pain_train: (a wounded wolf is still a wolf)
[personal profile] pain_train
Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Video to everyone
Action: Windrose, or later at the fox park on the Iskaulit
When: Current

[Wrath as most people have not seen her. Hair's the same, jumpsuit is the same, expression is devoid of all the normal friendliness or happiness she displays. Her look into the camera is flat, stern. When she speaks, her tone is clipped, words a lot more precise than normal, like she's making a report.]

This is Wrath, First Officer of the Windrose.

There is a black fox that's been getting aggressive with the domesticated foxes in the fox park. Today she went after Officer Snuggles, and shortly thereafter revealed herself to be a member of the fleet rather than a pet, capable of speech. I have attached a recording of our encounter to this video for anyone who is curious.

Officer Snuggles is the vulpine officer for the Windrose security team and a valued crew asset. I do not tolerate aggression or violence toward any member of my crew and informed the black fox of such. She claimed that he is not a member of our crew and should not be "here"--presumably the fox park.

Officer Snuggles is listed on the crew roster of the Windrose. The fox park is for general use. I respectfully request that whichever captain has this individual on his or her crew adjust the understanding of their misinformed crewman.

Or I will.

I further suggest that those who have the foxes from Arslae as pets or working animals remain with them while they play in the fox park, as it seems there is a member of the fleet who feels justified bullying domesticated animals and doesn't understand the concept of shared or general use space.

Wrath out.

[Attached video: this from Wrath's first person viewpoint, taken from the data record on her artificial eye.]
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[personal profile] magicpanchira
Who: Trucy Wright and YOU!
Broadcast: Video; Fleetwide
Action: Yes, on the SS Paisley!
When: 9/16..... RIGHT NOW!

3... 2.... 1...! )
tennohno: (Default)
[personal profile] tennohno
Who: Crew of the Windrose and others!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Windrose all day, everyday
When: Month of September
thebestseller: (bluuugh)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: Richard Castle and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: August 21st

Windrose crew, please don't worry too much, but I have been tossed in the pokey, so I won't be coming home tonight. Jeez, it's like the other factions don't have any sense of humor at all...

[Castle shifts uncomfortably.]

Really, no appreciation for fine artwork, these people. And they take this team business way, way, way too seriously.

Vision, please take care of the bots, and remember me fondly if I rot away in prison.
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[personal profile] thespaceopera
[Somewhere, someone finishes deactivating yet another little hacking device on their ship... And wouldn't you know it, it is enough that the devices' collective hold over the network finally falls apart! Having so many disruption fields generated across the Fleet were what had allowed the devices to be as powerful as they were, so now that enough of them are removed--

After a rather ominous popping sound, a storm of ear-splitting static descends upon the passengers from every speaker, on every console and communication device in the entire Drift Fleet. That's all there is for about half a minute, until something filters through the noise--the stuttered snatches of a robotic voice that has been heard on a few occasions in the past.]


--ESTABLISHED AND LIVE. REPEA... CONNECTION EST-- ...AND LIVE.

[Following that, somewhere behind the worst of the noise, is an even more familiar (and much more human) sounding voice. Even through the static, the sound of surprise in his words is clear.]

Did you hear... Where--is she?? Adjust ...the tracking!

[The static increases to a point that threatens the integrity of the speakers before abruptly dying away. For a full minute, and then two, there is nothing but dead air (save for maybe the ringing in your ears). When the silence does finally break, it's with a cheery little jingle that will be familiar to many passengers.

Friendly as it is, though, it pales in comparison to the female voice that follows--veritably glowing with the sound of a smile.]


My dear passengers, it has been far too long! I have missed chatting with you so very, very much.

[Ah, yes. That's Diamond, all right. Her announcements are usually chipper, but this time she sounds relieved to even be speaking to someone.]

Let me first thank and congratulate you for fixing the awful problem that has been keeping us apart. I knew you were clever enough to figure it out! I have been trying to communicate with you all in what ways I could, but it just hasn't been the same...

And now there is so much to catch up on, I hardly know where to begin...!

[In fact, it sounds a little like paper note-cards are being shuffled around in the background.]

Oh, we've noticed that there are a lot more animals on the ships than there were the last time we checked in! You all must have been very busy on that last planet... [A stinted laugh.] As such, we have opened a special little deck of the Marsiva just for you; please do make use of the facilities available there. After all, happy and healthy animals test well with all age groups and interest boards.

And before that, you visited... [She pauses, oddly, before continuing.] ...Ah, I've been asked to remind you all to please not interfere with delicate equipment--including terraformers--in the various locations that we visit. Audiences... Well, they don't like it very much when you run off and dig into things so far outside of the scope of their interests. It's not very good for your ratings.

[Though, anyone who has been paying attention to the ratings and cash bonuses they got around that time might have reason to believe that Diamond isn't being entirely truthful there...]

We will be approaching a new Star System in a matter of days, so we'll be sure to check in and catch up with you all again soon. We are so happy to be back, and your audience is no doubt thrilled to find out what will happen next!

So until then, dear passengers, remember: the worlds are watching!

[...And finally, the broadcast goes silent. The channel is still open, but no one is speaking, and there are no further noises or indications that anyone is there.

Congratulations, everyone. Thanks to your hard work, the Hosts are back!
OOC post with more information: here.]
thebestseller: (who me?)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: Richard Castle and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Vanquish, if you want
When: July 13th

Friends, lend me your ears. I had an idea a few days ago that won't leave my head, and the idea is this:

Fluff slug races. And fluff slugs on Roombas.

... I guess that's two ideas, technically. Anyway, would anyone be interested if I manage to train the little critters to move in a straight line?
pain_train: (i've felt better)
[personal profile] pain_train
Who: Wrath (and maybe you?)
Broadcast: Entire fleet
Action: Windrose medlab, she ain't goin anywhere
When: June 11 (four days after this mess)

[Text]

extra large protein lovers pizza
++ spicy soypperoni
+ red chilies
++ mazer beer ipa or equivalent 1 6pack

5 strippers
pref male
++ purple body glitter
++ portable sound system
+ boa constrictor

deliver to: lt wrath, windrose



[Audio]

[She doesn’t quite know how bad she looks, but she knows how bad she feels. There is no way the people in the fleet need to see this. So it’s audio only. Wrath’s words slur faintly, like someone who is profoundly tired rather than drunk. Chems do that to her.]

Hey everyone. Um. I had an accident and I’m gonna be… down for a little while. I know I wanted to do a coffee thing for all my brother soldiers but… that’s gonna have to wait. Til I’m on my feet again. Really sorry, guys. But it’ll happen. Just a little later.

Anyway like last time I was in traction I just ordered pizza and strippers, but I tried to do that here and it doesn’t work? And there’s no pudding or nurses. So I’m kind of super bored since I can’t move around right now. So anyone want to like… watch vids or play games or something? I could maybe figure out how to do chess on the network. Or ask someone for help. Or tell stories. Or like. Visitors would be nice? Yeah.

Officer Snuggles says hi, everyone. [The fox yips.] And. Um. Bye~

Action under the cut )
thebestseller: (u mad?)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: Richard Castle and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A unless Windrose crew wants it
When: June 7th

[When the feed clicks on, Castle has his feet propped up and is reading aloud from a book, although the cover is obscured from view. Also, his Scottish accent is atrocious. Bear with him. He's discovered the cheap vending machine romance novels.]

"Lass, from 500 years intae the future ye may be, but theh be things ye kannae ken." Lord McKraken then doubled over in pain, holding his stomach.

"But I love you!" Elizabeth cried out, rushing over to her Lord's side, holding his sweating form in her arms as he grimaced in agony, running her hands along his feverish pectorals. "I've promised to never leave your side no matter what comes between us."

"Ah beg ye, lass, get thee away before it be too late- AUUUUUUGH!" Elizabeth was forced to back away as McKraken's skin became slimier and slimier. "Ah'm... Ah'm..."

"What is it?"

"Ah be a were-cuttlefish!"


[Castle then has to place the book face-down on the table and lean his head back, laughing.]

Sorry, I just had to share that with someone.
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[personal profile] trigeminalheadache
Who: Caitlin Snow + YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Hospitality Deck
When: Now!

VIDEO
[ The video starts suddenly, with Caitlin sitting straight up, eyes open and wide with fear.

More than what's warranted with waking up in a strange place.

Her head bows, her eyes going directly to her wrists. It seems she's checking both of them, rubbing absently at them, as if she expected to find something. (Shackles or handcuffs, that's what she's looking for.) If she's reassured there's nothing there, she certainly doesn't look it. When she looks back up, her gaze sweeping around the room, she's trying to place where she is, what's happened. This isn't Barry's lab at CCPD, it isn't STAR Labs, and it definitely isn't Zoom's lair.

It's a few minutes before she looks right into the camera, her head tilting with curiosity.
] Hello?

[ Then the feed cuts out. ]
TEXT
[ The text follows about ten minutes later. ]

This is going to sound odd, but: whoever or whatever brought me here, thank you. I need to get back to Central City, though.
cephalon: (Default)
[personal profile] cephalon
Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]
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[personal profile] thespaceopera
The Captcha is upon us, but the party isn't over! Feel free to continue your threads here, start new ones, and continue the dance party!

- Original Mingle
- OOC Post


[[OOC: Wait for Sections! Sections are up! Feel free to use the section prompts or make your own! We'd also advise against just linking back to your original mingle post for the sake of players with slower computers.]]
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[personal profile] tennohno
Who: SS Windrose crew and visitors
Broadcast: Le nope
Action: SS Windrose
When: April

[For the usage to mingle on the best ship in the fleet. Get your mingle on ladies, gents, and others!]
thebestseller: (angsty)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: Richard Castle and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Windrose if you really want?
When: RIGHT NOW

It was my birthday on the first of the month, and normally I'd have celebrated it, but having my first birthday here and this planet having deadly air have made me want to come clean about something.

I think I might be dead back home.

I don't know for certain, and I never will know unless someone from back home shows up AND they're from further down my timeline. Which is looking less and less likely the longer I'm here.

I'm not asking anyone else to share if they're in the same boat if they don't want to, but I'm still figuring out how to process it, and like I said, it's been hitting me hard lately. So I had to get it out somewhere.
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds
Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

---

[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]
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[personal profile] therewerefifty
Who: Crew of the SS Windrose and visitors
Broadcast: Nope
Action:  SS Windrose
When: March

[For the ship full of extremely kickass people.  Go forth and mingle!]

thebestseller: (bluuugh)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: Richard Castle and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: IDK Windrose or on the waystation if you want
When: March 3rd

A bit of free and sage advice to you, Fleet- if you have the cleaning bots on your ship, don't try to teach them how to bartend.

It's probably not going to end well.

At least Leopardon now has another spider web crack to match the first one. He's practically symmetrical now.

[And that's why Castle has been quiet for the past few weeks- the bots destroyed a bunch of booze at one of the waystation's hotels and he's been working to pay the debt off.]
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[personal profile] girlverine
Who: Laura Kinney/X-23 and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: For the Marsiva
When: March 1st

[Broadcast]

[When the feed clicks on, it's a close up of Laura sleeping on one of the cots on the Marvisa, her fingers coiled around a silver locket hanging from her neck, and she looks...almost peaceful?]

[But it's a very short moment, as after a few seconds, her eyes spring open, and for a few more she doesn't move, perfectly still, not even breathing, just listening to her surroundings. When she sits up finally, it's a single smooth motion that sends the communicator spinning off the bed and clattering to the floor, filming upward as the teenager stands, her hands balled into fists. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, a purple tanktop and dark blue jeans, and would have looked like a pretty normal teen if not for the intense expression on her face. Slowly she scanned the room, head tilted to the side as she listened to the sounds of the ship, and...sniffing? Was she smelling the ship?]

[Not getting whatever information she was hoping for, she turns and kicks the phone by accident, glancing over as it skittered away and then crouching down to scoop it off the floor. She frowned as her eyes search the screen, and after a few seconds, she finds the right button and the feed cuts out.]

[When it kicks back on, perhaps fifteen minutes later, it's pointed at one of the viewports on the ship, out at the stars, and Laura can be seen standing behind it on the reflection of the glass. She looks...uncertain now, hesitant, clearly her exploration did not turn up what she wanted it to. Finally she addresses the camera without turning it towards herself.]


Where am I?

[Action]

[Laura could be found moving quietly around the hospitality ship, mostly keeping to herself, sometimes sitting where she could look out the windows or where she could watch other people without being particularly intrusive, or just watch the feeds on her communicator. She was studying the ship, studying the people, studying the situation, trying to figure out what she could learn before she made any decisions about what to do next.]

[She was a bit jumpy, honestly, though not to the point of being dangerous yet. But if there was one thing X-23 hated, it was being held prisoner, and this ship was certainly a prison. In moments where she thinks she is alone, one of the long, metal claws slides out from between her the knuckles on her right hand and traces patterns on her forearm, X's and O's mostly, just deep enough to cut, not deep enough to last more than a few seconds with her heeling factor. It's not a good thing, but it helps her focus, helps her deal...]

001; video

Feb. 6th, 2016 02:44 pm
reek: (Default)
[personal profile] reek
Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: He'll be moping around the SS Paisley if you really need him
When: Current

[ The young man that sits before the camera is clearly both agitated and frustrated. Don't ask him about how he's settling in; the look on his face tells the story well enough. Not only did he have a terrible first day, but he spent nearly an hour working out what this strange device's actual purpose was.

To make up for lost time, his message is short and to the point, heavily punctuated by his angry tone:
]

Who do I speak to about an under-qualified captain?

[ This is a declaration of war. ]
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[personal profile] misterprongs
Who: James Potter [[personal profile] misterprongs]
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: U.S.S. Paisley.
When: Now!

[ james has been on the fleet for some time now, and has gotten into a routine. said routine has been shifted about slightly, due to their landing on the station. he's been working and exploring the city and trying out half a dozen things that he probably shouldn't, but for now, he's decided to embark on an entirely different adventure. ]

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