her in her room if you’re looking for a more private moment.]

[ Iskaulit ]
[As awkward as she feels in this body, she’s not going to stop living her life because of it. That means time spent training in the gym where she very awkwardly isn’t sure what to deal with her tail. You might get to see her step on it again. It also means she’ll drop by the library to replenish her book supply and Jarvis’ for some food. A girl’s gotta eat!]

If I can learn to do

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and all

Broadcast: Yes!

Action: The Bishop

When:Today

It’s been so long since he’s felt truly nervous, he almost didn’t recognize why the back of his neck felt damp and a shiver seemed to cling to him. He did this more than a few times to more than a few people, but here… Here there were things to be wary of. If he did this wrong or someone got a bad idea, it could start a reputation he didn’t need.

Yet here he is dressed in slacks, a white dress shirt with a line of red thread sewn into the left shoulder, a vest, and sensible shoes. The bridge is just open enough he can walk around and occasionally glance out at the stars for a couple of seconds of calm and that’s all he needs. Thus, he paces in a slow circle and he wrings his hands together and he speaks with all the care he can muster.

“Some of you are familiar with who I am. Some of you are familiar with what I can do. For those who have yet to be introduced to either concept, I offer my greetings. The name I go by here is Psycho Mantis and I am a psychic.” The feed circles around as he paces, though his hands remain in plain sight as he continues to squeeze at his fingers. “While my psychokinesis is simple to exercise, my telepathy requires a very direct approach in how it’s practiced. To put it plainly: I need volunteers to have their minds read.”

There’s a notable pause from him as he takes a few deep breaths. His voice is only slightly calmer when he speaks up again. “Given the delicate nature of what I seek, I am more than willing to offer up my other abilities as an exchange for any volunteers who might come forward. This skill is as strong as it is difficult to maintain properly. I cannot afford to let my control slip, even for an instant.”

At last, he stops, the broadcast feed stopping with him. Mantis looks directly at the camera and nods quietly.

“Eye for eye. Tooth for tooth. Help for help. No one will find me ungrateful for this.”