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Who: SS Huntress and visitors
Broadcast: N
Action: Ship mingle!
When: Time is an illusion

[So, we've been returned to our ships, and they're all different now! Having lower ceilings must suck for those of you who are actually not tiny.]

tallasaking

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: Er, nowish.

[When the communication device is turned on, you are greeted with a scarred, bearded face that has seen better days, topped with golden curls mixed with black, and mis-matched eyes besides. Despite this rather ... interesting visage, the eyes are mixed with some sort of dark humor and his mouth is crooked with a flat sort of smile. The voice, however, ah, flows like honey.]

Good day, my fellow travelers. I apologize for my ... current state of less than noble stature, but I assure you that a wash and a shave will do no one any favors. I find myself at more of a loss over silken robes onto what ... precisely I am doing here. I have some knowledge - I am on something called a space ship, I am to be an engineer for such a vehicle but ... not entirely sure where, and I am here to entertain people. And before I forget my manners further I am Tyrion Lannister. If that name means anything to you, knowing that I have been thrown into such a role probably amuses you, so I appear to be ahead on my designated purpose on this show.

For the rest of you, I have two questions. One ... is it to be considered amusing when my lack of practical application in managing such a metal beast sends us crashing into some other spacial object, and two, ... there is wine here, is there not?

[A sigh, and a hand rubbing across his beard.] Not a great deal is needed. Just a glass. Just so I can ... stop breathing heavily and think we are all about to suffocate from the lack of oxygen from apparently being surrounded by an airless ... vacuum, I believe the word is, popping into my mind. Yes.

[He smiles, and it's not a bad smile at that.] Pleasure to meet you all, by the by.

sinuosity

Who: Nyssa.
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio.
Action: Around the Marsiva
When: 1/11.

[ A woman's voice, British-accented, commanding, level, says, ]

I am Nyssa, daughter of Ra's al Ghul. I intend to exact justice from our captors, these — Atroma. We are not playthings, and we will not be caged forever.

I will be indebted to those who fight beside me. [ a beat ] If you intend to stop me, your defeat is not only likely, it is inevitable.

[ and the audio clicks off, but a few seconds later on again, ]

If anyone knows how to remove these implants, I would be doubly grateful.

( action; around the ship )

( action; gym )

thespaceopera

[The weekly Shuffle doesn't happen quite as it should. No new passengers appear on the ships, and no message is sent in from the hosts. The usual day comes and goes without a stir.

And then, on the second day, another one of those surges of static comes in over the speakers, breaking apart for a voice in the background. It's Diamond, and she sounds too far away from the receiver. She also doesn't sound quite like herself-- her tone flat and cold. Disappointed.]

--I know. I can't. [A pause of empty air, before a short, decisive sigh.] ...Yes. Bring them in.

[A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. They have never seen this room before, but those familiar with the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva might recognize the style of decor. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well--clean and chrome--but this set of rooms have never been ventured into before.

Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers.]

ooc info:
Happy belated birthday, Drift Fleet! This is the first official mingle for the Season Finale event. As always, this is very backtag friendly-- including the Hosts section below. Take a look at the event information, then jump in and enjoy!

Event information → Here!

drowsier

Who: Otto Hellinger + OPEN
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: y for Huntress
When: current

[Video;]
[When the video pops up, the slightly diminutive-appearing young human transmitting is right up in it, peering. So there's an uncomfortable half-second of face, before he sits back, scratching his head and looking a little sheepish.

He's been hiding out, essentially, since his arrival. Watching, irritated and paranoid, for signs of dangers that, in his opinion, he's already had his fair share of. He'd worked hard for his chance at peace and quiet, after all. It seemed a little insulting to get otherwise, and in such a baffling fashion, out of nowhere. But it's going to do him no good to be elusive, so here he is, and he puts on a big smile to make the mood.]

Oh, okay, that's going. So, uh, hi! After some studious observation you all might like to know that I, in my infinite good will, have determined that you're all not, in fact, murderous mad scientists. Most of you, anyway. Probably. So in the name of foreign relations I figure I should introduce myself to the masses. The name's Otto Hellinger, veteran hero of justice, at your service. I'll be taking applications for sidekicks at any time.

[Action, Huntress;]

[After scurrying about being as hard to spot as possible for the last few days, there's now a ??kid?? with a flashy dyed red streak in his hair lounging in the bridge, sitting sideways in the pilot's chair, looking at everything without actually touching. He's short, but well-built, not quite stocky but obviously fit, and while his body language is lazy his eyes are sharp.]

Space, huh... You're gonna go way faster than a CTC transport.

princessia

Who: Elize Lutus & YOU?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress (or whatever ship that Elize winds up being invited to)
When: Now - October 4th

Umm... hello, everyone.

[ The broadcast opens up with Elize sitting in her personnel room. Some drawings done by her and Cole can be seen hanging on the wall in the background, along with a little painting of pink flowers. On the desk is a small stack of even more paintings. Very rarely does Elize broadcast her own fleet wide posts on her own will. She finds it somewhat easier to speak one-on-one on other posts, not so much when it's broadcast to a fleet of people.

The little girl has her hands propped on her lap, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Her cheeks are slowly turning a faint red as she records herself. She'd prefer not to make any posts, but she feels it needs to be done at this time. ]

Some of the Huntress crew went back home. My friend, Shirley, too. She left behind these paintings that she got from the previous planets and stations, I think?

[ She lifts one of the art pieces from her desk to show it off. Looks like it might be a painting of some sort of plant from a different planet...? Who knows. ]

I thought I should share these. I think Shirley would like it if I did that. [ And it's something for everyone to remember her by. ] If anyone wants one, you can visit the Huntress or if you want, I can go to you. Just let me know.

[ That's about all she wanted to say. She gives a little wave goodbye to the camera, then ends the recording. ]

killedwithlove

Who: Cole and anyone who isn't fast enough to get away
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Any ship, though he won't venture onto the Three Twins or Tourist still. He will park next to them, now!
When: First half of the month?

[Cole does this thing. He does this thing where he goes everywhere and sticks his large nose into everything and meets people. He hasn't done it for a while, so clearly, it's time again.

The Pathstone comes in next to a ship, docks and then they spend a while there. There's no pattern to which ship it is. But he'll bring them around to your ship eventually.]

summerschild

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: SS First Breath
When: Saturday afternoon

[For the first couple of months he was in the Fleet, Bran paid little regard to his actual assigned position on the First Breath. After all, being bound to his bed didn't give him much opportunity to do much maintenance. But now that he's mostly mobile, he's been almost enjoying the task. It gives him a purpose, keeps his mind off of the dark things. It's good, almost.

And he actually really likes these little robots.]

I understand how these work, and that it's "electricity", and "circuits"... but are they actually alive? They can respond to their names, and understand what I tell them to do, like wolves or crows. But they don't have minds. How is this possible?

[The augment gave him the ability to understand their physical workings, but the concept of artificial intelligence is still completely lost on him.

There's a small scuttling noise from across the bridge, and Bran turns to look at it. One of the tiny robots has bumped into a chair, and seems intent that it needs to move the heavy item.]

Shaggydog, stop that!

[Odd name for a robot.]

hearsthesea

Who: Shirley Fennes
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: August 21

Excuse me, everyone. With the Iskaulit now in our hands, there have been a few people suggesting ideas for what to do with the spaces inside. If I might add one more, I'd like to build a memorial for the Nunnilis who were on this ship until a few months ago. It doesn't have to be a central part of the ship, but given that they were the original inhabitants of the ship and would still be if not for what happened...I think they ought to be remembered. Would anybody else be willing to help with this project?

I also believe it would be helpful for those with ideas for the ship to meet and plan together, regardless. That way, everyone could coordinate and share resources in the process of setting up everything they need. One of the waystations could be used as a meeting location, if a neutral location is needed.

pirasea

Who: Isabela and lovers of smutty filth
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.

[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]

My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.

[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]

( trashy )

I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.

I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.

[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]

arcanepower

Who: Belthazar & open
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: 8/18, morning

[video;]

[Belth awakens with a gasp like he hasn't breathed for a while. That isn't true, exactly, but he's just had a very long and very strange dream in which he was home. For all intents and purposes, he thinks he was home... after several years, and the crumpled Sunreaver robes at the end of his bed attest to it.]

Adra?

[His voice is small and still.]

... ah.

[... He's gone. Belth has already done his share of inconsolable crying, but he wants to cry again knowing that he's back here and Adrasteius is not. He squeezes his eyes shut until the tightness in his throat subsides, and then he sits up.

Belth is a mess. His hair is disheveled more than usual, and he's wearing nothing but black pants. His skin is entirely pale and mostly unblemished, but there's a glimpse of an intricate tattoo on his back as he leans over to put a long-sleeved black shirt on.

As he glances around, he realizes... there's a light indicating that he's being recorded. He practically howls in frustration and slams the off button--

-- only to turn it on a minute later.]

I went home... I think. This place is very strange. [He rubs his head.] It feels like years, but it's only been a few days. It will take some getting used to.

All of my belongings appear to be in order, but if I find a book missing, I will be very upset.

( [action] )

serpentis

Who: Dorian and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: On the Three Twins!
When: 8/11, Midnight.

[It's rare in Drift Fleet to see Dorian as The Necromancer. He plays with people, he flirts with them. Occasionally his humor is morbid. But that's just him.

But tonight is different.

The broadcast is from a darkened cargo bay of the SS Three Twins.

Dorian is wearing black robes with a pointed hood, and as the broadcast starts, he gestures with a skull-topped staff, seeming to almost do it for show. There's a whispering of something circling him, a spirit, perhaps, and candles illuminate around him as it vanishes.]

I do hope you're having a good night. I had nearly lost track of the date, what with the odd stars, but I'm quite certain that it is the beginning of the eighth month, Matrinalis. Which means, for those of you unaccustomed to Thedosian holidays, it is All Soul's Day. Or close enough. ...regardless...

[He conjures a small flicker of fire in his hand, the light casting shadows on his face, the glowing purple lines of necromantic sigils and runes seemingly etched into his hands and arms.]

It is the day we Thedosians remember our dead. As a necromancer, I daresay I am qualified to lead the celebrations, if you will.

You are welcome to come and extinguish a candle for those you've lost.

((OOC: A combination network post and mingle log! Start up an action thread if you'd like, thread with other folks, just leave a comment in the subject if your character is looking to chat with Dorian.))

gleamed

Who: Rapunzel and YOU!
Broadcast: Everybody! Everybody!
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Wednesday evening

[ video broadcast/action option ]

[ rapunzel wakes up slowly, like rising from a pleasant mid-afternoon nap that caught her by surprise. but as always, her thoughts quickly catch up with her, and all too quickly it becomes clear that something is very, very wrong. she isn't napping in her bed in her tower - she had left to go see the lanterns! if anything, she should be lying in soft grass - oh, grass, she loved the feeling of grass and this certainly wasn't it. that hadn't all been a dream hadn't? no, no, it couldn't be. it was too wonderful to be a dream!

then her eyes snap open, and a sinking sense of dread chills her to the bone. oh no, this wasn't right. this wasn't right at all.

rapunzel bolts up right, positively leaping off of the cot she's found herself in. her long, golden hair trails behind her as she breaks into a run, away from the cots and through multiple rooms. where was she? what had happened? where were eugene and pascal? maximus? where was she? ]

Eugene! EUGENE! Hello? Anybody? Oh no, oh no, please...

[ then she ends up in the large view bay, in front of a massive window that reveals her location. or at least, what surrounds her location.

she was in the stars. ]

That's - this isn't possible! I'm just dreaming! This isn't -

[ she looks out the window again, eyes wide and unblinking, stepping closer to the glass - only to trip over her own hair. startled, she yelps and folds to the ground, gathering her hair around herself like a protective cocoon. she just keeps staring out the window, her features a mix of fear, confusion, and wonderment. ]

[ yet later video ]

[ after learning a few things about this place - including that it was not, in fact, a dream - rapunzel rallies herself to address the screen that would apparently help her find out if any of her friends were here. she'd never seen anything like this in her life before, but somehow, she knows how to use it. she was glad for that.

however, that doesn't help her know what to say once the broadcast begins. so she clears her throat. once, twice. then coughs, threading her hands through a strand of hair. no, that wouldn't do! you can do this, she tells herself. she straightens her shoulders and faces the screen head-on. ]

HELLO! [ oh dear, that was kind of loud. ] Ahem - sorry. Um...hi. I'm wondering - you see, I was on my way to see these lanterns, and I think there might have been some kind of mistake. I should be at at the castle town right about now, but instead, I'm in the stars...wow, I can't believe I'm in the stars! UM - I'm looking for someone named Eug - Flynn. Flynn Rider. Please, if you've seen him...

[ then, her hand flutters to her mouth. ] Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! What was I thinking? My name is Rapunzel. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please let me know if you've seen him. Oooor if anyone's even hearing this. Okay. Um...thank you. Bye.

princessia

Who: Elize Lutus and... YOU, maybe?!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: 7/19

[ When Elize awakens from cryosleep is when the network decides to record her panic as she sits up with a jolt, like she'd just woke up from a nightmare. It felt like a dream, but she's certain it wasn't. Before she even acknowledges the fact that she's back on the fleet, away from Rieze Maxia, she's searching around her bed frantically, patting at the sheets for something that should be there. ]

Teepo... Teepo?

[ She clasps her hands near her chest where she would normally hold her doll. It's the almost exact behavior during her first days on the fleet. Although she knows the full truth about the toy now, old habits die hard.

As she sits in her bed, she looks around at the metal walls of her room on the Huntress, taking deep breaths to calm down. She reaches up, gently running her finger around the augment behind her ear and confirming where she is. The memories are beginning to sink back in. ]

It's this place again.

[ A pause. ]

...Cullen?

killedwithlove

Who: Cole
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY SHIP EXCEPT THE MARSIVA
When: The first half of the month

[See, the problem is, now Cole's augment is a pilot one.

He's lost the room he wasn't aware as his, but he's gained a whole new lot of knowledge. Such as how to move the ship, how to dock it to other ships and that makes his constant wandering from ship to ship much easier.

And it means he can park the Pathstone with the Three Twins and Tourist without ever going on board either of them. He can bring the Pathstone to them, and still give Fenris his safe space and people form those ships and visit the Pathstone without having to take a shuttle!

So, Cole's doing his rounds again. Visiting. Parking. Shoving the Pathstone wherever he feels like going.]

serves

Who: Cullen
Broadcast: Fleet wide audio
Action: on the Huntress
When: Nowish

[This is the voice of a worried man that's trying to not sound as worried as he feels. The crease in his brow is almost audible.]

I understand that sometimes people fall into deep sleep here for no reason known to us. [Maker, he's praying that it's like what happened to Varric and not something to do with their new fleet addition.]

It seems to have happened to Elize. She's in good hands, but... I felt I should let people know, in case this isn't just happening to her alone.

thespaceopera

[it may be too optimistic to hope that it has something to do with respect, but Atroma has been very quiet. in the wake of the growing stillness on the Iskaulit, neither of the fleet's hosts have broken the peace with their chipper voices.

if the passengers are being watched as closely as they always claim, it is being done in silence.

whether or not the remainder of the living bugs are being kept somewhere for observation, and regardless of the fact that the discussion of what to ultimately do with the ship is still ongoing, it has been generally agreed that something respectful should be done with the dead, and that the remaining spores should be washed away.

so, this will all be done through a combined effort of vacuum and fire, and the time for this purge has been set.

feet on the ground are needed to prepare the foreign ship for purging--securing anything that could be damaged, and safely packing away delicate data-storing instruments and anything belonging to the fleet itself. anyone willing to help could surely find something to do.

and for anyone wishing to bless, reflect, honor, or pray... now is the time to do so. whether aboard the Iskaulit itself before the purge, offering a voice over the network, or simply watching from nearby shuttles and ships, this is the fleet's moment to help send off the crew of the Iskaulit with dignity.]

ooc: this is the final IC mod post for June! the purge itself will be implied for the most part, but anyone with skills in mechanics or fire-controlling may assume they were involved.

this post specifically is for any interactive threads involved in the final days before the Iskaulit is cleaned, and anything funerary, including broadcasts. even if you just want to put up a closed comment describing what private way your character is taking part in this makeshift 'ceremony,' go for it.

an OOC post summarizing and officially wrapping up the rest of June will go up as soon as we're able.

dawnwillcome

Who: Jove Lavellan
Broadcast: fleetwide audio
Action: on that weirdass bug ship
When: NOW!!

I don't know how many of us have all been through this ship so far, but it looks as though there's still a lot of it in working order. Or it could be in working order, if we were to put forth the effort to get it that way. I think if enough of us were to work together, we might be able to see to at least turning some lights on, if not getting the thing running properly again.

The bugs are dangerous, of course, so if there are any security officers who could spare the time to come with us engineers when the time comes, I'm sure we'd all appreciate a little extra fire power. I suppose you could say this is less of a call to arms and more of a call to discussing who is willing to come along and repair a very strange alien ship. So... who's with me?

[There's a pause after that, and it could be because the audio has ended just there, until...]

And if anyone has seen a slightly grumpy bald elf, could you send him my direction?

(ooc: info on the updated bug plot can be found here!)

thespaceopera

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]

ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

info post→ here

orlesian

Who: Leliana
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck
When: June 9th

[It takes a few minutes of fiddling with the device before she finally manages to get it on to a video feed.]

What a strange device. [Right. That's not why she's here.]

It occurs to me that I have no idea where it is I am. I was in Skyhold and then I woke up...here. It is unlike anyplace I have ever seen and while that is fascinating I would appreciate knowing more about it. They have moved me to one of the ships now, though it is unlike any ship I have ever seen before.

[Look, she's asking before killing people for information! Progress!]

So if you could oblige me with answers soon, I would appreciate it.

[And then she smiles in a way that's a little too practiced before fumbling with the device more and then finally shutting it off.]

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Beam me up

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