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Who: Shawn Hunter and YOU!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Golden
When: September 19, evening

[As weird as Shawn's world was, it was never this weird. Instead of waking up in his apartment, where he should be, he's in some giant ship - and none of it feels real. This can't be real life. It just can't.

He's not on the giant ship for long, though: he finds himself beamed (like space sci-fi beamed??) onto a new place, with confetti and chocolate pudding that looks kinda suspect - but he'll eat it, food is food. Still blowing the confetti out of his face, he'll wander around, taking photos along the way. Every single one's uploaded to the Fleet, and well- there's gonna be an abundance of artsy photos, from various places on the Marsiva to the stations around the SS Golden. (People are optional.)

About an hour after the last one, Shawn's settled in the kitchen and he's fiddled enough with the comm device to realize that he goofed. Big-time. So when the feed clicks on, he looks more apologetic than usual.]

Look, I don't know how I got here - and normally? I'd be kinda down with living in outer space and being on some reality show. Problem is, I'm about to go to college, and I worked too hard to throw all of that away for... whatever this is.

[Making a face, though he's not quite aware of it:] Since I'm stuck here until God-knows-when, is there any way I can call home? Or figure out if anyone else I know's along for the ride? Thanks, uh, and sorry about all the photos earlier. I'm still kinda new to this thing.

thespaceopera

[The nebulas are beautiful in this region of space, at the very least. They gleam as great distorting clouds of space-stuff that your scanners don't even want to attempt to analyze. They affect the ships' instruments much like other areas of disruption have in the past, but these are actually visible as large swathes of light--like giant flames frozen in their swirling shapes, suspended across impressive stretches of space. For once, there's something like scenery to look at, out here in the black...

And then, the proximity alarms begin to blare.

From a gap between the two nearest clouds comes an assemblage of ships! Familiar to some and new to others--they do not respond to hails or communications of any kind, and they're gunning straight for the Fleet without slowing. Their weapons are locking on and firing as soon as they are in range.

Many passengers have been through this before, and many of the ships are bigger and better than they'd been in the previous skirmish. Today, the Drift Fleet will put up a better fight, even punch a few holes in their attackers.

Your augment knows where you need to go! Do you run to your station? Do you dodge your job? Are you unsure how to help? Are the captains giving orders or panicking, and are their crews paying attention? Everyone's got a chance to fight back before the enemy fleet runs them into the nearest nebula--and things suddenly take a bad turn.

As soon as each Drift Fleet ship hits the nebula, its systems overload and short-circuit before going dead. It stays silent for minutes, no radar, no comms, no network. Stubborn stragglers are ganged up on and forced into the cloud, followed by the poor ships on autopilot being bodily hauled into the nebula with tractor beams. Once the entire Fleet has been set adrift as sitting ducks, before the Marsiva can get too close, the attacking fleet... turns and flees through the cloud, seemingly untouched by the nebula that scrambles your ships.

Eventually, the systems flicker back to life, blinking on one by one. It will be several hours before any other effects of the attack will be noticeable. The network shows up as live again, but Atroma never shows up to explain a thing...]

ooc: the out-of-character event post is over here! respond to this post any way you like; you can have action, comm messages, play during the attack, being stuck in the nebula, checking in after the network comes back online, or whatever else seems fitting.

curiositykilledthecats

Who: Huntress
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the ship
When: All month

[It's a Huntress mingle, everyone get on board.]

snakeharmer

Who: Indiana Jones and cool people
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Any other newcomers on the big'un
When: Now.

[Thanks to his prior conversation with one Peggy Carter, Indiana has at least a slight grasp on the situation. Now that he does, there's nothing for it but to make contact with his fellow 'passengers'. After all, there might be some slim chance he'll encounter someone he knows. Failing that, answers will do just as well.]

I've seen a lot of spooky and strange things in my time, but a fleet drifting through space is a first. [Though he's reminded of that 'job' in Roswell only a few months ago. Hardly a pleasant memory.] My name is Indiana Jones, I'm a Professor of Archaeology -- not that there's much call for it up here. I'll take any volunteers eager to fill me in on the situation.

[He stares at the communicator a bit longer, scratches at his stubbled chin, and decides to ask the inevitable.]

Just tell me it's not the Soviets. [Because dammit, he's retired from the spy business.]

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.

touchofrogue

[August 9th. Rogue’s birthday. This year, like practically every other year since her powers had awoken, Rogue had the same plan: Tell no one. She will celebrate - or she would try to - without any reason given. It was so much easier that way.

She applies the dark red lipstick that traveled with her, and does her best to dress up as well as she could with what she has bartered for, and spends an inordinate amount of time on her hair.]

Okay, Drift Fleet. Talk to me. Who’s got some spare coffee they’re willin’ to barter for?

( Action planetside, space ship shuttling to deep sea diving, and hopefully finding someplace with music in the evening )

Later that night
[Late that night, Rogue can’t sleep. The echos aren’t in her mind right now, they aren’t psyches, they’re memories. They’re the people that she misses so much her bones ache. She decides to follow up on her own advice and goes for a run by the beach. It's not enough, so she starts a more rigorous exercise routine, dropping down to begin with push-ups and carrying through to shadowboxing. Will she manage to complete her routine all alone?

Whether or not she gets through that uninterrupted, when she’s finished she goes to the journals… no. journals were in Luceti. In Drift Fleet, she goes to the comms. This transition was harder than she thought, but she hoped one thing would hold true: that she wouldn't be the only one up and zero dark thirty.]

So. Augments. Upgrades. What are the ones ya feel are most worthwhile? Where do ya pour your resources into on your ship? Are ya happy bein' a pilot, an engineer, or whatever? [A security officer. Just say what you're thinking, Rogue, gosh.] If you could pick any one of them, what would you pick?

timelapsed

Who: Max Caulfield & Anybody
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Saturday, pre-shuffle

[ Max is almost used to waking up in weird places. But when she awakens to the crisp, clean, sterile surroundings of the Marsiva's hospitality deck, she knows something is wrong. Her dorm room, Chloe's room, school maybe, the lighthouse... but this felt more like a hospital. Where...? ]

This isn't... where is this? [ She's quick enough to her feet, glancing around. ] Calm down, Max, just need to figure out... where......

[ She trails off when she catches sight of those bowing windows in the viewing bay, showing... space. ]

No way. No way... This can't be real.

[ She seems to be in denial for a few moments. Gaping, staring, taking a step back...

And then, hands shaking... she pulls out an old instant camera and snaps a picture. "Always take the shot." That's what she had been told.

She shakes the photo that pops out for a moment, then stares at it, as if the view would somehow be different. But alas, it is not. ] This is really happening, isn't it? I'm in space. How?

[ Assume she's open to messages here. During and following those, though, she'll be snooping around the deck, looking at and through anything and everything. Snoop, Max, snoop and figure things out. ]

boymeetsfatherhood

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: None
Action: The Huntress!
When: The last leg of July?

[Aside from hijinks on the beach planet, the crew has a few things to get used to. The departure of one captain, the abrupt promotion of another, plus new crew members. Let's see how things go...]

thespaceopera

[After weeks of relative silence, our intrepid passengers finally travel within visual range of a blue planet. Marsiva's slow-and-steady course makes it clear that this is the Drift Fleet's next destination--but just as your ships come within scanning range and your computers begin to gather data, a fleet of quick little watchdog ships zip out of the planet's atmosphere, heading straight for you!

They do not swoop in for an attack, but hold their positions between you and the planet. They look close enough to cause some trouble, and any working Communications Officer can tell you that they have weapons locked on the Fleet in warning.

The tell-tale sound of an incoming hailing frequency chimes over your ship's alert system. Someone would like you to pick up the phone. Thanks to their augment, all passengers instinctively know that they'll be looking for the Captain or the Communications Officer of the ship--but no one says someone else can't pick it up first.

On the bridge, the hailing frequency can be viewed on screen, along with the attached subject: "Identify yourselves." The notification chime goes off every seven seconds. These ships don't look like they're going anywhere, but they don't want to be kept waiting, either.

What do you do? Will you accept the frequency?]

ooc → see the July Star System post for details about this event! there is no real rush in this post (we won't even be around to begin responding to it until Sunday afternoon), so take your time, feel free to tag each other in this post (maybe try to get your Comms officers off their asses), and there is no time too late to tag into this post. the element of urgency is all IC, and there is no OOC pressure at all.

delincuente

Who: Alex Russo and YOU
Broadcast: All over the place yo
Action: The bridge of the SS Paisley
When: 7/4

[It's Alex's first broadcast that doesn't have the Space Jam soundtrack in the background, what a surprise. People are going to start thinking she isn't annoying or something.]

Hey, so today's a totally big holiday back on Earth - the Fourth of July, aka Independence Day, aka every American's birthday. It's when we celebrate the anniversary of Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum saving us from the alien invaders back in 1996. We eat phallic meat-byproduct foods and shoot off explosive to represent the crazy alien sky battles we witnessed on that fateful day.

Let's have a moment of silence for our fallen heroes.

ofbelief

Who: Riley Matthews & Yooou
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress...?!
When: Following the shuffle

[ACTION]

[HELLO, HUNTRESS. There's a not so tiny child trying to sneak onto your ship, which might not be so easy. Given that she's in a deep purple magical girl outfit and isn't very good at darting around sneakily at all. And she might be taking the time to decorate the ship with tiny handmade cut-outs of animals and little phrases about smiling and doing your best. And just smiley faces.

So the truth is she's really bad at this hiding thing, but she's definitely going to go hide in the room that says 'RILEY MATTHEWS' on the door and pops in and out from there.]

[VIDEO]

[A little while later and after more than a little bit of uncertainty, she decides to do broadcast.]

Hi. I arrived here a few weeks ago and I haven't really said anything yet. Sorry. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who took the time to help me. And to the Paisley, too, for being really nice to me. So, thank you.

I know there's a lot of other things going on, but I thought that was important.

It's nice to meet you. I'm Riley Matthews. [She pauses briefly to let out a breath.] Or I'm Rainbow Lark. Both names are important, so I don't mind either. Whatever name you call me, I want to help. Riley and Lark would like to. I don't have magic and I'm not really good at anything, but that's not important.

At least. That's what I've been told. So the only thing I can really do is be there for people. Which isn't that helpful against weird alien things, I know, but maybe a little bit of normal is okay to.

So. Hi. Again. I'm Riley. Or Lark. And I really look forward to being able to learn from everyone. I've learned a lot recently, and I want to learn more.

...And thanks.

[Again! But she seems very awkward and shy and not sure what she's wanting to say. Maybe what little she did say was too much, or maybe it wasn't. But it's enough for her so she smiles and waves and stops it there. Because she can't fight against anything out there and she knows that, but maybe that's okay here, too.]

boymeetsfatherhood

Who: Cory Matthews and whomever!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: Backdated to the day of the Shuffle!

[Cory had arrived not long before the Shuffle, and so it's all just clicking in for him as he's beamed onto the Huntress. He thinks he has it figured out.

And so, one might pick up on a family resemblance as he shouts.]

SHAAAWWWWWN!!

Where are ya, buddy? Come one out. You finally did it. Prank of the century. I really thought I was in outer space for a minute. But I got you now!

[He lingers for a moment, looking out one of the windows into space.]

Whatever you did? It's really convincing. I'm impressed! I hope you didn't spend too much money on this...

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