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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

devilsinthedetails

Who: Cole Turner and you. yes, you. even you over there.
Broadcast: none!
Action: EVERYWHERE except the marsiva obviously
When: April 3rd

[No matter what ship you're on, there is a guy shimmering on it at any part of the ship you might be, not really caring where he shows up because that doesn't seem to matter to him. What seems to matter is that he's looking at a watch and disgusted by what he finds there.]

That's the worst time yet. I used to be better than this. Have I gotten lazy...or dare I say it, old? No, that can't be. I'm obviously just out of practice.

[And unless he's interrupted, he just looks like he's psyching himself up before he shimmers out to the next place, apparently trying to beat his time? idk, demons are weird and really vain.]

wolfuncaged

Who: Fenris and you!
Broadcast: Video: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist.
When: Today. SPONSOR DROP for all characters who have started a romance aboard the Fleet

( This cut is probably NSFW )

save_the_souls

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Fleetwide, Voice & Text
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: March 13th

[He's sticking with voice today, making sure any video feed is getting a text message that is accompanied with it]

Hello all. I'm Allen Walker, the- [He clears his throat and corrects himself] - rather, one of the Lab Assistants on the S.S. Blue Fish. If you don't usually listen, you may want to- because I'm willing to pay you.

[Yes. That's right. Money.]

Several might have noticed that the medical bays are rather sparse in terms of supplies beyond basic first aid. Atroma says that we can send in requests for medicine, but I'm not sure I'm willing to trust them to have our best interests in mind.

[Weird thing that. But after a moment, he links up a request board database.].

Therefore, I've compiled a supply list of things that'd be useful to have in the medical bays. I know many of you have been doing odd jobs for money, and this is very much the same. You get us the supplies, and I'll pay you. Simple as that. If I get a surplus of any items, I'd be more than happy to share with other medical bays.

If anyone else has things they need that aren't already on the list, they are welcomed to submit their own requests. Though if it's anything not vital to the fleet's health, I do request that the reward be paid out of your own pocket. And if there's anything about a request that seems suspicious, I am allowed to deny it.

Oh, and there's a request list for cooking supplies too - if that's more your thing. [Thanks guys]

Finally, the medical bays are also use fresh blood for the sake of blood transfusions. For people not familiar with the concept, it's a way to prevent people from dying of blood loss.

I'm planning to hold a Blood Drive this Sunday. Any people who donate blood will be given fresh baked cookies and be paid in money or food. I'd also be happy for any volunteers to help with running the blood drive, so please contact me if you're interested! Any vampiric volunteers must be able to have restraint around blood and will not be allowed to sample any donations.

[Which yes, even that last part was said with complete straight-faced sincerity]

Thank you!

catamite

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

noctiphile

Who: the good and merry folk of the S. S. Starstruck
Broadcast: it's a mystery! you decide!
Action: S. S. Starstruck
When: until we make a new one

[Wow! Look at that! This ship sucks! Discontent is abundant! No one likes each other! Everyone's grumpy! I'm using too many exclamation points! Looks like it's just the first of many exciting episodes aboard the S.S. Starstruck*.]

*property possibly inherited from lady gaga

pocketpal

Who: ELN-1470
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Marsiva
When: 2/21

This is ELN-1470, reporting for duty. [ A woman looms over the communicator's camera. It's filming from close to her feet, and she looks large - except, no, that's definitely just a trick of perspective. She's on top of a table. She is tiny, peering down at the communications device, tiny hands on tiny hips. ]

It appears that my prior duties have been canceled, due to the catastrophic disappearance SISC0117. Which, I may add, not only contained my duties, but my dwelling and all of my possessions.

[ Someone’s not pleased. ]

Please inform me of my updated schedule.

I’m sure it will be a pleasure to serve. [ To turn off the communicator, she stomps on a button. ]

lord_wizard

Who: Felix Harrowgate
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: 2/20, evening

[The fact that Felix remembers the past four years when he wakes up is the first indication he has that something has gone wrong. Normally the lack of memory loss would be a good thing, but he'd expected, given everything he'd learned, that life would resume as it had been the moment he'd left his own world. Of course, things had been a bit irregular near the end, and he'd had a strange hope that maybe he wouldn't forget.

The network station first records him sitting up in his cot, a man dressed in a rich burgundy coat reminiscent of eighteenth century nobility, his slightly curly red hair tied back with a ribbon. Fingers clad in gold and garnet rings brush first against his forehead, then at his chest where the necklace Ashura had given him still lay, then patting against his pocket where the Sibylline decidedly still wasn't.

As he takes in the open space and the void outside the sweeping windows, the expression on his face shifts smoothly from confusion, to shock, to a vivid anger. He sits up from his bed so quickly that it upends with a clatter]

No! No! [his shout is shrill, edging on hysterical, and much higher than might be expected out of him at first glance. He turns in place, as if looking for something or someone to direct this at instead of thin air, then settles at shouting at nothing]

Damn you, Paradisa! Is is really going to be one last trick? Haven't I served my time? Haven't I done enough?

[His eyes, vivid yellow and pale blue, find his communicator sitting on cot next to his, and he stalks over to pick it up a rather obvious air of contempt. His brows knit together in slight puzzlement amidst the storming anger]

What is this? [The fact that he actually knows the answer to that raises more questions] Is the journal not good enough for you any longer?

principality

Who: Aziraphale
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide!
Action: Marsiva!
When: 2/20, afternoon

[He looks confused. Absolutely befuddled. He doesn't seem to know the communicator is broadcasting, either.]

-dreadful, absolutely dreadful! This is clearly not Earth, and I can't call up the higher-ups to ask them...

[He looks down, and gasps a little.]

Oh! OH! Good afternoon? Evening? Perhaps even morning? Greetings. I am a...er...previous resident of Earth- A. Ziraphale. And I would appreciate, er, directions back...to Earth...

That is, if this reaches anyone? Hello? Oh, bugger.

tsundeere

Who: Chopper (

tsundeere)
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva!
When: 2/19

[After a tiny hoof smashes onto the starting button of this stationed device, the entire fleet can enjoy a blank footage of the Marsiva's hospitality deck. At least, for a few seconds. Shortly after, there's the tip of a blue, rounded hat and some antlers that show as Chopper jumps up and down to get a better grip.

Between noises of effort, his little voice might be heard.]

Come... on...! I'm almost... THERE! [Somehow, his hooves clamp onto the edge of the thing, and those antlers bring a tough face to follow! Okay, no, he's a tiny reindeer that almost looks like a Tanuki, but details. He's looking very determined as he stares down this camera, at least.]

Can anyone hear me? This is Chopper speaking! [There's no actual snail phones around here, so... Somehow he's able to recognize what this is for. He's not thinking on why for very long.] I don't really know where this place is, but I need to get back to my friends! They could be hurt!

[There's a small, contemplative and mumbley hum as he continues, bringing a hoof to his mouth as he considers.] But I guess any of you could be hurt, too... [That's worrying, all of a sudden. He looks concerned, and then determined, clenching his... hoof?? (how) at the camera.] If you are, don't worry! I'm a doctor, so I can help you out. Just let me know where you are!

mysunnydisposition

Who: Stephanie Brown
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18

[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]

What the...?

[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]

Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...

[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.

Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]

Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.

mysterzie

WHO Aaron
BROADCAST Fleetwide video
ACTION aboard the Marsiva
WHEN February 17th
WARNING actually a twelve year old, also please check permissions

This is all some kind of trick, right?

[ Hello, Drift Fleet. There's currently a very comfortable-looking young man on one of the Marsiva's hospitality couches eating some of the bland processed food and looking at the communicator that is obviously placed next to his plate on the coffee table in front of him. Comfortable-looking, maybe, but twitchy. ]

We're on a television show, in space, and that is very cool, yes. But it's a trick. Maybe we're actually in space, but we're stuck and I don't get stuck. So this is obviously some kind of... master plan by the government trying to cage people in. Forced labor or something.

[ The last part is mumbled as he eats more, chews, swallows. Takes a long drink from his cup. ]

What's the catch?

noctiphile

Who: Mattias Larnaca
Broadcast: video; fleet-wide
Action: marsiva so NO ONE
When: 2/17

I don't understand. [The screen is black, the voice is ragged, raw. Wet with sobs that gasp and hiccup out of him. The comm scrapes against the floor of the ship and a glimpse of space can be seen ] I-it's dark. She-[He chokes, splutters, coughs.]-She's gone. Is this... [A deep, bedraggled breath. The screen brightens, adjusting to the color of fluorescent lights and a young man's weary face, wet with tears. Despite his appearance, he's smiling. The kind of smile seen at births, marriages, a baby's first step. He's overcome with emotion, excited and battling it, fighting disbelief in order to confirm that this, any of this is real.]

This is a communication system. I don't-[He swipes a hand across his face, wiping his eyes clear.]-I don't know how I know that but... [muttering:]... it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Whoever's out there-[He chokes again, this time laughing.]-Goddess. I really am. Above the clouds. In her domain. I never-[He swallows, trying to contain his excitement again.]-I never thought this would happen. I could never even imagine it. Not like this. Not-Goddess.

[Falling back to one hand he sighs, pulling a hand through his tired hair, loose waves spilling between his fingertips. After a few minutes, he seems to remember that he's broadcasting. Eyes glimmering with elation, he leans forward, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.]

Please. Anyone. Tell me. [He turns the comm quickly and presses it against the glass. The screen fills with the void of space, stars glittering in their myriad.] Has night finally come?

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