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[personal profile] theboogieman
Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.

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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."

he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.

so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:

a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)

on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]

audio;

Aug. 25th, 2015 05:04 pm
hellofist: (you sure?)
[personal profile] hellofist
Who: Cass and you!
Broadcast: audio
Action: three twins if you want!!
When: now buddy

I know there's, uh... doctors here, and scientists. People with those augments, who can... do those jobs.

Are there teachers? Anyone who... can teach reading? Lots of people... make just text messages, here. Figure, I'm probably missing things. I want to learn, if anyone... can teach me.

[Batman would want her to be doing more than she has been when it comes to the more scholastic requirements of being a superhero, after all. The idea of him somehow showing up here and being disappointed in how much she's slacked off in those terms doesn't sit well at all.]

Oh, doesn't have to... be a teacher. Anyone who knows, would like to help... would be helpful.
hellofist: (heart you)
[personal profile] hellofist
Who: the crew of the three twins AND YOU!!!
Broadcast: nah
Action: probably the three twins
When: the rest of the month?

[If you choose to visit this ship it's a tossup for whether or not you'll run into someone with no clothes on.

The odds are probably not in favor of clothes. Just saying.]
preformthisneigh: (How about that)
[personal profile] preformthisneigh
Who: Cheese Sandwich and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now!

[It takes a lot to worry an Equestrian. Given the fact their country faces some sort of horrendous attack once every few months, they've become rather used to the unexpected dropping upon them from great heights. As such, when the little tan pony hops out of bed, he doesn't look worried, but he does look a tad confused.

The last thing he remembers is seeing the magical rainbow all the way across the sky (it was so intense) and now, suddenly, there is space. He pulls a rubber chicken out of seemingly nowhere, plopping it on his back, before starting to walk over to the window, his hooves clip-clopping against the metal floor as he glances around his surroundings.
]

Okaaaay. This is new. Where the hay are we?

[He rests a forehoof against the window once he arrives at it, peering out into the vast nothingness. He remembers another place, that wasn't Equestria, and was prone to fits of magical strangeness. He puts two and two together to make five. When he speaks again, it's a little louder, as if addressing an invisible audience, which he thinks he is.]

Hey, everypony. Did the castle turn into space while I was away?

[He wanders away from the window, seeking out his journal. He pays the communicator no mind for now, the thing he's looking for is distinctly more book-shaped.]
deshabille: «vampire considering cheese theft» (☀ would you tell me)
[personal profile] deshabille
Who: Mal
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: On the Caprine if anyone desires it! I'm flexible.
When: 6/20.

[As in her first broadcast, Mal can be found tinkering around in the engine room, elbows-deep in something interesting and greasy. This time, though, she seems pensive, deep in thought, perhaps about Deep Subjects and Philosophies.]

[She is, in fact, thinking about something entirely different.]

[When she speaks, it's in tones of airy contemplation, meant to disguise the fact that part of her thinks this is a terrible idea.]


Here is an interesting thing: vampires, for all their reputation for seduction, really aren't that good at it, at least where I come from. When you're always hungry, you mostly rely on people leaving windows open at the right time and then being a bit woozy from blood loss. For the really old ones, the ones who can barely stand without crumbling to dust and really hate sunshine, that's the only way they can eat, and if they tried to seduce anyone their arm would probably fall off.

[She twists at a mysterious innard of the ship with a wrench, tongue in her cheek.]

We've had enough excitement for a while, I think, so why not something boring instead: tell me about romance in your world. Describe the sorts of flowers you like to kill for love. Rate yourself on a scale of one to ten, complete dunce to Casanunda, if you like.

Actually, everyone should have to do that. That's compulsory. I will genteelly admit that I am a nine. [Liar.]
gitanes: (♘ & the rest you can figure out)
[personal profile] gitanes
Who: Lila Zacharov
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday, May 22

[It would be an understatement to say that Lila isn't happy to be here. No, actually, she's furious. She was in the middle of a job back home, and now - well, she couldn't begin to say whether people will notice her gone. Hell, time might have stopped back home for all she knows. But she can't afford to waste any time. She has to get back now.]

[When she turns on the video, she's wearing a low-slung black and white top that clearly reveals the gnarled, dark scar that slashes across her neck, her second smile. She's showing it off, proving that she's not someone to mess with. That she isn't afraid.]


I need to talk to Atroma. Now.

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May. 20th, 2015 08:50 pm
forgetyourusedtobe: (❈ seen a lifetime)
[personal profile] forgetyourusedtobe
Who: Elena & you!!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, if any
When: May 20th

[Elena accidentally manages to start broadcasting as she's moving through the hallway. The camera follows the light swing of her arm, providing a view of the floor and her legs. She's silent, although really tamping down on the urge to call to people she knows. Staying quiet and remaining as inconspicuous as possible seems like the more logical thing to do in this situation.]

[It's only once she's come to the viewing bay that Elena stops short with a small gasp.]


Oh my God...

[She had been debating if this was a dream or real, but something about seeing outside into space makes this all very, very real. Slowly, she approaches the glass. She places both hands on the glass and through her fingers, you finally get a look at the girl accidentally broadcasting to the entire fleet, confused and upset.]
ino: (Better vision.)
[personal profile] ino
Who: Three Twins & visitors
Broadcast: Probably not?
Action: Three Twins!
When: Late April - Early May?

[ Hello and welcome to the nudist ship. If you're lucky, somebody might be decent when you come by. :) ]

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Apr. 18th, 2015 04:11 pm
asinisterkid: (mask: RAAR)
[personal profile] asinisterkid
Who: Jason Todd and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: A few hours before the shuffle.

[ The broadcast begins with a close-up of a man's face, brow furrowed, head tossing slightly in the throes of some flavor of bad dream. His mouth shapes words that could be no and Mom. When he starts to move more energetically, the camera zooms out and pans down, giving the audience a good view of the thrashing and -- yep, that's actual fighting, pure muscle memory and surprisingly good technique, given that he's unconscious. Probably a good thing this guy's sleeping alone, because anyone in bed with him would be being beaten pretty badly right about now. By the look on his face, though, the fight he's dreaming about is one he's losing, no matter how good he might be.

There's a sharp indrawn breath when he wakes up, but besides that, the biggest clue is that he goes perfectly still for a moment. Then he takes inventory, eyes still closed, flexing his ankle to test for the feel of the boot knife, stretching and moving in ways that would let him locate weapons by feel, rather than just reaching for what he should have on him and letting anyone watching know just where he hides the goodies.

...Nothing. He opens his eyes, reaches for the ones that would be less obvious -- nope, even the garrote wire's gone. Whoever searched him was thorough.

Though somehow his jacket's back, and in one piece. Huh.

He sits up, looks around for a minute, and then speaks to the empty air. ]


...Hey, Bats, if this was your idea, consider me incredibly unamused.

[ Or, wait, no, that's not right, there's something... he knows something... ]

Wait, I'm in space?
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.
hellofist: (yes happy)
[personal profile] hellofist
Who: Cassandra Cain and YOU!!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the planet yo
When: pre-dragon excitement

So, uh... month's almost over. We'll leave soon. There's lots of... weapons for sale, here. Thought I'd offer lessons, if people... want to learn new skills. If you bought something, or have something... you want to buy, can help you learn it.

Last chance, before we go, to... get new things. Should take advantage, while you can. Waiting by job board. Can teach anything, so just... bring your weapon, and we'll start.

Can teach hand to hand, too. If that's... more your style.

Okay, That's all.

[Private to Stephanie Brown.]

[Or almost all. There's one more thing to say.]

You should come. Even if there's nothing... you want to learn. Want to see you.
catamite: (elf in the city)
[personal profile] catamite
Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]
serpentis: "Gigantomachy" - Cake Bake Betty (Though your whole world)
[personal profile] serpentis
Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: A ballroom on Adsum
When: 2/21, Evening-Night



[And the night has arrived! Dorian put out an open invitation, and anyone who is interested is welcome to dress up and meet up for a night of dancing and fawning over each other. Make sure to wear your best, everyone! It's a very special episode of Drift Fleet!]

((OOC: There was an open invitiation, but even if your character never replied or has had personal contact with Dorian, feel free to assume he's let them come along or be dragged along by someone else! I'll be tagging some threads, but if you want a thread to be closed, please just say so in the header.))
mysunnydisposition: (Default)
[personal profile] mysunnydisposition
Who: Stephanie Brown
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18

[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]

What the...?

[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]

Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...

[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.

Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]


Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.
detectivewonder: (looking for validation)
[personal profile] detectivewonder
Who: Planned: Tim & Cass, Tim & Stephanie Amell, Tim & Hiro & Ino I think. Not Planned But Still Welcome: Tim and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Text.
Action: On the moons, or a shuttle in between them!
When: 2/17-2/20!

I'm making some book-buying expeditions to the moons for the next few days - let me know if you have any requests and I'll see if I can find something that fits. For that matter, let me know if you need a ride - we can carpool in one shuttle.

[It's true, but it's also a CYA pretext - if he's going to afford a decent library, Tim thinks, he needs income. Exporting books from all three moons gives him good cover - small items can be hidden in the spines, in the book jackets, in the pages, and might avoid customs, since he isn't planning to take the books themselves off-ship. For that matter, he has a lot of experience layering clothes in subtle ways, and the market value of red silk lingerie and underclothes on Abeo is unreal...

And unbeknownst to Tim, around the time he first starts spending his days cooped up alone in the shuttle, his augment is malfunctioning, upping his pheromones. Mostly, lightly, just enough for a raised heartbeat and a flushed cheek, but it still might make his trips... more interesting than he wants them to be.]
hellofist: (wait what?)
[personal profile] hellofist
Who: Cassandra Cain
Broadcast: video
Action: marsiva
When: 2/10

[All things considered, Cass is taking this weird as fuck field trip pretty well. She had learned that people could go up into space, and the very basics of what space is. It's been something that fascinated her from an early age and now, any misgivings about how safe it may or may not be are overwritten by how exciting this is.

She's standing up against a window with both hands on it, peering out into the vastness of space with an expression that can only be called wonder on her face.

She's also wearing a skin tight batsuit as she does this, like it's totally normal to walk around in something like that. The cowl is off though. Who needs secret identities when you've already been kidnapped?]


Always liked the stars. I know some... of the pictures they make. The bear, and the spoon. [Otherwise known as Ursa Major and, you know, the Big Dipper. For people keeping track.] Never thought I'd... be this close, though. It's cool.

Oh, uh. I'm Batgirl. Or just Cass. Both are fine. [And then she waves. Like you do.] Hi.

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