THE DRIFT FLEET

Iskaulit Mingle

Sun, 11 Feb 2018 17:43:22 GMT

Posted by: dreamofakuze

Who: Anyone and Everyone who might have business on the community ship!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: All over the Iskaulit
When: Spanning the whole month

[There's planets below and a community ship above and business to be had all over.]

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[Open Broadcast]

Fri, 02 Feb 2018 04:50:08 GMT

Posted by: tallasaking

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Video, all ships at space
Action: Aboard the First Breath
When: Todayish

[Tyrion's turned on the camera and is rubbing his face furiously. He looks ... tired. More healthy, but tired. The smile he grants everyone is still, very tired. Yet it is there, and when he speaks it's with the same drawl that Tyrion is known for.]

Here we are, in a three planet system where apparently, everything is fine.

[One. Eyebrow. Raises.]

I am taking even bets on how long it lasts.

[A wry smile.]

In any case, I plan on doing a fair bit of trade here, so anyone who has things they wish to sell but think they will be duped? Let me know. I can haggle for you, for a low, low price of one credit per transaction. Because who does not love shoving responsibility onto someone else, eh?

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ACTION / ANONYMOUS TEXT.

Thu, 18 Jan 2018 02:08:37 GMT

Posted by: theroadwarrior

Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Iskaulit, SS Starstruck.
When: Throughout the month and stuff.

Introspection and whatnot.

[Max has had a hell of a two years, eh? Though one supposes he's had a hell of a last two decades, really, but for him this place has been better and worse than home in ways he'll never be able to particularly prescribe to paper. The visions are lesser. The social ineptitudes are still so-so, though one could say he's at least warmed up to the idea of having a name and people he particularly gravitates towards. He doesn't... know a lot of people in the fleet. Not know them, not like he knows his crew, but he doesn't seem to particularly mind how limited he's left his pool of trusted.

Because he only just figured out how to trust people, like... a year ago. Not counting Furiosa, for whom he'd grapple the imperator of Hell itself over, but that's a whole 'nother series of strange emotions he can't put to pen and paper. Anyway. Big two years. Gained faces, lost most of a leg, figured out how to not always fly with swinging fists when the memories seep out from his brain and into the veins of his eyes and whatnot.

He's still the weird guy who sits, silent, in almost any situation, but... at least he's wearing different shirts and doesn't have a beard down to his nipples. These are entirely big improvements.]

Iskaulit Gym Action.

[Now that he's got his fake leg, courtesy of one Howard Stark, he's started getting back into shape. Because suddenly having a prosthetic doesn't mean you magically are the bionic man, yunno? Gotta actually learn to use it; use it or lose it. He's in the gym aboard the Iskaulit, training himself — running, weights, tripping on his own two feet, the works. One can find him here, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt before leaping right back into motion.

Nothing better than to have this to focus on, when you're Mad Max. This is far better than what he could be focusing on, all of which are hallucinatory and far out of date. Still, Peggy's talk of marriage has managed to dredge up a few things that he has a hard time shaking. Things like pillow talks and burping ankle biters and curly hair he had to sweep to find eyes. High school lovebirds. Picnics n' stupid shit that don't actually feel so stupid. The past.

He goes to the punching bag when he gets to the end of the film reel in his head, the one that ends the home movies and starts the terrible trek across the desert to find a place to die. He's getting better, though. Really. His brow is always creased like that, like something's offensive.

He stops to take off said leg for a bit, because even if it's science fiction garble, it's still a stump and it still hurts when you walk on it for a long time (or run on it, or jump on it, or curse on it). Anyway. Come visit the idiot in the gym, whatever he's doing.]

STARSTRUCK. | cw: PTSD episode (but coping strategies, thanks Sam)

[A darker night, at some point, brings him to the lounge. Or rather, you're brought to the lounge by the sounds of the record player, playing one of those old vinyls. It's a low tone, low enough that it would make sense — the sounds of someone not wanting people to know the record is playing, instead of inviting the company openly.

Max is sitting on the couch there, head bowed low, one hand rolling the pieces of a bracelet on his wrist compulsively, an open bottle of whiskey opened beside him on a table. He's apparently still in his night clothes - an undershirt and sweats, something of which is a new thing, the concept of putting on 'sleeping clothes' instead of being hyper-alert in his regular battle garb - and has foregone putting on the leg. The crutch leaning on the couch explains how he got out here without too much fuss.

Judging by the fervent but inaudible mumbling and the careful fidgeting of the bracelet, he didn't come out here enjoyably, though. If one listens closely enough past the music, they could hear the repetition of names, names of people aboard the SS Starstruck, and then the names of the other fleet ships.

Reminders of where he really is, instead of where his mind tortures him with.]

TEXT. | ANONYMOUS.

what's changed you here on this ship?
how's it changed you?

you think it's for better, or worse?

[OOC: Or...! If you have a wildcard or prompt you wanna do, hit me up at simpledog, because I'm down for anything!]

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Tue, 19 Dec 2017 21:53:47 GMT

Posted by: pain_train

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: In the cargo bay of the Heron
When:now!

[Cue an extremely excited Wrath, surrounded by absolute drifts of wrapping paper.]

Guys! Guys guys guys!

[She scrambles in the paper, whipping strips of it aside.]

Look! Holy fucking shit, look!

[It's a bunch of... parts. To some kind of machine? A bit mystifying unless you're really into motorcycles... or hovercycles, more precisely. But then she pulls up a set of handlebars, and whips more paper aside to show the smooth curve of a matte black, amored fender--which has PAIN TRAIN scrawled across it in crimson paint.]

It's my hovercycle!

[It's also in pieces.]

Um. Is there an engineer out there with some spare time? I can like... make you drinks or knit you a scarf or give you credits? I just need helping putting this together. I think everything is here? But I'm not really an engineer type person, so...

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voice & text

Mon, 27 Nov 2017 02:45:06 GMT

Posted by: ahappylie

Who: Okita Souji
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Only if you can find him where he's hiding
When: Now!

[When everyone is still reeling from dealing with what happened on the planet, what better way to cheer everyone up than some seriously weird ass fun? Totally. He has the best ideas.

So on some morning after the drift has started and the Fleet seems to be calming down, everyone will get this lovely weird message on the comms. There is no picture of the speaker attached because he sure as hell isn't giving clues to his location.]

I heard from somewhere that this is a popular game in the future.

[Attached to the message are two images:

RateMe1.jpg

and

RateMe2.jpg]

Apparently, you look at a photograph and rate the person from 1 to 10. Feel free to send out more photographs to rate. I'm sure we all have opinions.

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And Let Us Gather 'Round [ Video + Action ]

Tue, 21 Nov 2017 05:57:35 GMT

Posted by: universal_charm

Who: Kirk and The Fine People of the Fleet
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit, Specifically at the Melting Pot - Note: After the Broadcast
When: After they start heading away from the system

Video
_{[ Kirk appears on the screen, and probably like many people he looks tired and a bit beaten up. Scratches not yet healed on his face, one even covered with a bandage on his cheek, that sort of drawn look around his eyes after all the sleepless nights and the battles and general horridness. A little to pale, perhaps.

Even so, he gives as warm a smile as he can as he begins to speak. ]}

For those of you who might not know, I come from a world called Earth - or at least, one of the versions represented here. On my world, in the country I hail from, we celebrate something known as Thanksgiving roughly around this time of year if I've done my calculations correct. Some people call it Friendsgiving, but it's all the same really.

Essentially, it's a time to a give thanks for the good things in your life, your friends, and your family. In the spirit of that, I've arranged for a gathering at the Melting Pot - a thank you to Jarvis for that. Everyone who wishes to come is welcome.

I just thought we all could use a day, a place, to be together and to just enjoy each other. So I hope to see you there.

Action: The Melting Pot
_{[ The restaurant is set up to allow as much mingling as possible when people arrive - places to sit, of course, but there's gentle music playing for those who might want to dance and just to give some atmosphere (but not loud enough to stop conversation at all). Food and drink is laid out - things to nibble on rather than the usual feasts associated with a Thanksgiving. Not particularly ideal, but it's what could be managed. Unless, of course, anyone decided to bring something else to add to the spread.

Not a fancy party, to be sure, but it's warm and inviting, which is what Kirk had hoped for. A place for them all to come together and enjoy each other and just be glad they were all there and if not quite completely whole, then, well, able to be there. ]}

_{[ooc: Open mingle! Feel free to create your own starters and do as you like - tis a warm Friendsgiving party for the Fleet! ]}

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Mon, 30 Oct 2017 20:41:10 GMT

Posted by: pain_train

Who: Heron crew and anyone who comes to... visit?
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Heron and the surrounding nasty jungle
When: While we're trapped on the planet

[We've had better days. The ship is trashed, the jungle is full of hostile people that want to skin us, and we seem be out of anything remotely coffee-esque...]

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[AUDIO] [Full Ship Broadcast, Above and Below.]

Tue, 24 Oct 2017 00:50:05 GMT

Posted by: tallasaking

Hold on - I just need - okay so ... so I think they've gotten to the towers.

[Tyrion's voice came in clearer, as he moved towards the communicator.]

Right - no picture - but who wants to look at my terrible visage anyways - hello? Hello, can you hear me, Planetside? This is Tyrion Lannister of the SS First Breath. I repeat, this is Tyrion Lannister of the SS First Breath. Can you hear me? Is anyone alive down there?

[Let's see if that slippery bastard is a liar, eh?]

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voice;

Fri, 06 Oct 2017 04:49:45 GMT

Posted by: ahappylie

Who: Okita and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Goldstone
When: October 6th and subsequent days

( Ashes, ashes: Action for the Goldstone )

[Voice: Later on the 6th]
[He's still so tired by moving around with a fever isn't unfamiliar to him at this point in his life. He bundles himself up the best he can and turns on the communicators, his voice rough and strained, but still managing to sound cheerful despite it all.]

I heard all of the natives made it safely off the planet? Thank you, everyone, for working so hard... I know it wasn't easy, but you saved them. Thank you.

[He takes a moment to catch his breath.]

I also have a confession to make that some of you may already know. It seems silly in comparison to everything that has happened...but I haven't been honest and I apologize. [What good is dying for these people if he can't even trust them with such basic information, right?]

For those who know me as Soujirou, you can continue calling me that if you wish, but my true name is Okita Souji.

[He pauses again because he's already reaching his physical limits, but he doesn't want to end on a downer note.]

So! Does anyone else have a confession to make? It can be silly or serious. It seemed like a good time to start anew.

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Y'All Need to Dream of Dancing Fish

Wed, 27 Sep 2017 05:43:56 GMT

Posted by: hollystrike

Who: Katie McCoy & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit or Vanquish
When: 27 September.

[Because it's a matter of survival for the fae, Katie learned to deal with her own nightmares very early on. It's one of those issues when your existence straddles the line between the mundane world and the dream one and you see both at once. It can be fun. It can be beautiful. It can also kind of suck ass.

What happened to the planet below is still a source of roiling nausea for her, but she is by far not the only one dreaming of it now.

In one sense, it's good that the scale of destruction is so vast that the human subconscious has difficulty replicating it as echoes in the confined space of the ships themselves, but it doesn't stop her from catching glimpses of horrified faces in the corner of her eye. Ghostly echoes of copper-skinned victims before their death. Corridors suddenly filling with flame and screams. See, that one's jarring as hell and she has difficulty pretending she can't see it. It's enough that she excuses herself from polite company and locks herself in the Vanquish's personnel room, a ball of wool in her hands and a twitchy cat slinking at her heels. Licorice can see it all, too. That's the problem with getting too close to the fae. She wonders idly if Sam is having issues.

She can't exactly make an announcement to demand everyone get over it already. You can't get over something like this. It's healthy to go through that grief. But if a corridor happens to fill with fire while she's in it, she'll burn. And it's her job to try and curb this kind of thing, the way she ... totally didn't do that in Bath. Oh, well.

She does what she can.]

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Would anyone like a dream catcher? [She holds up a contraption made from baby blue wool and shells, shaking it a little. It looks decidedly average.] Personally speaking, I've always found the ones I didn't make myself far more useful. But you could always try them out and see what happens. Might help with the nightmares none of you are having.

Speaking of non-issues, I suppose this is what being a personnel officer is all about. I really do need my Doctor Is In sign, don't I?

[Decidedly average-looking or not, the dream catchers will reek of magic to anyone who can detect that sort of thing. And they'll work on the nastier nightmares people have until the magic runs down.

She'll be mostly in her personnel room on the Vanquish because these things take time to make, though she'll visit the Iskaulit later to hang out in the fox park and recharge.]

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First Spell ☠ Video & Action

Wed, 13 Sep 2017 20:28:03 GMT

Posted by: fantachetic

Who: Dorian Pavus & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Lyuku & Marsiva
When: 9/13

Video;;
[ Waking up in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar things is certainly high on the list of disturbing things Dorian has experienced, on par with seeing a future that should never exist. It takes little time to figure this communicator business out, and somehow, he knows how to operate it despite never having seen it. Mark number two for 'this place is disturbing'. After a while, he opens the communicator and turns on the video feed. That is a very well-manicured mustache.. ]

From what I understand, and feel free to correct if I'm mistaken, but we've been spirited away by a seemingly-benevolent entity. Furthering that, we are given information that, by all accounts, should be impossible, yet here we are!

[ This entire tirade is complimented by a wide flourish, gesturing to his surroundings. ]

What, you thought that was simply the beginning? Turns out, we visit entirely different places, and this one happens to have something happening to it. A might convenient, I daresay. Oh, but let's not forget, we're entertainment! Steal the spotlight, win the show and get to leave. Sounds simple enough, but has this actually happened to anyone you are aware of?

Lyuku;;
[ The streets are colorful, if not a bit crowded, but not unpleasant. It's difficult to not want to spend hours winding through the stalls of the bazaar. He has a few credits to spend, but Dorian doesn't feel the immediate need to part with them in case there is something that strikes his fancy at the end. However, that won't stop him from browsing and trying to get a better deal. Maybe he stops to feed a strawberry to one of those dragonesque lizards. Definitely not picking it up, though. It can stay right where it is. He could also be found perusing the more mystical wares- tables of crystals and bottled herbs that he's absolutely unfamiliar with but intrigued by. ]

Fortune Telling;;
The beck and call of a few extra credits doesn't elude him, though really he doesn't see how he has the 'look' of a fortune teller- and he would have had half a mind to be offended had she meant anything by it. The orange-skinned woman had wanted a bit of shut eye, so Dorian finds himself sitting under a canopy surrounded by lots of musty tapestry and gleaming strands of beads. The crystal ball and stack of cards could be laughable. If he weren't superb at being incredibly charming. ]

I have a good sense about your future, care for a reading?

Wildcard;;
[ Hit Dorian up with something else! On the Marsiva, seeing the sights? Sure! ]

[ooc note: those who wish to make TDM threads canon and want to continue, feel free!]

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Sun, 27 Aug 2017 04:21:24 GMT

Posted by: pain_train

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Text to the fleet
Action: On the Heron
When: now!

[Action]

[Wrath's sleep hours aren't the most regular, though she has a definite routine that she keeps to. This is a break in that routine. Weird hour, still in her fluffy pink pajamas, she's sitting in the dining area with a cup of some godawful, bright pink concoction steaming in her hand. She also looks exhausted.

Not drinking it. Alternating between staring in the middle distance and sketching something on a small tablet.

Officer Snuggles is at her feet, and as much as a fox can look worried, he does.]

[Text]

hey everyone so

what does it mean when you can remember a dream i never remember my dreams but i kind of had one i did

are dreams always weird and bad

and waking up feeling like you've been screaming is normal right cause that happens a lot but i never remembered why til now

do you dream about places you've never been or seen or stuff like that how does it work

thank you for your answers

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Floot Loops

Thu, 17 Aug 2017 02:00:42 GMT

Posted by: all7seas

Who: Jack Sparrow and Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, unfortunately.
Action: It COULD lead to action on Kayann, which is where Jack is at the moment. It's much better than being stuck on the Bishop with Looma and mean people who hate Jenga. (Looking at YOU, Pidge Gunderson.)
When: Later in the evening of the 16th.

"New fruity floot loops
Slooping in a groovy suit
Gloop 'em in a new boot
Or sling 'em in a pie.

Rooty-tooty floot loops
Drooping in a blue soup
Mooping in some newt poop!
Floot Loops til we die!"

[It's a poem. Jack wrote it. And now he's reciting it over and over again. To you.]

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Video; Who's gonna be your dream?

Sun, 13 Aug 2017 23:18:40 GMT

Posted by: onlyanapple

Who: Crowley and You!!!
Broadcast: Network wide
Action: Goldstone
When: Right now!

[The feed opens to Crowley, looking exceptionally smug with himself. That is the first sign that he's been up to something, honestly. He's spent the vast majority of the last few weeks bouncing between being absolutely plastered and working on a project.]

Hello people. Some of you might have noticed we have an interesting selection of games on our lovely network [he clicks a button and oh look, it's an annoying popup on your screen. Did the network have popups before? Doesn't matter, it does now] you have me to thank for that. I appreciate thanks in alcohol and gaudy jewellery for Felix.

Anyway, I decided to create a special little new something for you people. Seen as there's all sorts of relationship drama going on in the Fleet, I thought something like this might purge your systems of it a little bit. Worth a shot, right?

[Another annoying popup, this one announcing a game called Space Sweeties - and those from a certain point in time might recognise it as one of those ridiculous text dating simulator games. There's a selection of different beings, male, female and other - all prime for your date-sona to romance them in their space station. It's ridiculous and tacky as hell- multiple secret endings and complex puzzles galore. Like all of the games Crowley bring to the network, it's a massive time sink.

This is what happens when Allen leaves. Crowley does questionable things.]

You're welcome! Enjoy yourselves. I'm curious to see who will manage to get the good end for Raynelex the Third from the planet Betamax. Do let me know if you find it.

[[ooc: Feel free to make up ANY characters within the game, be creative, have fun!]]

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Text/Action.

Sun, 23 Jul 2017 09:33:46 GMT

Posted by: theroadwarrior

Who: Max and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now-ish! Potential talk of mental health, but who knows! PTSD always, anyway.

[Max is not really social, in the days that follow the calibrations. In fact, he's downright hard to find — even for the Starstruck crew. Not mysteriously so, as there's always a shuttle missing and one can assume Max is marooning himself nearby in space itself, but he's still even more out of sigh than usual. He mainly just checks in to make sure nothing much has changed. Finally, after so much avoidance, he wanders back in and appears to seem... semi-manageable as company.

Or maybe he just got sick of space. Feel free to find him around the Starstruck; he's not leaving it much, if at all. He likes napping on the lounge chair, leaving the record to spin without the needle or a tune. If your character is really quiet they can sneak around him and play something. Or maybe try to stir him. But — wait. What's that? Written in Max's handwriting, there's a little note on the spot beside him.

Such a pleasant note. He's apparently learning after the last few punches or near-punches he's given people.

Or, you might find him with his rather nicely-crafted knee brace off; it's sitting beside him as he sits at his desk, and he's carefully working on a busted part to the shuttle with a melding gun. His bum leg is stretched out, relaxed, with a little TLC — one of those nice icy hot packs to quell the ache. Is that a single solitary beer bottle on the desk? Shucks, he's just having a nice cold one while he works. Or, you know, maybe a cuppa tea he took from the kitchen. Maybe. Maybe you find him in the bathroom, trimming his beard, because he hasn't been cutting it and it's getting way too out of hand. Like his hair, which is currently trying to go down his forehead and eat his eyes.

Anyway. He's had some things on his mind. What better way to ask than a text, so he can possibly ignore replies or disconnect early or take his time building his social gauge again?]

medication.

how far has it advanced for you
back home.

doesn't really exist anymore in my world. not a lot other than some natural remedies.

no pharmacies to visit.

anyone need to take them here?

[Just... wondering. He's got a bad knee, after all.

And, well. A bad brain. But he's not about to go into detail about that being a reason he's asking.]

if you were in my head

leave it alone. don't want to talk.

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Sat, 22 Jul 2017 02:06:15 GMT

Posted by: pain_train

Who: ~~A BLAST FROM THE PAST~~ Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Paisley
When: Right this very minute, until the shuffle happens

[Action]
[She wakes up all at once, disoriented, because this isn't her familiar bunk on the Windrose, and the comfortable, warm weights of Jellybean and Officer Snuggles are missing. It also, thank fuck, doesn't look like any place she knows in Proles. Wrath staggers around the room for a circuit, tries the door, oh shit it's locked, and--

It takes a second for her never-quite-the-same memory to identify where the hell she's ended up: she's on the Marsiva.

...again?

It's a little disquieting, because everything is arranged exactly how she remembered before. But she knows what's going on this time, right?

Right?

And just as she's gathering her thoughts to try to speak coherently for a broadcast... BANG. A little spray of confetti--she remembers this part, kind of--and she's on the bridge of a ship, but it's not her ship, and she's even more confused. She whips around, trying to figure out where the hell she even is.]

...what the fuck is even going on?

[Broadcast]
[She is still so very, very confused.]

Um. Hi everyone! It's me. Wrath. First officer of the Windrose.

[This is dumb. Everyone already knows who you are, Wrath.]

I mean. You know that already. But. Um. Does anyone know why I was on the Marsiva and then... still not on my ship? Did I get my ass killed or something?

Um. And Captain Vision, sorry. For whatever I did to end up here. I didn't mean it. Unless I did mean it at the time, and then I'm just really, really sorry and I'll be even sorrier as soon as I can remember.

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MINGLE — NYE & Winn's Birthday PARTY!

Sat, 31 Dec 2016 18:53:51 GMT

Posted by: passingthrough

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Broadcast — Earlier than now for planning
Action: Hotel Corona — Winn's birthday / NYE party!
When: Action — Dec. 31 / New Year's Eve

[Broadcast (open to everyone but Winn)]
At the risk for earning a reputation as a party planner, I have a thing for everyone to attend again. Don't worry, lots of other people are helping pull it together. It's going to be on New Year's Eve, but the real event is the countdown to Winn's birthday which is also on the first. It's going to be in a club we rented out for this in the red shift district. Starts around seven-ish. Ends when you pass out?

It's kind of a surprise maybe? At least the part where it's for his birthday. And if you don't know Winn but you still want to come that's fine too. You can trade a gift for Winn for a free drink at the bar. Otherwise, bring some money. Cake's on us though.

[Birthday/New Year's Party]
[The space is well decorated and so glittered you can probably tell Wrath was part of the team putting this together. Lots of Winn's friends came out to help whether it was getting decorations up, managing food, music, or chipping in to buy out the space and a drink for anyone bringing a gift. Not to mention drinks for the birthday boy all night.

There's a table for presents and another one with a spread of openly available food though the bar has appetizers you can buy too. There's a big cake at one end because of course there is and some punch that didn't start the night spiked at least. There's space for dancing and a karaoke machine set up on a small raised platform for those who want to try their hand at entertainment.

The night really kicks off when Winn walks in and instead of a balloon drop there's a fluffy blue stuffed bear drop. Feel free to take one of those home. There are a lot.

When midnight comes closer some people will file out to one of the observation areas to get a good view of the nebula for the big countdown. Bring your own person to kiss!

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The fire of friendship lives in our hearts; as long as it burns, we cannot drift apart

Thu, 29 Dec 2016 22:39:47 GMT

Posted by: spontaneouscombustion

Who: Pinkie Pie and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Caprine
When: Hearth's Warming Morning

[Friends of a certain tiny pink pony has been quiet this month. For the most part she's been staying either on the Caprine or the icy planet, only visiting the hotel to buy baking supplies in an act of defiance against the Atroma. She HAS been busy with something, though, and after a month of labor her project is finally ready to be unveiled. One morning, everyone on the Caprine, as well as all of Pinkie's friends on the other ships (and even Sokka), will wake up to a tiny little package placed at the door to their rooms: tiny dolls in the likeness of the recipient and... carved out of solid rock? Hopefully this broadcast sheds some light on things.]

Morning, everybody, and Happy Hearth's Warming, and all the other holidays you guys have this year! Allen mentioned it earlier this month, but Hearth's Warming is a holiday back in Equestria where Cheesy and I are from. It's to celebrate how the three pony tribes stopped fighting with each other and used friendship to stop Windigos from freezing everything solid!

[Yeeup, pony history can be horrifying if you think about it too long.]

One of our traditions is putting dolls over the hearth, so here you guys go: one Pie Family-style Hearth's Warming doll! I know the ships don't really have fireplaces, somewhere high up and warm should work too! Love you guys tons, and Happy Hearth's Warming!

[And with that the video ends. Feel free to call or visit her back to share the holiday spirit!]

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Third Flight [Video]

Mon, 26 Dec 2016 18:27:06 GMT

Posted by: hot4engines

Who: Kaylee Frye and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Golden or at the Hotel Corona if you desire
When: December 26th

[Kaylee is looking a little sour faced when she opens the broadcast. She's proudly wearing the little wrench necklace Takeshi gave her for Christmas, but then pans down to show a whole crate full of cheap-looking mechanic's tools. There's a pocket socket set, a hot pink set of coveralls, and various other implements, including, strangely, a bag of novelty bottle openers. They're all... quite colorful, having neon-colored handles, and have prominent sponsor logos on them.]

Now look, I ain't trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, but is there a reason for all the pink? I'm findin' it's hard enough getting people at this hotel to take me and my mechanic ability seriously, and this might make it a bit harder. Also, tools is usually a dull color 'cause they get dirty easily, so I'd be ruining the present pretty quick. Is this really the kind of cra... stuff the sponsors send us?

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[Video]

Sat, 24 Dec 2016 05:53:13 GMT

Posted by: tallasaking

[Tyrion is looking at a wrapped ... something sitting atop his worktable in the Engineering room, mis-matched eyes narrowed as he poked at it gingerly. It was brightly wrapped, clearly done by hand with fancy paper and that wonderous device known as tape.

Tyrion kept poking at it like it might bite him.]

...so just out of curiosity, what precisely is going on this time of year for most of you? There seems to be a lot of ... giving recently.

[He really just wants to make sure no one has gotten some sort of alien disease. Really.]

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Wed, 07 Dec 2016 21:03:43 GMT

Posted by: pain_train

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: video to everyone
Action: Iskaulit, interfaith center (feel free to treat the action as a mingle)
When: broadcast is current, action happens the next day

[Wrath, all uniformed up and serious. Anyone who's seen it before will recognize this as her "in command" face, though she mercifully looks less pissed-off than she ever has before in this mode. More... thoughtful.]

This is a message aimed at the ship captains and first mates in the fleet, but I don't think it's a bad idea for other people to hear it. I'm Wrath, now captain of the Windrose.

This place is... weird, because we're given officer titles without an actual command structure in place, and without a legal code, oath, or universal moral authority over us. As someone who was a military officer for... I guess over twenty years, I find that really difficult.

It's pretty obvious that the intention for these ranks to be hollow, and for that to be a source of stress and drama that will entertain the audience. But captain is only an empty title if you let it be. And while we don't have any kind of unified mission or directive, there's one part of being an officer that can and should always apply: we take care of the people under our command.

I know a lot of you have gotten these arbitrary ranks without wanting them or having civilian or military command experience. I think it'd be helpful if we talked. I've got experience I can share, and I know other people do as well. And maybe together, we can come up with some ideas that will make everyone's lives better.

Stefan's said he doesn't mind if we borrow the meeting space in the Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit. This isn't for religious reasons, but because it's a nice space with plenty of chairs and hot drinks and stuff. If you want to participate in this discussion, let's get together tomorrow afternoon while we're still drifting, get to know each other, and talk.

Wrath out.

( And the next day )

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🍭 ００５｜ｔｅｘｔ

Sat, 03 Dec 2016 14:41:10 GMT

Posted by: benames

Yo fleeters -

Can I just say I'm like 95% relieved we left Planet Creeperfuck and its creepy as fuck messages behind? I say 95% because there's a legit 5% chance that the moment I relax will be the moment I get eaten.

I actually have a few other things to bring up except for alien movie tropes:

1. thumbs up to everyone who came to the winnsco halloween party. major thumbs up to those who stayed to help us clean up.

2. superheroes, enhanced humans, friendly, gorgeous alien ladies ( sup kara ) and other supereverythings - I have a bone to pick with you regarding a creepily fast hologram of a creepily fast creepily-everything speedster from my world. I want to make sure that if he comes here, we're not doomed so if you want to practice your moves, I'm your man.

regular humans are always invited but lemme tell you, it's pointless to shoot at a speedster and also I think hank has a rule about no bullets on our ship.

3. I have started preparing for my first ever Space Christmas. if you need twinkle lights or other engineered decorations, I'm at the blameless, you can come and order some. free of charge if your'e willing to help.

4. yes, there will be space engineered mistletoe. no, you don't get a choice where it goes. yes, I have spies everywhere. yes, it will give you a minor electric shock if you try to remove it. yes, I will know about it.

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Sun, 27 Nov 2016 23:07:30 GMT

Posted by: notzubats

Who: Sora Niniji
Broadcast: Video
Action: Somewhere on the Iskaulit
When: Today

[From the video feed, it looks like Sora's stowed himself somewhere on the Iskaulit away from people. ]

Hey, um... [He rubs the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to say this]

Listen, I know lots of people have been having problems. You know, like trouble with the gravity or powers switching or water splashing, or...other stuff. People are saying it's the augments, but...

[He swallows] Truth is, it's me.

Something's up with my powers and they're setting off on their own. I'm working on getting them to stop, and I know anything that happens will probably wear off after awhile. I mean, it usually does! Not that it fixes anything or excuses it, but-

[He stops himself with a sigh. This is not what he wanted to say. He clears his throat and tries again]

I'm sorry. That's all what I wanted to say. I'm sorry. For all of it.

Sorry.

[And with that, he reaches over and turns off the feed

OOC: Augment glitch continues! Feel free to have your character affected either on the mingle or their own posts!]

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[Open] [Video] [Iskarault]

Sat, 26 Nov 2016 13:42:39 GMT

Posted by: tallasaking

[Crowley's bar is the setting, and Tyrion is the broadcaster, as he is setting up a chess board on one of the tables, along with different stacks of cards on others, and yes, even some odd games he managed to find called 'Monopoly' and the like.]

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Considering how ... fraught things are lately, I welcome you to come to your local watering holes and enjoy a cool beverage, and perhaps a little gaming besides that. I myself have taken to, after excellent instruction from Kitty Pryde, to teach others how to play chess. I think it might be good for all of us to get outside of our own heads for a bit. You can even bring a game of your choice, if you do not see it here.

[He bowed once, before smirking.] And if you are all really good, I have figured out how to turn this communication device into a microphone, so if one wishes to do the ... karaoke, I believe I can figure something out. Given interest and a little time, of course.

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o2;;

Sat, 19 Nov 2016 04:26:07 GMT

Posted by: silvercast

Who: Pietro Maximoff & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Right now

video;;
[ When the broadcast opens up, it is to a dimly lit room with very little decoration. Pietro has been in the fleet for a few months, but he's not collected much to show for it. His expression is pensive, and he takes a moment before he begins speaking. ]

I have been thinking about this for quite some time, watching others come and go.. [ He sighs, rubbing at his cheek. ]

What has this place done to you or your memories? Have you gained anything from being here that you could not have wherever home is meant to be?

Starstruck;;
[ After his broadcast, Pietro can be found sitting in the kitchen with a mug of hot tea if anyone would rather address him in person. ]

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