driftfleet | Video | GPS Code, Blood Drive, and Substitute Captaining.

Who: Sam Winchester and you.
Broadcast: Video.
Action: N/A (unless you wanna stop by and visit him!)
When: Now-ish.

Alright, well — hey, everyone. Just a few things, most of it kind of important to get out there ahead of time. First thing's first... Captain Nami's currently MIA; I'm guessing something Atroma-related. She's not anywhere on the ship, but her name's on the roster still. Until she's back, I'll take over reigns on the Bloodsport temporarily, so if anyone has anything they need to talk about regarding the ship, just let me know.

... I'll also be sure to help keep The Space Bar functioning, if any extra help is actually needed. Fenris, you think you can keep things going alright there as her second in command? Just let me know, I'll be more than happy to do a little more work outside of bar-tending.

[He's... worried. Really worried, as he usually is when his friends just disappear or fall into comas. The comas are a lot easier, actually — seeing where people are, even if they're not awake. Katie had also... Focus, Sam. Work first, worrying way later. It'd do no good to get distracted yet.]

Since Allen's left, I'm also gonna be taking over the blood drive for him. What he did was extremely important, and that blood can go towards important transfusions in case of emergency; it doesn't exactly happen too often, but I've been in plenty situations in my life where any little contribution means life instead of death.

If you're interested in giving blood, please let me know and I'll get you in on the screening process. Per the old guidelines, you have to be over the age of 16 and fill out the form attached to the video. Any supernatural or magical being who has a hard time around blood: restraint is a necessity.

The blood drive'll be on the Bloodsport. Which I guess is... actually kind of fitting.

I don't exactly have snacks to offer yet, but if anyone would like to make some, I'd be more than happy to pay you.

[Phew, that's not even the end of it. He flips gracefully through a few loose leaf papers.]

Also — before Kirito left the fleet, um. He and I worked on a GPS function for the network devices, so that you can send out your coordinates. It's an easily accessible function that can show exact locations on planets or in space, in case you want to meet up with someone or — more importantly — if you end up lost or injured and need assistance.

It's not perfect, but it helps increase your chances of getting out of a messy situation and saves time in day-to-day traveling planet-side. It does need to be manually placed on your communicators, though, so please let me know if you're interested and stop by the Bloodsport when you've got a chance.

... And give it up for Kirito; this thing wouldn't be half as functional without his half of the work.

[He clears his throat.]

Man. Lot of people missing or left, huh? How about something else? Say one good thing about yourself. Maybe... something you're good at, or a feature you like. Maybe a hobby you're good at?

I try to practice it myself; reminding myself of things I like about me. So... Lay it on me.

(OOC: Blood drive is handwaved! You can also handwave Sam putting the network GPS on your communicator, but comment here so I know who he's been adding the code to if you can. So much to do, so little time, lmfao.)

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... Gotcha. I guess I'm the same way. My old man died over ten years ago, so I know the feeling.

A loss always hurts. [ Maglor nods ] But the wound scars, with time. I am sorry that you had to know that grief also.

[He nods, with some understanding.

After a moment's pause-]

We had something similar to these living dead you talked about, too.

Wasn't a good few days.

That does not sound particularly pleasant - what happened?

Basic gist? Death himself was bound to serve an archangel, and he rose people from the dead who ended up... not quite themselves. They started out innocently enough, but...

That... sounds hideously complicated and very much 'not nice', as it were.

Yeah... well. That's what happens when the worst of the worst gets out of his cage, I guess.

Do you have someone like that? Kind of 'the most evil being unleashed' sort of thing?

[It is easier, to talk to someone like an elf from another world about it.]

[ Maglor nods slowly, something old and dark and feral rousing in his eyes, although his voice stays level ]

Aye. He had many names, but we know him now by only one, Morgoth the Dark Ememy of the world. He was one of the Valar, in the beginning, those whose powers built our world and who uphold it, even now. But he grew jealous and greedy and what he could not have he determined to destroy, and so he Fell. The rest of the Valar fought him, in the years before my folk awoke, and eventually they captured him. But he sued for pardon, and they released him, only to learn too late that he lied.

[ His smile is bitter ]

Father saw him for what he was, when he came to him, but not even Feanor was immune to the whispers! Oh, but that we realised in time! But none of us knew what to look for, as my father's agitation with his half-siblings rose to open discord. And then when Morgoth slew my grandfather and stole father's Silmarils, it was too late. We fought him for nearly six hundred years, but it took the Valar coming again to defeat him. He is gone, now, locked beyond the Doors of Night, thrown out in the Void. He will return, one day, when the watch finally fails, but hopefully that will be many Ages from now.

[He frowns.]

One could only hope. Where there's life, there's a way or three, right?

So we pray! The Long Defeat, we call history, the battle to an inevitable end. But the longer we can stave it off, the better.

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