driftfleet | Entries tagged with chara

Who: chara & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: n/a
When: Like 6 p.m. or something

you know, i have to say i'm not surprised that such a ruined planet is home to humans. if there's anything they're good at, it's destroying everything they touch with their filthy little fingers.

[ ...hi guys. looks like someone got bored of playing nice with their face attached and has decided to go anonymous to be a snot. ]

i wouldn't bother trying to help fix it. it'll just be ruined again in a few years.

that, or they'll do what they do best and tear each other apart and there will be nothing left. better to leave them to it, or to just rot away.

really, how disgusting.

[ and after all, who would know better than another human? ]

namethefallen

Who: Chara and anyone.
Broadcast: video, Fleetwide.
Action: the SS Golden, if anyone stops by.
When: Right this minute.

Does anyone have any kid's or smaller-sized clothes they don't mind lending out? I'm...in a little bit of a weird spot.

[ to say the least. how lucky that they showed up when the fleet's accounts were frozen.

it's a minor inconvenience when compared to things like being dragged here, away from the fulfillment of their plan, but regardless. ]

I only have my pajama's and what they gave us. I know how to knit, but i don't have anything to do it with, so I can't make my own clothes.

I prefer stripes, if anyone has anything like that.

[ truthfully, they'd rather not bother with something like repayment. but that isn't the image they're trying to present to the fleet, so! ]

I'm not sure what I could give in return...I know how to garden and knit if anyone wants to learn.

thebestseller

Who: Richard Castle and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: IDK Windrose or on the waystation if you want
When: March 3rd

A bit of free and sage advice to you, Fleet- if you have the cleaning bots on your ship, don't try to teach them how to bartend.

It's probably not going to end well.

At least Leopardon now has another spider web crack to match the first one. He's practically symmetrical now.

[And that's why Castle has been quiet for the past few weeks- the bots destroyed a bunch of booze at one of the waystation's hotels and he's been working to pay the debt off.]

namethefallen

Who: Chara and you!
Broadcast: video, fleetwide
Action: on the marsiva
When: march 2nd

[ Waking up to find themselves somewhere completely new isn't a pleasant affair.

They should be at home, in bed, awaiting the morning and their vengeance, not in some hospital bed in a place they don't know. Not...once more under the eye of cameras? They can't see them, but it's a hard feeling too ignore, given how often Dr. Alphys had been spying on them in the Underground.

Is this somewhere on the surface they don't know? They don't seem to have been put in any hospital clothing, still in the pajamas Toriel had given them for bed...

( * You realize your knife is missing. )

It's only the need to not reveal anything to the watching cameras that keeps Chara from reacting in anger and hunting through the area for a new one. If they are somewhere on the surface, whoever is around would be expecting Frisk-like behavior. And Frisk would never hunt down a weapon and anyone in the area, oh no.

So they let their expression fall into one of an oh-so-confused child. ]

Mom? This isn't my room. ...Where are you?

[ And then they're up and out of bed. They look perfectly harmless, nothing more than a confused ten-year-old in their pajamas and looking for their parent. Chara certainly looks healthier, better taken care of, than the last time they were here. ]

precedented

Who: Leto Atreides the II
Broadcast: Video
Action: Hospitality Deck, Marsiva
When: Feb 4th

[ The video activates itself to reveal a young man staring into space. His eyes are probably the most startling thing about him. Bright, eerily blue eyes that seem to pierce the fabric of reality. You may also see brown flecks of creatures embedded into his skin, near the neck and face.

And suddenly his gaze snaps back to the camera and he is all smiles and good intentions, as if a switch had been turned on. He sits on one of the many beds on the Marsiva Deck and kicks his legs, caught between the impression of a boy and a man.

( or something much older and far more dangerous ) ]

I do not need the spiel and I'm sure you are all quite thankful for that, but I am curious to know what qualifies as entertainment for our most benevolent hosts?

thespaceopera

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

eyeforaneye

Who: Uchiha Sasuke+YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: Jan. 31

A few things.

There are a good number of fighters here or people otherwise trained in combat. I'm interested in observing people's abilities or training, or at least discussing what they can do. Spars could also be arranged if you want some exercise.

Secondly, I'll take recommendations for good literature available around here.

Finally, if you know how to knit or crochet then I'll offer you up to ten credits to watch you create something.

[ Yeah, this isn't weird. For anyone interested in action he'll be holed up in his room on the Huntress! ]

helladoomed

Who: Chloe Price and open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental
Action: For people on the Marsiva, if they like!
When: Right now! And on until shuffle

[There was a young woman with blue hair passed out on the floor of Marsiva. She looks maybe nineteen or twenty, her clothing seems to be a tad damp, and she shifting occasionally as if having a nightmare of some kind.]

-on't you forget about me..

[The words come out in a mumble against the floor, and maybe it's the way they sound in a spaceshiip that yanks her out of her sleep, but a second later her eyes flare open and she sits up in a shock.]

WAIT I- What? [Whatever she was expecting, the Marvisa was clearly not it, and after a quick, panicked look around, she scrambles to her feet.]

Okay, calm down. Maybe this a good thing. Okay. Okay [She is clearly talking to herself, with no idea anyone is watching. Trying to calm herself down, probably.] Still alive. What does that even...

[She finally seems to have noticed a nearby window and the void of space beyond it because she freezes, then immediately darts over to it, staring out for a long breath, one hand coming up to press against the glass, making sure it was there.]

...What the fuck. Am I in space?!

forsometimenow

Who: Jennifer Keller and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck, if you want
When: January 24th. Hat tip to Babs for this post suggestion.

[When Jennifer begins the broadcast, she's showing everyone a crate with "DR. JENNFER KELLER, SS WONDERDUCK" plus a sponsor logo label on the front.]

I just got some more presents from our wonderful sponsors. Should I open the crate or just send it directly out the airlock? I guess I should open it, if only to engender some more good will.

[The sarcasm in her voice is obvious. Nonetheless, Jennifer takes the time to pry off the lid, carefully examining and setting out each item, the distaste evident on her face the further she goes. It's all cheese-related in some way- except there's no actual edible cheese involved. Scented soaps, candles, a novelty foam hat shaped like a wedge of cheese... even a plush toy cow.]

Oh, boy, they must have seen the basket Atroma gave me after they let us off the Marsiva... [This was said more to herself than anyone else, but then she addresses everyone again.] So, uh, does anybody want any cheese-scented soap? I'm sure it's... it's quite pleasant if you like cheese that much.

takingkarabusiness

Who: Kara & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Tonight

[ A blonde woman with glasses and her hair up in a ponytail appears on the screen. She squints momentarily and then brightens and waves genially ]

Hi, my name is Kara, and this is pretty exciting, huh? Being in space and stuff… It's really not an opportunity that people from Earth, of which I am one, get too often. I wonder, what's everyone's favorite part about being in space? I think mine is looking out into the expanse and wondering what else is out there and, like, what everyone calls the toast with the egg in the middle? Toad in a hole? Egg's nest? What if it's some really weird name like "cyclops wheat square"?

[ she laughs, snorting slightly ]

How strange would that be?

Anyway, let me know! I can't wait to hear!

[ she waves enthusiastically and turns off the video ]

experiencepoints

Who: A ~mysterious anonymous poster~ and you
Broadcast: Anonymous text
Action: In her room on the Bishop, if you really want to say hello
When:

[It's taken Nightingale a while to figure out how to make the anonymous text function work, and even longer to decide it's worthwhile to post. Still, she doesn't have anything else to do, and this has been eating at her for a while...]

I realized recently it's been over a year since I was last home. Over a year since I've ever seen anyone from my world, even. And that year has been kind of a mess. Now I'm two crazy worlds removed from home, and it's not looking like I'll get to go back anytime soon. It's just now really starting to sink in. I'm starting to get homesick, I guess. But I know there's a bunch of people here who have been here even longer than I have. Or have a lot more pressing things to get back to. So... How do you cope? How can you deal with this for so long? After this long, my usual distractions aren't really working so well anymore.

honorbends

Who: Zuko [

honorbends]
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish. It's best to just not.
When: Now.

Two questions.

1. What does it take to get an entire ship to yourself?

2. How do you shut this communicator off?

PS: If one more person texts, calls, or asks me about a blender, I am going to go through each and every ship and destroy each and every blender so we're all even.

[ how's that for a royal fucking decree

and then, four seconds later: ]

Someone read this to Toph, I'm going to sleep.

[ he will respond to all of your (probably stupid) responses when he wakes up. in about ten hours. ]

eyeforaneye

Who: Uchiha Sasuke
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: This very moment.

(broadcast)

[ Sure there are bound to be the occasional less-than-thrilling broadcasts but this one may be a new low, with the camera focused in on a nondescript blob that turns out -- with some acquired distance -- to be a knee. The feed shakes then and there's the loud metallic tap tap of the device being knocked against the framework of one of the generic cots aboard the Marsiva. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only other sound is that of the painfully bland music in the background, without a word being spoken.

At least this inept user finally turns the communicator around to inspect it at another angle, granting any viewer a flash of dark and impractically spiked hair before the camera then focuses on equally shadowed eyes and a severe expression.

No, he's not going to panic. He probably already did that internally before he even tried to figure out the communicator ~~less than successfully~~. Send aid. ]

(action)

[ Sasuke will be easy to encounter either sitting on that cot and fiddling with his communicator, exploring the bay thoroughly, or staring with incredible and difficult-to-read intensity out into the murky void of space. Godspeed. ]

bludicrous

Who: michael j. caboose + whoever wants to engage this mess
Broadcast: the entire fleet, unfortunately
Action: marsiva
When: now!

[there is a guy(?) in the helmet of a space marine staring into the screen. once he's certain it's on, he backs up, and yeah-- dude is in full armor. given the attire, it might look like he's about to say something serious. and then he actually starts speaking.]

I am on TV! I am on TV! Look! Ah! Hellooooooo! [cue waving his arms around like a fool]

Um!! Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... I would like to thank the academy. And, uhhh, Church. My best friend. Without my best friend, I never would have gotten this far! I would also like to thank Taco Tuesdays. Oh, and that reminds me-- salsa. THANK YOU TO WHATEVER PLANET FOR CREATING SALSA.

The end. Closing time. Good night and good luck, America!

[if your character wants to find him in-person, it's not hard. he's the rather large pile of armor shouting at his communicator, which is placed on a nearby chair.]

droprate

Who: Chara
Broadcast: Text
Action: Red Fish, if you dare.
When: during the day (as in not at 12:30 in the morning when I am posting this)

Just throwing an idea out here. If anyone can find medicine that actually works on these ridiculous space colds (and lets me have some), I will knit that person as many ugly sweaters as they want. I promise, astronaut's honor, or whatever they say out here.

[ Of course, those on the Red Fish also have to deal with this colossal trainwreck of an adolescent in person. More or less. They're kind of cooped up in their sweet counselor office, having created a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows (one from the bed they would normally use, the rest from the couch in said office), though they are occasionally willing to leave the office. Mostly just for food, though if anyone is in the kitchen at these times, they will get to deal with this kid kind of giving them shifty eyes the entire time.

Enjoy your meal! ]

mortalcoil

Who: Coil Lenn and any innocent bystander
Broadcast: Audio and video - Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Shortly after the Shuffle

→ action
[there were too many new people on his ship; too many unfamiliar faces were making him feel anxious within the halls of what was supposed to be his home. he has been deflating under the pressure of trying to meet them all and keep track of them, wondering where they all fit and wishing that Zhas would just step up and take over like he's supposed to. he just wants to be able to stop worrying about it and get back to work. so, when the skullfaced man continues to make himself suspiciously scarce, Coil finally goes to seek him out... and his search ends in what is supposed to be Zhas' bunk.

for a minute, there is that awful sense of vertigo that comes with wondering if he's somehow gone into the wrong room. but the minutiae left behind--all of the little things that he couldn't possibly care about because none of it adds up to him--is familiar. it's the random remnant of Zhas' things, and a desperate search of the Network quickly confirms his fears.

when it does, something inside of him that still feels recently healed simply breaks apart without effort, and the rest of his crew manages to miss most of what immediately follows. the pacing and clawing and breathing so fast that he almost makes himself sick is quiet enough to go unnoticed. but anyone who happens to be home at the time might notice the eventual banging on the empty bunk walls, and the yell of voice that has never been heard on the ship before.]

→ broadcast
[and, since there is supposedly an eager audience somewhere, hungry for drama, of course the communicator turns on when it crashes into the wall.

so, after the image on the screen bounces around crazily until the device comes to rest in some corner of the room, anyone tuned into this particular frequency can catch the sounds of someone more or less losing their shit. the sobbing sounds of sheer, heartbroken frustration are muffled through something... probably clenched teeth and buried in arms or a pillow... but they're definitely very public.

someone is having the worst day of his recent life.]

evildetector

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Yep!
When: For the duration of the planet Arslae stay!

[ woot woot! time to get your mingle on, folks. leave a top-level with your starters and tag around! ]

fishwife

Who: Undyne and whoever!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: on the Marsiva
When: pre-Shuffle

[video;]

[Today there's a blue fish lady onscreen. She ROARS and slams a conjured lance through the nearest table, splitting it in half. Poor hospitality deck, it never asked for this. She grabs the spear and looks at the console with a discerning yellow eye. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch and a bit of red hair.]

No one captures me. Not unless they have a DEATH WISH!

[She brandishes her spear with a twirl and shoves it solidly into the floor. Her grin shows jagged sharky teeth, and it nearly splits her face in half. Is she making you uneasy? Good.]

It's been a while since I had a real fight. Come out of hiding, cowards! I'll show you why I was made captain of the Royal Guard!

[A captain in... a muscle tank and skinny jeans, sure. Whatever.]

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