[Video] 3rd shuffle, 2nd deal

[cajunspice]

Who: Remy and open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Twin Roses, Iskaulit, or wherever needed on the Fleet.
When: June 10 start.

[Some fumbling and the instant image of Remy holding the camera, as well as a brow of his going up, shows that it wasn’t his plan to start a video, before he gives a shrug. Needing time to now prepare for the video, Remy turns it around to focus on a grey cat, Oliver, to entertain those watching while they wait.

Watch on YouTube

He returns a moment later, taking the camera back and sitting on the bed with a pen and pad of paper before writing a message on it, holding it up to the camera once he is done.]

I’ve lost my voice. Augment glitch, not sick. Hate it, hate it all.

[Remy folds over to a fresh piece of paper, again writing in big lettering so it would be easy to read on the camera.]

Started yesterday, ignored it, hasn’t gone. Will be at work and other stuff since I seem stuck with it now. [This one also has a little >/ face drawn next to the words. He had really hope it was just something that would pass quickly, something short that would be gone in a day… it was not. It was why he may had been not as active the previous day, mainly spending it in his room rather than going about the Fleet as normal.

Looks like he was stuck with it.

Remy can be found on the Twin Roses, or at the Space Bar working. And at Málum later to drink his annoyances towards this all away.]


[OOC: the excuse to use cat video bribery found via Youtube.]

Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

[postocular]

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now


(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]


ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

Twin Roses Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Twin Roses crew & whoever dares to join them!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Twin Roses
When: June

[Twin Roses is +1 Sara Lance and recently equipped a set of poker chips, a flimsy basketball hoop in the cargo hold, and a set of Bag Toss boards and beanbags. The ship lounge also upgraded to a flimsy drink cart complete with drinking glasses, containers, and a replenishing ice bucket. There's also a dart board with a set of plastic darts. Does anyone on this crew has good aim? Mystery!]