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[customplates]

Who: Aaron
Broadcast: Network - OTA
Action: Anywhere aboard the SS Bloodsport
When: Saturday


ACTION » SS BLOODSPORT

[The new arrival on the bridge makes a quick getaway, out of the lights and the sounds of the area and into the corridor, slipping as best he can with his 6'1" frame into the shadows just on the other side of the doorway (but not before pocketing a couple of those pudding cups, one can never be too greedy when it comes to sources of food).]

This can't be real.

[The words are uttered just above a whisper before he reaches to his belt, where an empty knife case hangs, and his slightly uneasy disbelief is quickly replaced with panic as he pats his pockets (however unlikely it is that he absentmindedly slipped a big knife into a pocket instead of his holster). He takes a steadying breath, eyes darting about before heading forward warily, slipping into the kitchen/galley area. Seeing no one else around after checking several hiding places, anyone who investigates the sounds of opening drawers will find a man with curly, dirty blood hair rifling through the utensil drawers looking for...something.

Once he's found a steak knife (which is better than nothing, thanks), he's going to continue exploring every door he can open on this ship, so the odds of him stumbling upon another crew member are pretty high. No matter what state he finds them in, he raises his hands to show he means no harm.]

I don't want any trouble. I just need some answers. My name is Aaron.


NETWORK BROADCAST » AUDIO

[Later, once he's gotten his bearings more he makes the following broadcast, careful and diplomatic in his wording. He still doesn't know what to make of this place or the people in it, and he doesn't blindly trust people the way he used to.]

Hello. I've only just arrived recently, and I'm under the impression many of you have been here for much longer. If you can offer me any sort of insight into this setup, I'd really appreciate it. To start things off slow and hopefully on the right foot, my name's Aaron, and I've been assigned as a Communications Officer on the SS Bloodsport.

Also, if the following names sound familiar, or you happen to own any of them, I'd be happy to hear from you:

Rick Grimes. Daryl Dixon. Glenn Rhee. Maggie Greene. Abraham Ford. Rosita Espinosa. Michonne. Carl Grimes. Sasha Williams.

[He lets a moment pass before ending his broadcast.]

Thank you for time and any help you can offer.

(no subject)

[winscenario]

Who: James T. Kirk
Broadcast: Network - open to all
Action: all around the SS Red Fish + SS Heron
When: Right now, and throughout the following week


NETWORK BROADCAST ▹ VIDEO;

[ Jim's staring seriously at the camera as the broadcast begins, concern visible on his features. He might be easily recognizable to most everyone on the Fleet, but as soon as he starts talking, it will become obvious that he is not the same man, or at least not having the very same memories. Not of this place, that's for sure. ]

My name is James T. Kirk. I'm... not entirely sure how I got here, but for what it's worth, I'm one of the new arrivals.

[ He presses his lips, glancing around. ] This isn't the first time I've been brought to a universe other than my own, but I was wondering if anyone else here has had a similar experience. Coming here from a place that's not your reality of origin.

[ A pause, ] Specifically, has anyone here heard of Riverview, or the Quarantine?

[ He can't help a hopeful look. A familiar face, any familiar face, will be welcome. He's looking for a specific one, admittedly, but he's not holding his breath on that one. ]

Thank you in advance.

ACTION ▹ SS RED FISH

[ Once he makes that broadcast, he'll be exploring his new location, so he knows what he's dealing with. He can be found roaming the ship, poking his head into all the nooks and corners, and possibly trying to sneak his way into off-limits locations, if there are any. Stop him getting into trouble, or help him? Or just come say hi to a not-quite-new face. ]

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[canofmanji]

Who: Manji and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Vanquish and Iskaulit
When: During the day

[Manji had seen Katie had left on the roster. He checked after hearing Makie had left and saw her name listed there. Still he waited another week before returning to the ship, half expecting them to come back.

He quietly looks around Katie’s abandoned room as if to assure himself she’s really gone before picking up an item and walking out again to return to the Iskaulit. It has been more of a home to him then the Vanquish has been. Which is why when he makes his broadcast it’s in the garden on the Iskaulit.]
Katie is gone if you haven’t checked the rosters. Don’t know if she left anyone anything as I didn’t check, but you can look at her room if you want. Sorry. I guess. [He’s really not good at this sort of thing.

He thinks he has turned the broadcast off as he tosses the communicator down on the ground. Maybe he did and it’s turned itself back on, but either way it gives a crocked shot of Manji standing with the item he stole from Katie’s room: her lightsaber.]
How’dcha turn it on again? [He gives it a couple wags in his hand before the beam erupts from the handle as Manji yelps in surprise.] SHIT! [At least he didn’t stab himself with it this time? He turns the handle over in his hand several times.] There we go.

oh what will the signal be

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and you

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Planetside/Bishop
When: Today

Action (Planetside)

He can almost hear dogs barking in a distant part of the base. The briefing file from before they moved in mentioned herds of caribou at the start of spring. If he focuses hard enough, he can almost hear Liquid calling out orders of the speakers to the guard patrols.

Blink. He’s holding a bowl of stew in the middle of a feast. A number of locals were insistent that he eat something, he’s so tall and thin. It was nice, in a way, to be fretted over. He could feel part of something rather than merely observing from the sides. Not that he wasn’t observing, but it was from the midst of something warm and alive and calm. You had to make your own joy when life is primarily a frozen wasteland. Home never felt so close in the year he’d been part of the fleet.

From his perch at one of the tables, he sits cross legged and listens in to conversations, spoken or otherwise. The sheer wealth of minds gives him almost as much of a sense of peace as the planet itself. Land and people hum together as one. He’ll smile as people pass him by. It’s a beautiful night.

Broadcast (Bishop)

The feed floats and bobs as he stomps warmth back into his body and shrugs off his coat. He pats his arms and shivers a little. Then his gaze is upon the screen and he waves.

“So we, well, most of us, can agree the planet has something odd going on. You can hear it in the air, over the communication devices. Another planet that sings.”

Mantis walks through the Bishop all the way to the kitchen. Jacket lands on the table and an approximate bottle of milk comes out of the fridge as a small saucepan comes down from a different shelf to the stove. The fire gets going all on its own, the milk pours itself, and he fishes a container from one pocket of his jacket as the cooking gets going.

“Cocoa powder, or something close to it.” He holds the tin up to the camera. “Whatever the source of this humming is likes calm. I’m willing to bet it’s this tree that bestows gifts on people. I’m going to go and find it. It’s almost…fairy tale. You have to do three deeds to even catch its attention.”

He finally walks over to the stove himself and waves a hand over the saucepan. “A kind deed. A heartfelt truth. A sacrifice of something that holds meaning to you. I know the truth I can tell, if someone is willing to hear me out, but for kindness… For that, I will do almost anything. I will respectfully retain some of my dignity.”

He shivers again and rubs at his arms. “Does anyone really need help right now? So many of us seem to know self-sufficiency these days.”

Fleetsgiving Mingle [ Open to All ]

[universal_charm]

Who: Everyone Who Wants to Come!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Sunday

An invitation was sent out via the network to all of the Fleet, inviting them to come together for a night of feasting, dancing, and games.

Kirk has managed to procure an event space for what he has dubbed Fleetsgiving. It sports a warm, interior space, decorated with tables, including two longer ones for food and drink. Along the far wall is a fireplace, crackling away for warmth, chairs set around and a table for fireplace games. The entire room glows with lights set in draped garlands, candles, and dim lights, warm and inviting and offering intimacy for those who wish to find it. Kirk would take credit for the decor, but no, it was the product of the owners of the event space. Probably just as well, to be honest.

An open space at the center is open for dancing at one's leisure, music drifting through the air - loud enough for dancers to sway to a beat, but not loud enough to make conversation impossible. But, who knows, maybe towards the latter half of the evening when everyone has drunk enough, there will be a dance contest. There might also be a karaoke contest, but, really, that's up to the people.

There is some prepared food - something that looks like a kind of poultry and something like meatballs in a bright orange sauce. Kirk can't vouch for what sort of animals they came from, but he can vouch for them being delicious. Bread, jam spreads, butter, local nuts and crackers. For desert there are what look like tiny tarts, and cookies dusted in a sweet pink powder. But while there is food provided, there is plenty of room for others to bring their favorites from home, or even their favorites from being here in the Fleet.

Nothing was spared for drinks either. Local wines are set out in their bottles, ready to pour, fizzy drinks in cans and punch bowls, harder options for those who wished them further down, and water and juice for those less inclined to imbibe. While there isn't much room for additions, they are welcome.

By the fire are a number of games laid out for choice - cards, some board games, and even a chess set, though it is a touch odd. Three boards, at varying heights, on a curved stand. The way the seats are arranged make it comfortable for many to play at once, or for only a few to play and many to gather by the fire and watch or idly chatter.

Come one, come all, and have a good time!

_{[ ooc: this is an open mingle post! Go ahead and make your own starters, tag around, and have a good time! Characters would be encouraged to bring their own food to add, or drinks if they so like, favorite games, etc. ]}