Let's Not Mention the Flaming Blanket Incident

[hollystrike]

Who: Katie and You (Yes You)
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Eh, now

[She actually got her memory back a bit over a week ago, but between the instability of her magic on re-awakening and the messing around with souls that followed, it's just been safer to keep a low profile.  For everyone else, that is.  There's nightmares in that thar mist for the accidentally enchanted.  (And also, a question answered:  if she dies here, she stays here in her entirety.  Her fae soul is trapped, too.  Which... is vaguely irritating, but to be honest she's a little relieved about it.)

So she's kept herself busy locked away in one of the Iskaulit's rooms and a selection of paints, following through on the idle joke she had with Crowley months ago.    Painting is good therapy!

...so's vandalism.]

[Video]

[It's first person handy cam!  Heading down a corridor towards a door.] 

It's come to my attention that I somehow missed talking to our lovely hosts a few weeks ago!  That's a shame.  I wouldn't have minded snogging one or the other.  I've decided to take out my remorse about it on a few walls.  I do hope nobody was using this room for anything else beforehand--

Ah.  Here you go.

[The door is flung wide to show a freshly-painted, extremely flattering painting of Carmen and Chase, taking up one wall of this room and painted in an assortment of complementary pastels.]

Do you like it?  It's not quite finished yet.  [She puts the comm down facing the wall and leans into view for a moment, hair swinging, to wave gaily at the camera.]  Just hold on a moment...

[Aaand she's gone.

And then there's the godawful scrape of a large metal container being dragged across the floor until she manages to get it into view of the camera:  an industrial size bin full to overflowing with rotting fruit and other assorted trash she's scavenged from all over the place.]

That's better.

Would anyone like to practice their aim?

[I am a responsible Captain.]

See how they glisten

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and All
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Planetside
When: Today

Action

He hobbled more than anything out of the mists. His whole body shook with harsh tremors as he came back into civilized streets and the overwhelming sense of people. Most concerning is that he can’t stop coughing: a dry and raspy noise that rocks through him as each fit comes along. He has to lean against a wall and wait for a particularly bad one to pass.

Slowly, he lifts up one hand and several chained dogtags clink and glitter in the light. There are four in all, and his grip on them is such that his knuckles are almost ghostly white. Then he gasps and turns his head sharply, wincing as some unseen thing comes closer to him. Another coughing fit comes upon him and he tries to stand and keep going. Not much longer, not much longer. He needs to get back to his ship

Broadcast

Mantis is hunched over heavily in the bed. His head bobs as he mutters things to himself. For a moment, it seems as though he isn’t aware of the video feed at all, but he eventually lifts his head up and takes several deep breaths.

“I- I’m in a hospital. Mist diving is… Is not safe.” He coughs suddenly, covering his chest with one arm. “There’s darkness down there. Kept seeing things. Not real things.”

His hand fiddles with several chains looped around his neck. They clang lightly against each other and he counts the dogtags hanging from them one by one.

“Wolf… Raven… These were my teammates. I left them at home when I was brought here. We were in Alaska. Okay. Okay, I’m back. The psychological effects of the mist are irritating. When you’ve had worse psychological breaks than this, the hallucinations are almost laugh…able…”

His gaze focuses sharply on a spot above the camera and he touches his fingertips together on each hand without moving his gaze. “That said, I need to recover. The coughing needs to subside before I get off the planet.”