[action/broadcast] I don't know how you were inverted

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and All

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Bishop

When: Today

It’s not the biggest box in the world, but the overall size suggested at least a few items inside. Mantis took it up from the cargo hold after recognizing his own name written upon the delivery slip. He appears in the broadcast feed as he makes his way to the bridge. The feed bobs as he walks and the box itself floats in front of him as he turns it over trying to find out how to open it correctly.
 

“Not used to things like presents. I think this is one of those legendary sponsored gifts, or maybe something from a fan.” He turns his head to the feed and shrugs. “I doubt it will launch any hazardous materials in my face, so why not?”
 

The bridge of the Bishop comes into view and he finally hones in upon a latch and succeeds in opening the box. Confetti pours out initially and he pauses, camera feed and all as he pulls out an item wrapped up in yellowed newspaper. He lifts his mask slightly out of the way, revealing the downward curve of his mouth in the process. The scars pull in different directions as he holds the item close to look at the printed words.
 

“This is from my planet. The year… The seventies?” The mask slides back into place and he gently pulls at the paper by hand. It tears here and there, but gives way easily.
 

Mantis gasps loudly. It’s a gas mask not unlike his own, but sized for someone far smaller than him. The box and feed stop still as he stares at the smaller gas mask. He falls to his knees, taking the communicator and the box with him. There’s a bit of static as the feed corrects itself and shows that Mantis’s hands are shaking as he runs his fingers over the mask, touching the lenses in particular. Then he looks to the fallen box.
 

He sets the small gas mask gently upon the floor and pics up two other items from where the box had fallen: bundles of brightly colored and patterned fabric that had been folded up. Mantis sits cross-legged on the floor and slowly opens them up. He makes a choked sound at the back of his throat. The first bit of cloth reveals a necklace made of cord with a wooden charm shaped like a lion. The second is a necklace decorated with several small and sharp teeth. At last, his head turns back to the communicator and the feed re-orients itself as he sets it right. His breath comes out in short gasps that seem to send shivers down his whole body.
 

“I- How did they…” His voice cracks with a sob. After taking a deep breath, he manages to whisper: “Why did Atroma do this?”

(no subject)

[samahl]

Who: Cyril and OPEN. The idea here is that Cyril has slipped into isolated himself and people who have close CR, are part of his ship, or just happen to stumble across him can intervene. If you want a personalized starter, let me know!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Wonderduck to... whatever the name of the fusion ship is going to be. Wonderstruck? Starduck? Who knows!
When: Throughout the first half of this month, basically.


[ooc; this is in prose, but feel free to reply in action brackets if you like that better.]

It starts small. First, he ends the conversation with Dorian and feels so drained after that he thinks a nap might be in order. Then it turns into sleeping most of the day, and the day after that too. When he finally does wake, he doesn't really see the point in getting out of his room, at least until the thought occurs to him that he can get up to get some more wine.

'Some more wine' turns into a lot of wine, which turns into alcohol stronger than wine. He probably shouldn't spent several days utterly drunk, even that he's supposed to be a pilot, but they're at a system for now. He honestly can't seem to think of responsibility right now.

He had been responsible before, and it had left him one arm short and with foreign magic that was still in his body slowly killing him. What was even the point of doing anything while he was stuck out in the void of space?

So he kept drinking and sleeping and doing very little else. He hadn't even been stopping to redo his kohl, and his make up free face makes him look older.

He pretty much only leaves his room to get something more to drink, and then again later on in the month when the crew of his ship and another fuses, but otherwise he's not really anywhere to be seen publicly or on the network.