THE DRIFT FLEET

Who: Cecil and YOU!!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Adsum and SS First Breath
When: 2/14, all day! (Backdated!)

[ Where Cecil is from, Valentine's Day does not exist. The concept of celebrating affection and romance is tied into the spring festival in her home country, but in spite of this, she has in fact actually marked the occasion before today. Strangely -- or perhaps it is not strange at all considering how frequent an experience this has become -- she cannot remember how she learned what this holiday is about, nor from whom she learned its meaning, but she has the distinct feeling that it was someone in Court who explained it to her and she knows that the explanation she committed to memory was that it was a holiday for lovers only. This slight misunderstanding actually led to a rather heated argument between herself and her then master, who had inappropriately (she strongly believed) gifted her with flowers for the holiday. He certainly had romantic feelings for her, she knows that now, but at the time she very much did not believe that and did not want to give him the impression she felt the same.

Somehow, somewhere over the course of the week though, she's learned that Valentine's Day isn't strictly for those with significant others and that people do often gift friends and family with little treats, to remind each other that they are still loved and appreciated. Cecil regretted how she reacted to Damarhis's show of affection even back in Court months later, but now she regrets it even more. Maybe in her own, unusual way of trying to make up for her wrongs, she's decided to try extending this foreign tradition to the fleet and has bought many little gifts for many of them in her first participation in the holiday. She's sent out messages to everyone she knows, inviting them to come aboard the First Breath docked at Adsum. ]


( OOC ; Open to old, new, and yet-to-be-made CR! If you want your character to get a little gift for Valentine's Day, feel free to assume Cecil either sent them a message — or the network did some screwy things and sent out copies to random people — or implant glitch compulsions drove your character to go exploring other people's ships. The First Breath is open. She'll also be wandering around the moon, so if the aforementioned handwaving ain't your thing, that's fine, throw up a general starter! All implant glitches for both phase I and phase II are welcome and of course optional, Cecil has a pheromones one herself at the moment if you feel like doing something with that. Happy belated Valentine's Day, Drift Fleet! )

Who: Cecil, some space bandits, and you!
Broadcast: UH. Yes?? Open?? Y-You'll see.
Action: A way-station!
When: November 26th

Tonight if the fleet happens to check the network at a certain, unspecified time, they will likely be 'treated' to a rather... disturbing video.

At first, it's hard to tell what the video is actually capturing. The camera is shaky, unclear, flashing in and out of states of light and dark, and even the sound is terribly muffled, as though someone is rubbing fabric against the microphone over and over again. In fact, after a bit, as the noises grow more distinct, it becomes clear that that is in fact exactly what's going on, but the telltale sounds of a struggle occurring imply that it might not be intentional. Shouting and yelling can be heard and at least one of them sounds female, possibly a specifically familiar female even.

Then, suddenly, there's a loud bang like a gunshot going off, followed by a few more in rapid succession, then the camera careens again and clatters to the floor where it simply lies still. Finally, the picture shows something worth seeing-- several pairs of legs and feet moving fast in the area, for one thing. Unfortunately, there's also blood splattered on the floor and a couple wounded, rough-looking individuals attempting to stagger back up to their feet, some of them carrying weapons.

The sound of blows landing can be picked up, along with grunting and pained gasps. One of the figures drops to their knees briefly before falling to the floor. It's a woman-- Cecil, pale and a little bruised and bloodied, but out cold. There's angry muttering and someone kicks her even while she's unconscious, before a pair of boots approaches the camera.

There's a loud crack and the feed abruptly cuts off.

( ooc ; Basically, a focused mingle. The crew of the Wonderduck will probably be tagging around, sooo... if you have questions or something, drop me a PM or a note somewhere! )