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Nov. 26th, 2015 06:31 pm
hymnals: thickening the air i'm breathing (i can feel you all around me)
[personal profile] hymnals
Who: Adrasteius
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: the Golden
When: Now

[Oh, Light; Adrasteius is exhausted. He's barely slept for the last however many days, a product of his campaign to avoid the calibrations as much as possible. Even then, the memories of what he intruded upon dog him (especially in Coil's case), and--despite his discipline--he's drunk from sleep deprivation. But today is an important day. An important time.]

I don't know about the rest of you, but --

[His speech is a little slurred. He blinks a few times, sighs, and goes on.]

-- but back home, we have a tradition on this day. 'S called Pilgrim's Bounty. There's ... typically ...

[He makes a bunch of vague gestures.]

You know. Feasting. Turkey and pies and everything. We all sit around outside the capital and just--jump from table to table. And we're thankful. That's the key bit. More than the food.

We're thankful that we're still alive. That the Light, or --

[He exhales slowly.]

-- or the elements, or pure happenstance ... that it's preserved us. For this moment.

[He runs his hands through his long hair, his fingers tangling in his feathery bangs.]

And even though I'm here, and I miss my home, I'm still--grateful. Because I don't have my whole family. But I have my son. I have the grace of the Light. And I hope that, despite everything, you all can find something to be thankful for, too.

[He rests his head down on the kitchen table. He mutters.]

Light be with you.
thespaceopera: (Atroma)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[At least two weeks have passed since the Drift Fleet passengers woke up on this strange wing of the Marsiva... Some new passengers have even joined the group instead of being Shuffled off to a fleet ship! The large monitor in the central room remains quiet for now, so how is everyone holding up?

Have you been relaxing? Enjoying the Earth media? If you can even remember them, how have Calibrations been treating you? Has anyone started getting a little stir-crazy?

Don't worry... This ship has no shortage of mysteries, and you'll be seeing a few more soon.]



ooc: here's another mingle for the current game event! players can start or continue threads here from any point during the event. the additional setting information is still being postponed due to sickly mods, but y'all are welcome to post additional topcomments for reactions and investigation once it's up!
hymnals: they say that danger's gone away (did you read the news today)
[personal profile] hymnals
Who: Adrasteius
Broadcast: All
Action: Marsiva
When: Oct 19

[It's been a few weeks since Archimonde's downfall. Since the collapse of the Iron Horde. It was a good moment, hard-won, but Adrasteius hasn't felt celebratory. The battle had ended in triumph, yes, but also a warning. Something is coming. Something that keeps Adrasteius from sleep, that keeps him up late fiddling with wards, praying to the Light. Keeps him staring at the sky with unease threading through all of his brittle bones.

But all living things must sleep, eventually, and he's no exception.

When he wakes up, he expects to see his wife; possibly some children, crept in after nightmares. Instead, he's alone. The room is stark, chilly, sterile.

Familiar.]


Oh, for the Light's sake.

[He rolls over, groaning. This again. Lying flat on his belly, but with his face turned upwards, he addresses the camera.]

Bal'a dash, everybody. If we haven't spoken, I'm Adrasteius. If we have--

[He sits up, albeit with obvious effort. It's hard to be old, even for an elf.]

--nice to see you again. Probably.

[Adrasteius runs a hand through his feathery blonde hair.]

What did I miss?
everydayhero: (so please don't be upset)
[personal profile] everydayhero
Who: SS Bishop Crew + You!
Broadcast: Bishop PA-system!
Action: SS Bishop!
When: 7/6-7/20!

[KSSHHKK--]

Attention SS Bishop crew, this is your captain, Hiro Hamada, speaking. I'd like to take a moment to thank everybody for doing such a great job at their stations; we couldn't run the ship without you. Also, Adra, if you can take the time to figure out how to fix my brother's elephant ears, that would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

[--KSHHK-click!]
thespaceopera: (hello)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[it may be too optimistic to hope that it has something to do with respect, but Atroma has been very quiet. in the wake of the growing stillness on the Iskaulit, neither of the fleet's hosts have broken the peace with their chipper voices.

if the passengers are being watched as closely as they always claim, it is being done in silence.

whether or not the remainder of the living bugs are being kept somewhere for observation, and regardless of the fact that the discussion of what to ultimately do with the ship is still ongoing, it has been generally agreed that something respectful should be done with the dead, and that the remaining spores should be washed away.

so, this will all be done through a combined effort of vacuum and fire, and the time for this purge has been set.

feet on the ground are needed to prepare the foreign ship for purging--securing anything that could be damaged, and safely packing away delicate data-storing instruments and anything belonging to the fleet itself. anyone willing to help could surely find something to do.

and for anyone wishing to bless, reflect, honor, or pray... now is the time to do so. whether aboard the Iskaulit itself before the purge, offering a voice over the network, or simply watching from nearby shuttles and ships, this is the fleet's moment to help send off the crew of the Iskaulit with dignity.]



ooc: this is the final IC mod post for June! the purge itself will be implied for the most part, but anyone with skills in mechanics or fire-controlling may assume they were involved.

this post specifically is for any interactive threads involved in the final days before the Iskaulit is cleaned, and anything funerary, including broadcasts. even if you just want to put up a closed comment describing what private way your character is taking part in this makeshift 'ceremony,' go for it.

an OOC post summarizing and officially wrapping up the rest of June will go up as soon as we're able.
hymnals: you're not alone in this story's pages (hearts are worn in these dark ages)
[personal profile] hymnals
Who: Adrasteius, yourself
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bishop; wandering (teleporting around) the halls
When: now

[It's a comfort to know that his wife and children won't actually be missing him, that whenever he returns it'll be as though he never left at all--but only to a point. He still misses them, after all, and he feels their lack more acutely with each passing day.

His wife often left him for weeks at a time on military campaigns, but he's rarely been separated from his children for more than a few days. He'd already been apart from them for too long when he woke up here, due to the problems in Orgrimmar, but the full weight of their absence hadn't hit him until today. Something about the season, or the week, or perhaps it was nothing specific at all.

He sighs into the feed.]


So, anyone else got kids at home? I'm suddenly sick for mine.
hymnals: that wants to grow (Default)
[personal profile] hymnals
Who: Adrasteius; perhaps you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bishop; kitchens
When: N to the O W

[Adra's in the ship's kitchen, seated at the table. A shimmering, golden aura limns his entire body, concentrated particularly at the crown of his blonde head. The faint impression of angelic wings blinks in and out of corporeality on his back as he speaks, sometimes seeming almost solid.]

I'm here today to speak to you about the Light. No, I don't mean that thing in the ceiling, or the sun, or any physical, mechanical sources of illumination, so let's nip that idiot question right in the bud. I'm talking religion, people, which some of you desperately need. A religion that isn't bullshit.

[He leans forward; steeples his hands.]

First of all: no gods. No capital G 'God' or 'Maker' or 'Creator' or what-have-you. No offense if that's part of the dogma, I guess, but it doesn't strike me right. Most of the gods I've met needed a swift kick to their many-mouthed faces, personally.

Second of all: no judgment. Of course, those who wield the Light can and must judge, but the Light itself brooks no discrimination. Whatever you've done, and for whatever reason you've done it, the Light forgives. The Light is grace: by definition, ever present, albeit never deserved. A gift of the universe.

Because, you see, the Light is an omnipresent, divine force. It is the name we give to every person's individual connection the universe. Under its teaching, we recognize our place in the great span of space and time--and our responsibility to influence the universe positively, to bring comfort, to soothe pain, to offer hope.

[Adra gestures with his hands, and as he does so, Light sparks from his fingers. The energy darts around the room, looking for all the world like a cascade of shooting stars. He might be trying to show off a little--or, at least, just trying to demonstrate that what he's talking about can be empirically observed.]

Practitioners follow a path of three virtues: respect, tenacity, and compassion, taught in that order. Don't worry: I won't go into it. Not today.

[But another day. Sooner rather than later.

The glow around his body fades. He smiles, a beatific, genuine expression.]


The point is--religion doesn't have to be damaging. It doesn't have to be oppressive. There are philosophies, churches, that work for good. Mine is one of them. It's here for you. I'm here for you.

Just letting you know.

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May. 24th, 2015 08:00 pm
proudlywehailed: (didn't i?)
[personal profile] proudlywehailed
Who: Commander and You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Voice
Action: Casino
When: 5/24, evening




[You can hear the sounds of the casino around him.]

Two questions. One; what's your favorite fruit flavor? Two; what's your world like?
lord_wizard: (watching)
[personal profile] lord_wizard
Who: Felix Harrowgate
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video!
Action: Starstruck, if you want.
When: Today-ish?

[Today Felix prepares to do something that has the ring of familiarity to it for him, and anyone else who had once known him in Paradisa. The setting is different, of course, but old habit die incredibly hard, and he craves a little bit of what once was. Something that can distract him. He sets up the device on the kitchen table and reclines back against the wall.]

Greetings, fleet members. [He smiles, a bright thing reminiscent of politicians and celebrities]

I happen to know there is a good number among us here that practice magic or exhibit a talent reminiscent as such, and that many more of us still are deprived the company of our peers back home.

Before I came here, I organized a group of magic-users and thought the fleet could benefit from something similar. We had wider goals at the time, but I think here it will be far more about simply getting to know one another. [Though, if he isn't kidding himself, most of what they did was get together and drink] Perhaps there are things we can learn from each other, or perhaps it can simply serve as a source of solidarity.

If no one would be opposed, I'd like to organize more regular meetings, hosted in the Bishop's library to start, assuming our librarian wouldn't be opposed. Though, in the long run, I'd prefer to convert a space specifically for our use. The Starstruck's cargo hold, if nothing else. We aren't using it for anything else. [He briefly longs for the castle, and imagines a comfortable space full of chairs, rugs, and bookshelves.]

In the meantime, I'd like to know who might be interested in such a thing and to meet any of you with such talents that I haven't yet had the pleasure to speak to. [Which is probably half the fleet by now, but he's a patient man, when he wants to be]

((ooc: this is an organizing post for future possible mage mingle club that will probably happen later in the month.))
pompous_today: (watching)
[personal profile] pompous_today
Who: Simon Tam and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, the waystation, idk, you pick a place and we can make it work! This is a catchall for anyone who wants to get to know Simon, especially if you've threaded with River.
When: Through the rest of April

[Video]

[Simon smiles at the camera, before he clears his throat and addresses everyone.]

Ah- hello to members of the Drift Fleet, old and new. I'm Simon, the medical officer on the Bloodsport. It seems that my sister River has been going around and making lots of friends since she arrived here- I would like to speak to and get to know all of you in turn if you wish. I will be here on the Bloodsport and making housecalls elsewhere as needed.

[Action]

[Perhaps he's treating you on your ship. Maybe you visit him on the Bloodsport or run into him at the waystation the Fleet is currently docked in while he scrounges for food and medicine. No matter what, Simon wants to know the people his sister is bonding with. Why not say hello?]
mysterzie: (✧take me away from here)
[personal profile] mysterzie
WHO "Adra" & YOU
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Starstruck or waystations.
WHEN Tomorrow, April 19th. (Which means post-shuffle.)

Okay, as it turns out... it's really hard to get in contact with people when you don't have their names or their ships or their numbers. But—I'm trying this responsibility thing and I want to give those powers back. The ones I had to borrow last week? But I can't find any of you! Good job. Bunch of winners here.

[ SIGH. ]

Right, okay, I'm not who I look like, either. Not... Adra. Actually asked him beforehand, too, so fuck off about that. But if you gave your powers away last week, that was me. Let's see... Allen, Katara, and, uh, two short blondes. About so-high. [ Yep, there's a motion here for Steffa and Shirley's heights. SURPRISE, SHIRLEY. ] Let me know where you are, and I'll give them back. Like I said I would.

open.

Apr. 15th, 2015 05:04 pm
ex_frolics736: (Default)
[personal profile] ex_frolics736
Who: Merrill.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: SS First Breath, whenever.
When: APR 12 - 18.

Oh. Oh dear.

[ Is it a Welsh pixie? It certainly sounds like one. Pointed ears, short black hair, intricate tattoos across the angular plains of her face. But no, despite the accent, Merrill is neither Welsh, nor pixie.

Currently she's balancing on one bare foot, trying to shake something brown and sloppy off the other. It would be easy to jump to the wrong conclusion at first, but everyone gets a dessert when they arrive, so closer examination will make it clear that she's only stepped in chocolate cream.

Though really, how she's managed that is anyone's guess.
]

I am... so sorry. It wasn't something important, was it? Eugh, it's all slimy.

[ Given she took a while to get used to Kirkwall, a couple of days prowling about the Marsiva and her brand new augment really aren't adequate preparation for the sleek metal and digital displays of a spaceship.

Though later, she might be found in Engineering, trying to work out how she knows anything at all about this strange contraption, but also delighting in the fact that she has all this new knowledge, and more right there to learn about. Merrill isn't very good with people, but she loves magic, and to her view all of this technology isn't too different.

Or you can always call her once she's washed off her feet.
]
everydayhero: (like you're dumping your purse)
[personal profile] everydayhero
Who: Hiro Hamada
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Waystation/Bishop
When: Sometime after the attacks.


[The video opens on Hiro, who's looking over his shoulder at what... looks like it might have once been the Bishop. It really barely survived that battle. He looks a little exasperated, but not visibly injured--at least not what can be seen of him here.]

So, it looks like we've got our work cut out for us. [he glances back to the camera.] For everybody who doesn't know, my name is Hiro Hamada. I'm the engineer on the SS Bishop. I know there aren't enough engineers to go around for the repairs we all need, so I'm going to offer my services. I know my way around things like this. If you need help on your ship, let me know. If you can't do the repairs, but you can work to get parts, I'll take that in payment.

[he looks like he's about to sign off, but he pauses.]

Oh, right. If you're not an engineer in augment, but you can help, make sure you're pulling your weight. The faster we can get done repairing, the faster we can go back to our lives.
selfless: (Worried ♥ Fighting of the Spirit)
[personal profile] selfless
Who: Colette Brunel
Broadcast: Video to the whole fleet
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: The day after the attack

Excuse me? Hello! Ah... [She was excited that she finally got her line working to the fleet, but now that she's actually addressing everyone she feels a bit nervous. But she wants to help, and that overrides any nerves that are buzzing around]

My name is Colette Brunel. I just arrived the other day, and I saw... [she pauses, worried] I saw the attack that happened. I'm sorry to ask for help at a time like this, but I'm not sure how to get off of the ship that I'm currently on. If I can leave, I'd like to come and help on the ships that were hurt.

I think-- [it feels strange to say, and doesn't quite feel real] that I understand how to fix some of those ships. I'm not sure how, but I can see some of the damage from here.

So, I hope I can help! And if there's anything that I can do in the meantime before I leave this ship, please let me know.

[mm, she nibbles a bit on her lower lip as if she's not sure if she should say more, but she'll end it there. She feels bad asking for help before she's actually helped anyone, but she has looked all over this ship and hasn't been able to find a way to leave]
arcanepower: (🙧 held together with string)
[personal profile] arcanepower
Who: Anyone who wants to come!
Broadcast: If you want to.
Action: SS Bishop and anyone present.
When: April 2nd through the 15th, if you'd like! A little fudging with dates is allowed.

[We're not going to talk about tripping balls on April Fools or the inevitable hallucinogenic hangover. Let's talk about... uh... Tadashi's love life. Or someone's choice in fairy lights. Or the fact that there are still freaking ostrich bobbleheads hidden in places around the ship, months later.]
hymnals: i won't lie down as you walk away (not afraid of the price i pay)
[personal profile] hymnals
Who: Adrasteius & you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: 10th-14th

broadcast;

[Adrasteius is not a graceful sleeper. His small body tosses and turns under the bedsheets, as though he's in the grip of nightmares; sweat makes his lips and forehead shiny. After about a minute of this, he startles awake. Rather than sitting up straight in bed, he instead lies still, stone still, like a rabbit sighted by a fox. For a brief moment, he appears vulnerable, frail, afraid.

But then his expression hardens into confusion and rage. His hands grip the bedrails, and he does not jolt up in bed but rather leap out of it, throwing the sheets back with such violence that they cascade to the floor in one big pile.

Ears pressed flat against the sides of his head, Adrasteius glares this way and that, grinding his teeth. The stark, mechanical design of this new prison reminds him of Tempest Keep, albeit significantly less colorful.

Had he been taken in the night? Bastards.]


Just what the fuck is going on here?

[He bangs angrily on a wall.]

I've done nothing, do you hear? Nothing! You have no grounds! No solid grounds, anyway ...

action;

[When he leaves the room -- when he finds that he can leave -- Adrasteius can be found just about anywhere on the ship, pacing angrily, hissing curses. He's got a better idea of the situation now, barely. First, it's clear that he is on a space ship, but it's certainly not of draenei design. No, this is another set of captors entirely.

If anyone comes within striking distance, Adra will shout to them, demanding to know the identity of their fascist overlords and what makes them think they have the fucking right to just pluck people out of their god damn beds. He has children! He has mouths that he must literally feed! His wife doesn't care to cook. His family will starve.

And, besides all that, it's just not fucking right.]

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