driftfleet | Entries tagged with bigby wolf

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!

[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)

Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.

There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?

Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--

[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]

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[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?

[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]

namisan

Who: Crew of the SS Bloodsport and guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: December in general

[We're still missing a doctor, but it's not like we're gonna need one any time soon. Right? Don't jinx me now.]

bb_wolf

Who: Bigby
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: As of the Shuffle

Sascha's gone.

[Yup. That's it.

Bigby is at the Iskaulit if anyone wants him. Prowling the hallways, being a menace.]

bb_wolf

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

bb_wolf

Who: Bigby and anyone listening
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Bloodsport
When: Now

[Having been unconscious for two weeks, when Bigby woke up he had promptly decided to take a couple of days to sleep it off. It's only now, after a shower and some food that he bothers to take to the comm.

He's in the shuttle bay, where his massive bulk fits best.]

I was thinking about starting some kind of immortals evening. Get together. Bitch about how things have changed over the last couple of centuries. Commiserate with others who get the whole 'living for fucking ages' thing, if that's what floats your boat.

Just finding it weird, being surrounded by so many mortals. Fables keep themselves to themselves. No point making friends with mortals for us. Anyone interested?

bb_wolf

Who: Bigby
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now ish?

[For a while, he ponders the validity of just going hungry and thirsty rather than admit the trouble he seems to have wound up in.

When he went to sleep, sprawled across the floor in a hall in the Iskaulit, he hadn't paid much attention to the fact that there was a grating which shifted under him when he rolled.

When he wakes up, he's horribly, vividly aware of it, because he's stuck down the bottom of the vent and can't jump with enough force to push it open. Puppy legs just aren't strong enough to jump from smooth metal like that and whilst he considers just starving until whatever horror this is wears off, he quickly finds his soft little paw pads are getting irritated by the cold metal.

He tries to message Sascha directly with the communicator, conveniently down there with him. When then fails, he just shoves his nose against it until something turns on it blinks that light that means broadcasting.]

I need help. I'm... stuck. In a vent. On the Iskaulit.

[His voice is child soft and light.

And then he shivers, because the cold is coming up through his paws.]

((OOC: Bigby is glitching for a week or so. Bigby is glitching into an adorable pup.))

Addendum

[Bigby can be found mostly on the Iskaulit and Bloodsport, because while he'd love to hide away in his room, he can't actually get out of it on his own. So you can find the tiny pup wandering around on his own (possibly being stalked by a squealing not-vampire), terrorising the fox park like only a tiny pup can and sometimes falling asleep in random spots because he's just worn himself otu and abby bodies need sleep.]

pneumo

Who: Sascha, Bigby, & Kurt
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Planetside!
When: While on the planet of touchy-feels

( Read more... )

bb_wolf

Who: Bigby Wolf
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: You can try and find him about, he's in the forest.
When: Now? Ish?

[Bigby was only shifted long enough to get up the communicator where can see it and respond, so it's the giant wolf at a bit of a distance chatting to the screen.]

I'm curious. I hear people talk about wanting to go home more'n anything, but people I've actually spoken to? I know of about four of us who don't want to go back.

Which side are you lot out there on? Want to go home? Want not to? Don't give a shit?

flickerflash

Who: Katie and anyone!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Vanquish
When: Today!

( Cut for small child angst )

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[By the second week she starts making dolls. Simplistic blue yarn dolls at the base. It's just something to do with her hands and mind at first. Then she makes one in which her blue wool is dipped sporadically into black ink as she makes it, so the doll looks rather like it got thrown in a tar puddle when she's done. She attaches five or six pieces of loose, spattered wool to its shoulders, closes her eyes, and blows gently on its darkened face.

Don't ask why she does creepy things.

Then she stares at her little collection, swallows... and goes to watch Princess Bride instead. It's video courage! (Which small children have to make do with instead of liquid courage.) Which leads to this post on the network twenty minutes in, very grumpily:]

[Video]

If we're in space and everything's so very future and all, why don't we even have television? [Petulant, pale child alert. Please ignore the spattered bits of ink on her chin.] Aren't we allowed to watch alien TV?

...I don't suppose anyone can make a TV with magic, can they? I don't think you should have to watch movies on this thing. [She taps the screen and accidentally turns it off. OH WELL. Question stands.

...but now that it's off, after a few minutes there comes an addition in text:]

[Text]

If it would make everything better, would you do something terrible so that nobody else had to?

[Hopefully, that part's anonymous. Right?]

flickerflash

Who: Bigby, Katie, and Sascha
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Iskaulit
When: About now

[Not too long ago, Bigby asked Katie if she'd be willing to meet a vampire. To which she said hell no and then maybe and then okay fine but I'm dropping him in a lake if he scares me. Well. More or less it happened that way. She has bad experiences with vampires. They're walking frozen entropy for one, and then there's the whole blood drinking thing. Fae blood is a delicacy. Mihawk was a vampire once. It didn't end well.

But okay no, she's prepared for this. Well-rested on every level of the word for the fae, so today's a good day for it. So let's do this thing, huh?

What a pity Sascha isn't actually a vampire.

...this is going to be a pretty short log lmao.]

namisan

Who: Crew and Visitors of the SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: Bloodsport
Action: Bloodsport
When: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk man latter part of May?

[We've changed captains and we're way overdue for a mingle anyway. HAVE AT.]

flickerflash

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The horrible no good moon. Probably close to the Vanquish
When: Today!

[By and large, Katie hates this moon. It made her sick when she first got here and she's largely shunned it ever since. Today marks the first day she's voluntarily gone out in it. Why?

Because she has a lightsaber. And she wants to practice with it and swing it around and generally have fun with it and maybe cut down a few sickly dead branches. And while she could do this in the cargo bay of the Vanquish easy enough, out here she has to wear a mask.

A mask and a lightsaber is just too much to pass up, oh my god. She's found a black one, which in fact looks nothing like anything you might find in Star Wars, which is probably for the best all round, really. But it's black, and it's the best she can do, and if you head into the gloom of the smog this fine day you might find a small child waving a pale white lightsaber around that makes all the appropriate lightsaber sounds and doing her best to make breathing sounds like Darth Vader because black mask, and to be honest if she's not quoting some part of some lightsaber battle when you wander past it'll be kind of surprising.

...unless you are of course recognisable as a Jedi and thus she'll choke on her breath pretty quickly and turn the saber off and look as innocent as she possibly can.

On the bright side, it's clear to anyone with any powers of observation she actually knows how to use a sword and is taking care not to cause any accidental damage with it. So... bonus? It's just a small child having fun. Vmm vmm.]

theroadwarrior

Who: Max Rockatansky, a cat, a dog, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today! Or something.

[Meow.

A pleasant little kitten sound is proceeded by Max cursing loudly as he literally flies out of nowhere into the frame to land safely on his feet. He's not hurt -- nothing wrong here, he's got his brace back in order, he's not in any danger, he's (for once) not in critical trouble, nor is someone he knows. However... However, he's pissed off someone he shouldn't have. And now he's paying the price, for every time he walks aaaaall the way back toward the shuttle that he pilots in the Starstruck's cargo bay, he is jumped right back near the camera. One can actually see him as a blur through the air, as if catapulted momentarily by some unseen force before he lands: on his feet, safe and sound, but all the while his annoyance grows. It's a fool's game, but he's a fool, so he attempts it again; he walks all the way back to the shuttle, almost touches it, and then he's teleported suddenly in front of the camera yet another time. It almost looks like a looping video file.

Only, you know. It's not.

A little black and white kitten paws cutely at the screen while the wastelander attempts to break free of his tragic flicking loop, then watches Max with some typical animal interest before it wanders off for a bit when he finally gives up after the seventh or eighth magical transfer. He snatches up the network device with clear disdain, his frown strong enough to make a party's joyous banter go stale.]

Does anyone know anything about.. magic aboard the fleet?

Hn. Witchcraft? Sorcery? ... Curses?

[Screw it, he isn't even sure what it is. He rubs his forehead.]

...

Or how to block it out.

[He huffs, glancing away.]

Some magic ankle biter is pissed at me.

[The cat, who'd been wandering off lazily, goes to climb the wheel of the shuttle and sleep on it, just to the left of Max's dog, Rock (who is so very mellow in the wake of all this). Max may or may not feed the damn cat alongside his dog after this. Shut up. More importantly, who is that little girl who had been so pissed off at him, and why can't she just leave him be? All he did was pull a knife on her once. On accident. And almost hit her with a wrench. On accident. She totally didn't even get hurt either time! Children these days, they're too sensitive.

Feel free to find him after, tinkering at the inside of his shuttle.

Or feeding his sweet old dog. Yessir.]

collegedropout

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: TEXT. Fleetwide.
Action: N/A (but we can if you have an idea, just pm or plurk me!)
When: Today!

These masks continue to be a pain in the ass, huh?

But I guess the alternative is being laid up in bed sick — which I don't recommend, in case you're feeling brave, because seeing the people who took off their masks isn't inspiring any faith here. As for me, I'm needing a little break from travelling around down there in all that questionable toxin. Not exactly my cup of coffee, you know? Prefer more open roads, more green and, uh. An ocean I can smell and not go into coughing fits over.

Maybe I'll just spitball some stuff to pass the time while I question what I'm eating from these kitchens? I'm feeling nosy. Call it an acquired skill set, being nosy. Back in the other place I was trapped in, I mostly gathered information about our bestiary; monsters from all kinds of worlds would fall into the world with us, and I did my fair share of fighting some pretty rough creatures. Including the killer rabbits that would try to sabotage my garden. They're small, fast, and aim for the jugular, FYI.

Anyway, pick a number, any number —

1. Favorite fairy tale, ghost story, or piece of folklore.
2. Favorite thing about the other worlds you've been to? (Least favorite, too, if you're feeling like getting it off your chest? I'm a crappy psychiatrist, fair warning.)
3. Ever run into people who know you from a book, movie, or game? Or, uh... manga?
4. War games — which do you prefer, and why?
5. Magic in your world: real or fiction?

I figure I'm being totally transparent, but I'm a big fan of information gathering. But it's also... actually really nice to be in one place long enough to get to know people. How often do you have the chance to learn about alternate universes? Small pluses.

mistyday

Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

bb_wolf

Who: Big Bad Wolf + Anyone
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Isakaulit
When: Any time from now on.

[Bigby found out about the Iskaulit. Namely, that it is large and has big, open spaces.

Big enough for him. And so his clothes are hidden away safely and there's a giant wolf on the loose, exploring everything.

And not frolicking. He's hundreds upon hundreds of years old. He's definitely not frolicking or anything like it.]

bb_wolf

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: NO!
Action: The Bloodsport
When: Now! Soon! Whenever!

[The pilot isn't living on the ship, the Captain is still a weirdo and civilians nearly outnumber other augments. Welcome to the Bloodsport mingle!]

interstices

Who: Asuka Shikinami Langley
Broadcast: Video, Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish
When: 3/8

[Asuka is sitting on her bed, with a bright red notebook and pen in hand and a slight frown crossing her face. She's still wearing the same form-fitting red-and-purple combat plugsuit she's been in since her arrival. For once, she doesn't look so much annoyed as she does wary, though honestly, with her, it's hard to tell.]

This is Asuka Shikinami Langley. [No wave. She scribbles something on a notebook page that's probably just a line and not any kind of script.] I have a few questions for everyone. The more people that answer, the more accurate the survey, so I suggest you tell me.

[All business. Asuka would applaud herself for her own professionalism if there was any point. There's no telling how long it'll last.]

First, I want to know your nationalities. Second, I want to know what your occupation was before the Fleet. I'm trying to figure out if there's a pattern to the kidnappings or any groups that get targeted more than others.

[Which is what the notebook is for. She really doesn't trust the network not to bungle everything at Atroma's whim. There's a brief, reluctant pause, and then--]

Before you ask, I was born in Germany. I was a pilot before, too. That's all.

nostraightlines

Who: Ramse, Sascha, Bigby + any curious Starstruck
Broadcast: n/a
Action: the Starstruck
When: now

( It's been about two weeks... )

birdsbirdsbirds

Who: Bloodsport crew and any visitors aboard their fine vessel.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Ship shenanigans!
When: While they're still on the Starlight.

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[time to check in on the Bloodsport... what antics has this well-behaved and perfectly well-adjusted crew been up to?]

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Entries tagged with bigby wolf

Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep

Mingle-ingle

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Mingle for the oldies

video/action: Bloodsport OTA

The most unwilling broadcast of cuteness

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A Pooka, A Sheol, and the Big Bad Wolf Walk Into a Bar...

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LUKE...I am your kitten. Maybe.

video. ('don't piss off magical children' is probably an anime rule)

text.

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Cry Wolf

SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

[video] we'll turn the moon to blood

because no one should go hungry

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