driftfleet | Entries tagged with aang

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

lacyprincess

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Yeah, sure, I guess
Action: The Fleet and the Yadrolla System
When: 4/29 - 6/8

[Hey, hey, look, we have a new system! Let's go compete in stuff and root for sportsball teams! System info is here!

~~GO WAVES!~~]

brothersboots

Who: Edna and you!
Broadcast: No
Action: The Huntress, The Red Fish, the Iskaulit, and the Yadrolla System
When: The Month of May

The Huntress

[To those that live on the Huntress, you either see the seraph or you don't. Hearing them, however, is something that everyone does. And Edna, well, sometimes you feel her presence too. Since she can make herself known, obnoxiously, when she wants.

However, if one looks in her bedroom, it looks untouched. As does her classroom that she's spent a while putting together once the Atroma decided to gift it to her. Looking closer, there are tiny, bare feet under the desk and the sound of some smothered sniffling. If you're quiet, you might even hear a small, scared voice call out.]

Eizen? Where are you?

[Yes, folks, Edna's been tinified. Aren't you lucky?]

The Red Fish

[After some finagling, Edna has found her way onto the Red Fish from the Huntress and she's a little distressed. While the other ship was certainly not her home, it had plenty of plant life and seraph that made it feel sort of home-like.

The Red Fish, however, has the oppressive feeling of malevolence that she's not at all okay with. But she was told her brother is here somewhere. Even if the humans here don't have any resonance to see her, maybe they'll be able to hear her and know who Eizen is.

She goes over to the nearest person and yanks on their clothes to get their attention.]

Hey, have you seen Eizen?

Iskaulit

[Mab's Sceptre is were she spends a great deal of her time. It feels like her and Eizen. There are some other seraph's artes signatures as well, but that just adds to the relaxed feeling it gives her. They aren't alone, which is great. Being alone is awful.

Besides there are funny lizards of many colors (one of them is missing a tail) and fuzzy slugs that make her feel good when she touches them. There's a stream and plants and it's nice. All that's missing is the feel of a real sun. If she ignores the windows that look out into the vast nothingness.

After some time at the mountain, she decides to explore some more. It's a lot bigger than Rayfalke, or maybe it just feels that way. There's so much to look at.

She follows her nose to what looks like a human place that has sweets and food. The sign says 'The Melting Pot' but she doesn't see a pot anywhere in sight. But things sure do smell good.]

What's that?

Wildcard

[If you want to do things with the tiny seraph on the new system, let me know and I can write up a prompt for you.]

actually112

Who: Aang and YOU
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: During the drift

[Aang has spent the last three weeks or so on 24/7 alert, hiding out in the desert and then hiding out in the trees and air ducts of the Iskaulit, waiting for some catastrophe that hasn't happened. It's driving him nuts. Is that what the Capitol is trying to do? Make him go crazy from paranoia?

Well, he knows the Capitol. He knows how to provoke them. If he does something really crazy, they'll retaliate, and at least he won't have to put up with this tension anymore. If there's no retaliation, then maybe, just maybe, the Capitol isn't as involved in this as he thinks.

He picks a lovely spot on the Iskaulit--out of the way, separate from the hustle and bustle of the most frequented areas, but still public and accessible. He carries out paint, rollers, brushes, and sets himself up like he's going to paint the walls.

Which is exactly what he does. He paints down a white undercoat in record time with the help of waterbending and airbending. Then he has a pencil, and he starts sketching out the bare bones of what he will paint. He blocks out the twelve different sections he wants to make, and then he starts writing.

He writes names. Name after name after name in each section, so many that Aang needs to balance on a ball of churning air to write them at the top of this planned mural. Each name is carefully, lovingly written, given the amount of respect and grace it deserves.

There are exactly 1,747 names. They are the names he memorized for his televised rebellion against the Capitol. They are the names of all of the Districter children who died in the Hunger Games.

Aang is tense as he writes, constantly aware of who is around him and what might happen, but his expression is stern and his mouth is fixed in grim determination. Come at him, Capitol.]

[OOC: Since The Games had lots of people AU'd in from other canons, feel free to assume that a name from your canon is up there if you like.]

watermarks

Who: Katara
Broadcast: Written, Video
Action: Yes! Blue Fish and Planet
When: Message sent Monday, midmorning. Some backdated shuffle action.

[After giving it some thought, Katara decided to make an open network post. She wanted to write it out, but as part of her habit from living with Toph, she decided to both transcribe and say it aloud:]

I want to thank the person who put the memorial into place. If you get in touch with me, I can help you get the number to fill in.

I know that a lot of us have been pretty impacted by what we found here. I don’t know how long we’re usually on a planet, but I was thinking… it might be good to have some kind of remembering ceremony by the memorial? It feels important to find a way to show honor to the lives that were lost here. I don’t know what kind of funeral rites they would have preferred, and there’s no way to respectfully move them, so… maybe some fire and some music? Does anyone have any ideas?

I know that this might not be for them as much as it is for us, but… I think that’s important too.

(OOC: Please feel free to threadjack all up in this conversation; Katara would like to make this a community effort, because it feels like it’s something that’s needed to her.)

( Arriving on the Blue Fish, backdated to the shuffle )

( 'shopping,' on the planet )

Current Music: the lighthouse, nickel creek

hollowvictor

Who: Panem!Bucky
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Bridge of the Wonderduck
When: Now

[The video opens with a view of Bucky's face, hair short, face scruffy and a steel determination in his expression as though challenging the very fleet to suddenly do something and prove all his paranoid assumptions correct.]

The last time I was on a show for other's entertainment, we were made to fight and kill each other until only one person was left. Supposedly that's not the case here. Yet.

I assume some of you have been making attempts to learn more about this place and the people behind it.

[A pause. 'What do you know' was on the tip of his tongue, but he was the offworlder now. He didn't hold a single damn card in his hand he knew it too well. He hated it. He'd have to change that.]

What do we know?

[Anyone on the ship itself for any reason will find Bucky at the comms station, waiting for responses and seeing exactly how far the system would allow him to hack until the firewalls caught him. Sometimes you had to test the strength of the bars when you were in a cage.]

actually112

Who: Aang and YOU
Broadcast: None
Action: Red Fish and Planet
When: Right as Aang arrives

Red Fish

[Well, this is definitely not the arena Aang just left. Did they keep him dead and bring him back for another arena?

He's not sure, but he's going to wait until he actually can ask someone he recognizes. In the meantime, this arena seems to have powers, so he's going to take advantage of it.

He grabs a bag--possibly stealing it from someone's room, though it doesn't occur to him that people are really living in individual, undefended rooms--and stuffs it full of any food he recognizes in the kitchen, then any medical supplies that he recognizes in the medical bay, which... is way more than he remembers being able to recognize before.

It takes him a bit before he feels the space behind his ear, discovering a brand new implant in his head.]

Oh come on!

[That's the third time they stuck something in his body without asking!]

Planetside

[Aang doesn't spend much time in the town. He loads up on food and proper desert clothing before heading out into the desert.

He wants to make his own shelter and not depend on what the Capitol has provided. Chances are, something terrible is going to happen to those houses. Once he feels comfortably far away from the town, he drops his bag on the ground and stretches his legs and arms, warming up.

Then he takes a deep breath, centering himself, and then starts blasting the ground with fire.

The sand begins to glow red. Aang manages the heat carefully, keeping it contained or shooting upwards, careful of hurting himself or any animals that may be lurking nearby. As the fire keeps burning, the sand starts melting, and Aang begins bending it with one hand, making it rise and twist into something resembling a cave.

And then he shuts off the fire, a glowing red rough glass shelter left behind. He wipes sweat from his brow and drops into the right posture to start bending the sand to mostly bury the glass, where it will be protected from the sun and camouflaged from other tributes.]

gleamed

Who: Rapunzel and YOU!
Broadcast: Everybody! Everybody!
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Wednesday evening

[ video broadcast/action option ]

[ rapunzel wakes up slowly, like rising from a pleasant mid-afternoon nap that caught her by surprise. but as always, her thoughts quickly catch up with her, and all too quickly it becomes clear that something is very, very wrong. she isn't napping in her bed in her tower - she had left to go see the lanterns! if anything, she should be lying in soft grass - oh, grass, she loved the feeling of grass and this certainly wasn't it. that hadn't all been a dream hadn't? no, no, it couldn't be. it was too wonderful to be a dream!

then her eyes snap open, and a sinking sense of dread chills her to the bone. oh no, this wasn't right. this wasn't right at all.

rapunzel bolts up right, positively leaping off of the cot she's found herself in. her long, golden hair trails behind her as she breaks into a run, away from the cots and through multiple rooms. where was she? what had happened? where were eugene and pascal? maximus? where was she? ]

Eugene! EUGENE! Hello? Anybody? Oh no, oh no, please...

[ then she ends up in the large view bay, in front of a massive window that reveals her location. or at least, what surrounds her location.

she was in the stars. ]

That's - this isn't possible! I'm just dreaming! This isn't -

[ she looks out the window again, eyes wide and unblinking, stepping closer to the glass - only to trip over her own hair. startled, she yelps and folds to the ground, gathering her hair around herself like a protective cocoon. she just keeps staring out the window, her features a mix of fear, confusion, and wonderment. ]

[ yet later video ]

[ after learning a few things about this place - including that it was not, in fact, a dream - rapunzel rallies herself to address the screen that would apparently help her find out if any of her friends were here. she'd never seen anything like this in her life before, but somehow, she knows how to use it. she was glad for that.

however, that doesn't help her know what to say once the broadcast begins. so she clears her throat. once, twice. then coughs, threading her hands through a strand of hair. no, that wouldn't do! you can do this, she tells herself. she straightens her shoulders and faces the screen head-on. ]

HELLO! [ oh dear, that was kind of loud. ] Ahem - sorry. Um...hi. I'm wondering - you see, I was on my way to see these lanterns, and I think there might have been some kind of mistake. I should be at at the castle town right about now, but instead, I'm in the stars...wow, I can't believe I'm in the stars! UM - I'm looking for someone named Eug - Flynn. Flynn Rider. Please, if you've seen him...

[ then, her hand flutters to her mouth. ] Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! What was I thinking? My name is Rapunzel. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please let me know if you've seen him. Oooor if anyone's even hearing this. Okay. Um...thank you. Bye.

heresyandlace

Who: Tek and anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August

→ video
[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]

--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.

I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.

→ action
[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.

and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.

Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.

he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]

ino

Who: Ino & you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the beach, if you like!
When: RIGHT NOW

[ The video turns on, and she's got her chin in her palm. She blows a little at her bangs, making them fly up for a moment before she speaks ]

I've seriously been slacking lately ... so, anyone wanna spar? I know it's kinda late at night, but I could super use the practice.

touchofrogue

Who: Rogue and you! Yes, you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Saturday afternoon

[A is for Unintentional Broadcasting (or action, if anyone's there)]
[When Rogue wakes on the Marvisa, the video picks up on her suddenly convulsing. It has been months since she has experienced her powers in full, and her mind is thrown into sudden, loud, throbbing pain. She is surprised that the internal chaos is not as bad as it has been, and after a moment she realizes why: she only has three psyches left, and they are all more or less friendly. After taking a few moments to settle down, Rogue sits up. She is woozy, distracted and disoriented. She goes to stand and overbalances, the missing appendages on her back throwing her off enough that she trips on a sheet and falls gracelessly to the floor.]

Oh for the love of -[she can hardly believe it, she reaches to her back to confirm: her wings are gone.]- what in the Sam Hill--

[At this point, the Network decides that further following Rogue Walking Around to Get her Bearings will be boring, and shifts to something else. Later, she comes back to the communicator not only to answer any return comments that her embarrassing swan dive might have drawn, but to address the fleet as a whole.]

[B is for Delibrate Broadcasting]
[While the communicators aren't set up like Luceti journals, Rogue gets the general idea. She sends out a video post.]

Uh - hi. My name's Rogue, an' I guess I'd like ta speak to the Welcoming Committee. I'm hopin' to get a little bit more than the 'Lost in Space' vibe up here. Speakin' of... anyone have any idea how to turn this music off? I swear it's killin' brain cells.

[A pause. Her gaze shifts downward, and she seems to be bracing herself before she looks back up and addresses the camera with a small smile and a wry, if slightly hopeful light in her eyes.]

Guess I should throw some names out there, just to see if anythin' will stick. Anyone ever hear of... a group called X-Men, say? [A gloved hand reaches up to wrap around a deep green crystal pendent hanging from her neck.] Or a place called 'Luceti'?

[Another awkward pause. She's got a LOT OF EMOTIONS right now, okay, and she's not sure what else to say or do. She kind of hates throwing her hopes out to space like this, but what other choice did she have, really? She gives the camera another quick, small smile.]

Thanks.

( Action on board the Marsiva, in case anyone is there! (could also randomly be picked up by the network) )

save_the_souls

Who: YOU. ME. EVERYONE.
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!

[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]

[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]

[July Planet Info!]

initforthemoney

Who: Frobisher and YOU! Yes, all of you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle

[The broadcast opens to an extreme close up of a black beady eye. Frobisher is still trying to work out exactly how these devices work but hey, he's a penguin of some ingenuity. Convinced it's broadcasting, he waddles backwards giving the audience the time to appreciate his full and beautiful form. Such fine feathers. Such a handsome beak. Such... yes very much such a penguin.

You are receiving a video broadcast from a penguin. You're welcome.]

Hey, how's everyone doing today? Enjoying the view? Gotta say, real nice place you got here, I haven't seen this kinda hospitality since the Doc took us to the grand opening of the Space Hilton a while back. Real up market. Could use a little more variety in the diet though, how is a self-respecting penguin supposed to enjoy a free meal if you punks ain't got any fish in that canteen of yours?

Now that we've got the pleasantries over with, I'm looking for a guy. A specific one, actually. Tall, unruly curly hair, wearing an outfit like he got puked on by a aesthetically challenged rainbow. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on the guy but you know what Gallifreyans are like, never following directions. If anyone sees him, tell him he's penguin friend's waiting to collect him on the hospitality deck. And Doc, if you're seeing this yourself, I'm gonna say you owe me BIG time for getting us into a mess like this again. We was supposed to be going to the South Pole, remember?

Once we get outta here I'm gonna be the one picking the destinations for the next week, got it?

Now while I'm stuck up here... this place got a pool?

save_the_souls

Who: The Blue Fish Crew & Any Visitors
Broadcast: MAYBE
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Beginning of July

[So in the past month, Aang & Katara may or may not have become an item, Sokka finished off all of puberty in under a week, Allen remained stuck in the puberty still, Toph won strangest pilot award briefly before she had to give it up to a pony, Hawke sassed everything and finally itemized with Anders, Beverly acquired a Starfleet issued puppy, and it turned out the cook is a flipping disney princess. Quite a time for the Blue Fish crew!]

[Well, it's time to check in with them again: AKA IT'S A MINGLE EVERYONE]

destinyembrace

[The Blue Fish crew might be surprised to find a private message from Kairi waiting for them on their communicators.

Ever since Allen had told them about his Noah a few months back, Kairi had been debating telling them her own secret. Well, one of them, anyway. There was the issue of Naminé, but she wasn't even sure how to broach that subject. For now, she would have to let that topic lie, and instead focus on her other secret.

Truth be told, she's not sure if this will even be an issue. They're seemingly so far away from the worlds she ever knew about, it's possible that the laws that governed them didn't apply out here. But it wasn't a chance she wanted to take. If Allen could open up to them about his Noah, then she certainly could tell them about this.

It didn't make her any less nervous, though.]

Hey everyone. Um... there's something I should tell you guys. It's nothing bad, per se, but it's... well, it does tend to attract trouble. Hopefully not here! [She laughed nervously, pushing her hair back.] I... think we're far away enough from where I'm from that it shouldn't be an issue, but... just in case..

Okay. [Deep breath.] Where I'm from, there are two forces that sort of govern everything. Light and Darkness. They're opposites, but one cannot exist without the other. Darkness isn't necessarily evil, but it does tend to lend itself to it. It's a very corrupting influence if you're not careful. The Light is generally a force of good, but not usually as powerful as Darkness. You... I think you get the idea.

In most people's hearts, there is both Light and Darkness. How much varies per each person. Those who are corrupt and yearn for power tend to have more Darkness than Light. The Darkness can corrupt a person's heart, turn them to evil, but there's always a little bit of Light in there that won't go out. As long as you're still human, at least. [There were Heartless and Nobodies and whatnot, but she wasn't going to go into that now.] Anyway...

[And here comes the hard part.] There is an exception to that. Seven exceptions, to be exact. There are seven girls who have hearts of pure Light, not one bit of Darkness in them. They're called the Princesses of Heart. If you put all seven of them together and release the power within their hearts, they can open the door to the heart of all worlds. I guess there's supposed to be untold wisdom and power in that heart, but that's just legend. Likely something no one should ever find out. [Though Maleficent had come damn close, averted barely by Sora's interference.]

I'm... one of those seven. [She releases a shaky breath.] I don't think it poses a danger, especially since the others aren't here. But that much Light does tend to attract Darkness. It can also repel it, though. I guess it depends on how it's used? I don't know. I only learned about this a year ago and not in the best way. Given how I don't think the laws about Light and Darkness even apply out here, it may be a non-issue. I wanted you guys to know, though. Just in case. Riku and Axel also know about this, so if something were to come up and I wasn't ... they'd be able to help.

That's everything, I guess. I'd appreciate it if you guys kept this quiet, just to be on the safe side. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer. [She moves to turn off the communicator, but pauses and suddenly frowns.] Oh, and no, I am not royalty. [Probably.] So no "your highness" jokes out of any of you.

[With that said, the feed ends.]

geonomy

Who: Clay Terran and all of YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Vanquish, bridge
When: 6/29, afternoon

[When the video comes on, Clay's looking at it with a big, excited grin on his face that seems to only increase in wattage once he realizes it's on. He sits back on his heels then, arms wrapped around his knees, though they probably won't stay like that for long.]

I haven't been here very long, but I've still met so many people with such cool powers! [And, indeed, he begins to gesture and lean forward as he describes each power.] Super strength, fighting with magic cards, reality bending, and flight! I never even knew those kinds of things were possible outside of comic books and tv shows!

[He rocks back again, arms winding around his knees once more as he seems to calm just a bit.]

So tell me about your powers. What are they like? Is it natural to you, or do you... I don't know, have to call on something in order to make it happen? And for you people who don't have powers, like me, what kind do you wish you had? [And the thought of it just makes him move once more, arms out and gesturing.] If I could have powers, I'd have flight, the ability to breathe anywhere I wanted, and super durability. Or maybe - maybe adaptability? That way I could go into space any time I wanted without getting into a heavy suit!

[... Aaand calm again.] So, yeah. Powers? I really want to know. It's of astronomical importance.

ino

Who: Ino and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Blue Fish
When: Now!

[ Ino looks a little frazzled, but she's all business when she addresses the camera. ]

Hey everyone! An update on the research going on right now. Well, as far as I know, anyways. If anyone has any findings besides what I'm about to say, let me know, I'll add it to the list.

To make this short and sweet, we've figured out that these aliens are pretty damn intelligent -- near to or on par with humans. [ She holds up a hand, as if to shush the people watching ] Immortals and non-humans, please save your jokes about how dumb we are for the end, please and thank you.

Anyways, they're pretty smart, but they weren't really supposed to be all crazy and vicious. So we looked into it and it looks like they've been exposed to some sort of fungus that's severely damaged their nervous system. If you didn't know, that's linked to the brain, and so very much affects how they act and think. We're thinking that's shorted out their ability to think and reason properly. Hence the conflicting violent attitude compared to the distress signal they sent out before.

Soooo, if you haven't put two and two together -- until we figure out the deal with this mold, how to potentially cure the damage it's caused, so on and so forth -- I would not recommend going on the ship at all until we can determine for sure that it's not going to infect us, too. I know there's a lot of interesting things going on on the ship, but you don't know what that shit could do to you. [ A beat ] Seriously.

If you're going to be a stubborn idiot and go on the ship anyways, I'm going to be keeping an eye on the entrance and keep note of anyone who decides to go in, so you can be monitored in the future. You know, just in case this comes back to bite us later, which it probably will, because that's how these things work.

If you've been on the ship and you're worried about your own personal health, or have noticed any recent symptoms you think are off in some way, I'd be happy to check and see if your everything is in order! I'd also recommend drinking a lot of water the next few days to flush any toxins out of your body.

Anybody have any questions? I'm Ino, captain of the Three Twins for those who don't know me. Just let me know.

[ And with a short little wave, she ends the feed. ]

alwayscomeback

Who: Sokka and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: Right now!

[Sokka has finally awoken from cryosleep. He looks a little older (which, of course, he is, he's a whole 19 years now) and his hair is in disarray, but awake he is. His communicator catches him sitting upright, blinking confusedly around him as he tries to sort through three years worth of memories and try to work out where the hell he is.

After a few moments, the pieces fall into place, and he lets out a low groan, flopping back on his bed.]

Ugh. I thought I was done with this place.

[Then, he gets up, reluctantly, ties his hair back up in a pony tail, and heads up the hatch and out into the Blue Fish himself. It's like going back to a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. The familiarity is fuzzy and off, but it's slowly creeping back to him. ]

stickupherforehead

Who: Pearl and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/19 till shuffle

[sleeping Pearl kinda looks dead. If anything, it's probably because she's not moving at all. Or breathing, for that matter. And when she regains consciousness, it's all at once. No gradual waking up for her.

In fact, as soon as her eyes pop open, she's scrambling out of the bed, getting tangled in the bedsheets, and falling onto the floor right onto her face with a loud thud.

A hissing intake of breath, and then Pearl is turning around and staring in surprise at...the bed.]

Sleeping? But that's not...I've never -

[and then she finally sees the giant windows and more importantly, the fact that she's in space. Oh and also that she's probably been kidnapped or something like that.

..............]

GARNET! AMETHYST!!!

[and she's tearing off the bedsheets and scrambling to her feet. Don't hyperventilate. Stay calm. Don't freak out. This doesn't look like Gem based technology. Then again, she barely knows what modern Gem technology looks like. But, but it could also be some completely unknown alien species who had somehow kidnapped her and taken her hostage and of which she knows absolutely nothing about!!

.....] STEVEN!!

save_the_souls

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Voice
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Earlier Today.

( Encrypted to the Blue Fish Crew; Voice )

[Fleetwide; voice]

[With that out of the way, he sends out a much quicker message to the rest of the fleet since he knows Sokka has...friends?!]

If anyone's looking for Sokka, it seems he's fallen into a deep sleep. Nothing seems to be wrong beyond not waking up, so hopefully he'll wake soon.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

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