and it burns burns burns, the ring of fire

[got_it_memorized]

Who: Axel and anyone on Bloodsport and Tourist
Broadcast: Seemingly anonymous text to everyone on Bloodsport
Action: Anyone on Tourist
When: Tuesday, 30December, late morning

Broadcast
[Axel had spent a little time toying with the computers in Castle Oblivion, but the communications augment this place gave him is coming in really handy now. He spent about fifteen minutes messing with functions and filters and poked through the rosters to figure out which ship Riku was on--he never should have said Axel wouldn't be able to bug him from a whole other ship, because so help him, he's going to bug the crap out of him now. He was going to send a slew of annoying text messages to just Riku, but it'd be more fun to be obnoxious at his entire crew, right? Setting the filter for anyone onboard the Bloodsport, Axel decides that he might as well be educational while he's being insufferable. All texts appear to come from an anonymous source.]

Fire Facts! Everything you ever wanted to know about fire and never thought to ask! A candle flame burns at approximately 1800 degrees Fahrenheit, or 1000 degrees Celsius.



Action for anyone onboard the Tourist
[Axel is in the dining area, his feet propped up and a big sly grin on his face as he sends messages from his communicator. There's a plate of barely-touched (questionable) food nearby--he's really not sure about this protein gel stuff. Feel free to give him some pointers on how to make it more palatable. Or maybe ask what's so amusing, if you dare...]

Comments

text.

[limitstorm]

Who is this?

action.

[clownshoes]

[ and, naturally, there is a sora lurking around nearby, ready to sneak right up on him. ]

What are you doing, Axel?

text

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[on the one hand, he's not comms-savvy enough to trace this back to another ship. but on the other hand, he's pretty sure that either a person or "Atroma" is responsible, so... let the games begin.]

Is that so?

٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

[not_mafia]

[There's a pathetic whine coming from over near the food dispenser from a very miserable, very hungry child.]

Isn't there any real food here...?