driftfleet | Entries tagged with eithan paine

Who: Eithan + YOU!
Broadcast: Yup - fleetwide
Action: if you want, hit me up!
When: Right the heck now

Pretty sure every world's got folk songs. Ballads. Songs that tell stories. The kind you feel like pretty much everyone knows for one reason or another. That kind of thing. Whatever you wanna call em.

So hey everyone, what are your favorites from home? Happy, sad, scary, epic, funny, whatever. I'm curious.

Bonus points if you hum a few bars. Bonus bonus points if you sing it. Or something.

[ Give him an excuse to play something new on his guitar, won't you? He's boreddddd ]

necromanswers

Who: Lup & OTA
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Heron, SS First Breath (a bit), Planetside
When: today & throughout the event

( a; arrival on the Heron )

[Lup's arrival on the bridge, confetti and all, is as much a shock to her as anyone else who might witness it. For a moment, she's just quietly stunned.

And then she lets out the loudest WHOOP her lungs can muster and goes through the very strange process of experiencing the ship:
1) she does, like, seven cartwheels in every hallway
2) she just starts touching stuff. walls, consoles, cupboards, furniture. life is so tactile!
3) she finds an actual real live person and grabs their hand immediately to shake
4) she flops dramatically on the nearest bed or couch, regardless of whose it is

She does every single one of these with a huge, shit-eating grin on her face. She has a body again! Holy shit, it feels amazing! It's time to party.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE GREAT, RIGHT]

( b; First Breath )

[Her time on the First Breath is brief, and she tries to time it in a way that Taako won't be around for it, but that doesn't meant that other residents won't spot an elf sort of sneaking around the kitchen and down the hall one day. Catch her, if you can! Those who have already met Taako might notice that she looks exactly like him.

She'll be leaving a fancy new wooden spoon behind in one of the kitchen drawers before she goes.]

( c; text & voice broadcast )

this is a test, looking for some intel. I need to know two things:

1) when you read or hear these words, can you understand it, or is it just static?
2) if you experience static, is it every word, or just some?

GRAND RELIC. BUREAU OF BALANCE. PHOENIX FIRE GAUNTLET. VOIDFISH.
IPRE. LIGHT OF CREATION. HANGING ARCANEUM. THE HUNGER.

GREG FUCKING GRIMALDIS.

[She repeats the full message verbally, and then, after a pause-]

Sorry for the noise if all you get is static, spaceballs. I'm just trying to do some science.

[Weirdly enough none of that should be static for anyone- except for 1 specific person, of course. Sorry Taako.]

( d; planetside )

[Lup's priorities are thus: 1) scrap the heck out of everything useful that she can get her hands on, and 2) FIGHT ALL OF THE THINGS.

She can be found digging her way through piles of metal and parts, elbows deep into whatever might be useful. She won't touch the piles that look like actual garbage, but appliances, vehicles, decor and kitchenware- she's all in. Even if something looks broken, she gives it a considering look before adding it to her "keep" pile; after all, magic powers can fix a lot of broken stuff. Want to come and help with the dumpster diving? She seems to be an old pro at this.

She can also be found signing up for as many gambling arena tournaments as she has time and spell slots for, both the solo fights and the partnered ones, or just fighting against monsters. Are you joining the fight, too? Because she's looking for a good, tough-looking (or at least deceptively strong) scrapper to join her! Let's go punch some aliens! She's been isolated for far too long, and she's eager to give her long-dormant power a solid test-drive.]

deviances

Who: Eithan and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Blue Fish, or a random planetside bar, if you so choose!
When: Right heckin' now.

( get up get up - and feed The Machine )

☼ Network post → Text
Looks like it was my turn for Atroma to knock me out and give me memories or some shit. So that's awesome. Good times.

So to "celebrate" I'm gonna be hanging out in a bar on the planet, corner of 5th and Boulder streets. Can't miss it it's got the bright as hell red roof and the weird cactus neon sign thing out front. Seriously. It stands out.

I'd say drinks are on me but I mean drinks are free! Literally all of it. Anything we want. But hey if you really want I'll make it for you. For the hell of it. Anyway come hang out. Let's make it a party. Why not?

☼ Planetside bar
[ And yep, there he is, just like he said he'd be. He's already made himself a rather large drink, and he's sitting at the bar staring into it, as if the place wasn't completely empty around him and he really was just... in a bar, somewhere populated, where people hadn't died from radiation or what the hell ever. Doesn't help that this reminds him a lot of a certain other always-empty, always-restocking bar.

... Goddess, he really needs a distraction. Or to get wasted. One of the two. Feel free to catch him either just getting started, or already well on his way to drunk. ]

moseyin

D o any of you ever wonder if your world would be better off without you
?

not like
dying or something back home, but. If you just never went back

deviances

Who: Blue Fish crew and any visitors!
Broadcast: I guess if you wanna
Action: on the Blue Fish!
When: All month!

[ Sup Blue Fish? It's mingle time~ Don't get yourself sunburned. Or freezerburned. ]

aetherflows

Who: Alphinaud and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The community gardens on the Iskaulit
When: The morning of January 24th

[video;]

[Alphinaud appears on the network for the first time in months, illuminated by the soft greenery of the garden. He looks less frazzled this time, as he's been able to settle in. And that means it's time to do what he does best: get in everyone's business and absorb information like a sponge.]

Good morning to you all. I come to ask a small favor of those who have resided here for longer than I have-- at least longer than four moons.

It seems to me that we have encountered several sapient races on the worlds we've visited, both familiar and [a pause] not so familiar. I would like to compile all the information that we have on them. If someone else has already gone through this labor, I would like very much to study the result. My ideal would be a brief history on previous encounters with these people, their origin if known, and a visual aid. I can provide the latter if given enough information.

It is highly possible that we will encounter them in the future, and continue to encounter them. The benefits are obvious: it is pertinent to know how to approach them for future interactions, and to handle any situations that may arise. Also, if we helped someone before, we may help them again... or even need help ourselves, if the 'Interceptors' are any indication.

If you are not amenable to sharing what you know over the devices, I'll be in the open gardens on the Iskaulit for the time being.

[A short bow.]

Thank you for your time.

-----

[action;]

[The Goldstone is often too noisy, so he's spending a lot of time writing and compiling information in... the gardens. Not the best place for it, but Alphinaud is quite happy where he is, with a blanket underneath him and a big journal in his lap. Anyone who isn't comfortable sharing info on the network, or just wants to see what he's up to, is welcome to bother him here.]

theroadwarrior

Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Iskaulit, SS Starstruck.
When: Throughout the month and stuff.

Introspection and whatnot.

[Max has had a hell of a two years, eh? Though one supposes he's had a hell of a last two decades, really, but for him this place has been better and worse than home in ways he'll never be able to particularly prescribe to paper. The visions are lesser. The social ineptitudes are still so-so, though one could say he's at least warmed up to the idea of having a name and people he particularly gravitates towards. He doesn't... know a lot of people in the fleet. Not know them, not like he knows his crew, but he doesn't seem to particularly mind how limited he's left his pool of trusted.

Because he only just figured out how to trust people, like... a year ago. Not counting Furiosa, for whom he'd grapple the imperator of Hell itself over, but that's a whole 'nother series of strange emotions he can't put to pen and paper. Anyway. Big two years. Gained faces, lost most of a leg, figured out how to not always fly with swinging fists when the memories seep out from his brain and into the veins of his eyes and whatnot.

He's still the weird guy who sits, silent, in almost any situation, but... at least he's wearing different shirts and doesn't have a beard down to his nipples. These are entirely big improvements.]

Iskaulit Gym Action.

[Now that he's got his fake leg, courtesy of one Howard Stark, he's started getting back into shape. Because suddenly having a prosthetic doesn't mean you magically are the bionic man, yunno? Gotta actually learn to use it; use it or lose it. He's in the gym aboard the Iskaulit, training himself — running, weights, tripping on his own two feet, the works. One can find him here, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt before leaping right back into motion.

Nothing better than to have this to focus on, when you're Mad Max. This is far better than what he could be focusing on, all of which are hallucinatory and far out of date. Still, Peggy's talk of marriage has managed to dredge up a few things that he has a hard time shaking. Things like pillow talks and burping ankle biters and curly hair he had to sweep to find eyes. High school lovebirds. Picnics n' stupid shit that don't actually feel so stupid. The past.

He goes to the punching bag when he gets to the end of the film reel in his head, the one that ends the home movies and starts the terrible trek across the desert to find a place to die. He's getting better, though. Really. His brow is always creased like that, like something's offensive.

He stops to take off said leg for a bit, because even if it's science fiction garble, it's still a stump and it still hurts when you walk on it for a long time (or run on it, or jump on it, or curse on it). Anyway. Come visit the idiot in the gym, whatever he's doing.]

STARSTRUCK. | cw: PTSD episode (but coping strategies, thanks Sam)

[A darker night, at some point, brings him to the lounge. Or rather, you're brought to the lounge by the sounds of the record player, playing one of those old vinyls. It's a low tone, low enough that it would make sense — the sounds of someone not wanting people to know the record is playing, instead of inviting the company openly.

Max is sitting on the couch there, head bowed low, one hand rolling the pieces of a bracelet on his wrist compulsively, an open bottle of whiskey opened beside him on a table. He's apparently still in his night clothes - an undershirt and sweats, something of which is a new thing, the concept of putting on 'sleeping clothes' instead of being hyper-alert in his regular battle garb - and has foregone putting on the leg. The crutch leaning on the couch explains how he got out here without too much fuss.

Judging by the fervent but inaudible mumbling and the careful fidgeting of the bracelet, he didn't come out here enjoyably, though. If one listens closely enough past the music, they could hear the repetition of names, names of people aboard the SS Starstruck, and then the names of the other fleet ships.

Reminders of where he really is, instead of where his mind tortures him with.]

TEXT. | ANONYMOUS.

what's changed you here on this ship?
how's it changed you?

you think it's for better, or worse?

[OOC: Or...! If you have a wildcard or prompt you wanna do, hit me up at

simpledog, because I'm down for anything!]

deviances

Who: Eithan and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes - fleetwide
Action: If you want? - Iskaulit, Music Room
When: Right now!!

[ Eithan's standing in the music room of the Iskaulit, in front of a certain piano - slightly alien, due to its many extra keys, but still very recognizable. He waves for the camera, gives a little half-hearted salute with two fingers, and smiles. ]

Hey everyone.

So, as you've probably seen before, this is the piano room on the Iskaulit. /[He gestures with a sweeping hand. ] For anyone who didn't know, or maybe you're new to the fleet, Belthazar and Winn made the piano together. And it's been here, and anyone's allowed to come play it whenever. Both Belthazar and Winn are... gone now. But the piano's still here, and still totally free to whoever. Anyone at all. Seriously. Music's important, and we need all the nice things we can get around here, you know?

[ Eithan looks a little bit downcast, but only for a split second - blink and you'll miss it, honestly. He's back to winning smiles and business after that. ]

Thing is, like most nice things, it needs maintenance if it's gonna stay operational, properly tuned, all that. And uh, well, luckily, I know how to do that. [ His smile turns to a grin. ] So unless someone else really wants the job, honestly? I'd really like to take that over. I'll make sure everything's workin', tuned right, and soundin' like it should.

I'm gonna set this place up with shelves so we can keep sheet music and theory books in here, too. Whatever we find on planets and stuff. You know? I've also got this... not-guitar-but-really-close thing that I got from that space station hotel resort a while back. I'm gonna leave it in here too, for anyone to use it if they want. And of course, I'll keep that maintained and tuned, too. I've got plenty of strings if they need changin'. It'll be fine.

And on top of that? Well, if anyone's interested... I'd be willin' to start givin' lessons. [ Nod! ] Piano, guitar... weird otherworld or alien kinds of guitars... [ He remembers past systems, thank you very much ] Those are what I'm best at, but like... if it's an instrument with strings, I can help. [ He's getting more and more excited as he talks ~~the nerd~~ ] Oh! Percussion, too. Not... that we have a set of any kind yet. That I know of. But if we ever got somethin'! I could do that too. And of course if anyone wants a crash course in music theory stuff, that's also on the table.

... Heh. I think I've probably gone on long enough. Point is! We've got a music room, and people should use it, and I'm gonna be the one keepin' it all workin'. And if you wanna learn more about music, I wouldn't mind helpin' at all.

[ He nods, smiling one last time for the camera. ]

Thanks for listenin'.

bryces_pup

Who: Riona and you
Broadcast: Yup
Action: On the Blue Fish if desired
When: September 2nd

[These past weeks have been rough, to say the least. Today has been harder than normal, though she knows why. Ultimately it shouldn't matter, she tells herself. It's just another day, nothing's different-

No, that's a load of crock and she knows it. Birthdays aren't meant to be spent alone.

Ordinarily she'd just take to going to one of the Iskaulit's bars to help her ignore her troubles. Or maybe, since they've landed now, she can try and find a place planetside. Alcohol makes everything better, right? (No, it doesn't.) Yet she finds herself hoping to find another way to spend her birthday, rather than just doing what she's been doing for weeks: get drunk until she stumbles back to her bed and wakes up with a hangover. Logically she knows if she says something about it, her friends will reach out to her. But something holds her back, some combination of not wanting to seem needy and looking like she's throwing a pity party for herself. Besides, she's never been one to broadcast - figuratively or literally - her problems. Why start now?

Even still, it's harder to plug her ears and pretend everything's going okay today. It'd be nice to just... do something for once. Go out, have fun. Maybe even smile. But she feels more or less glued to her bed, and no matter what she tells herself, she finds it hard to work up the desire to get up.

...okay, maybe she should. Ask for help. Subtly. Luckily, her communicator is nearby.]

Lovely little place we've come to, isn't it? [From what little she's seen of it through the windows.] Though, given the recent rash of nightmares and how this planet "sings" like some of the other ones did, I suspect there's something underneath the idyllic facade this place presents. Or maybe I've just grown cynical. [Or wised up to Atroma's patterns.] Maybe it's nothing, but... be careful down there, everyone.

[It's a struggle to keep her tone light, as if she's merely discussing what color she should paint her door.] Matters of cynicism or caution aside, I have a query for you all. How do you motivate yourself to... go do something? Not necessarily to be productive, but more just because you know you should be doing something, rather than letting yourself sink into a rut? There's not a lack of things to do, especially now that we've landed, but sometimes it's... difficult to find the motivation. [Okay that sounds mildly alarming and that's not her intention at all.] Just every now and then [More like nearly every day], but it's frustrating when it happens nonetheless, doubly so when there's a new planet to explore. Maybe it's just a matter of riding it out, but any advice would be appreciated.

tempredmental

Who: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares

( Who Am I to Disagree? )

Current Mood: distressed

pain_train

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Text to the fleet
Action: On the Heron
When: now!

[Action]

[Wrath's sleep hours aren't the most regular, though she has a definite routine that she keeps to. This is a break in that routine. Weird hour, still in her fluffy pink pajamas, she's sitting in the dining area with a cup of some godawful, bright pink concoction steaming in her hand. She also looks exhausted.

Not drinking it. Alternating between staring in the middle distance and sketching something on a small tablet.

Officer Snuggles is at her feet, and as much as a fox can look worried, he does.]

[Text]

hey everyone so

what does it mean when you can remember a dream i never remember my dreams but i kind of had one i did

are dreams always weird and bad

and waking up feeling like you've been screaming is normal right cause that happens a lot but i never remembered why til now

do you dream about places you've never been or seen or stuff like that how does it work

thank you for your answers

deviances

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE!!
Broadcast: If you want it?
Action: Yes - in the asteroid field!
When: The last few days of drifting (8/30 - 8/31)

[ This is a mingle! The fleet's coming up on a miniature, thinly-spread asteroid field, which is perfect for some shuttle fun! Hide and seek, racing, trick competitions... chicken... you know, whatever you feel like!

Go forth and play some games, fleet! Use this post however you like! ]

deviances

Who: Eithan Paine and YOU!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the SS Blue Fish - proceed with caution
When: After the latest shuffle

( video - fleetwide )
[ He wants to stick to text. He's been crying, sobbing okay he'll admit it, since he found out. but... they deserve better than text. So Eithan sucks it up, collects himself long enough to turn on the video feed, and addresses the fleet. His eyes are typically red because of the whole demon thing, but well, now they're a completely different kind of red in addition. ]

For those of you who knew 'em... Belthazar Spellscry and Allen Walker are gone now. Looks like Atroma sent 'em back.

[ He looks like he wants to say more, but... He doesn't know what. Aside from: ]

... Miss 'em already, honestly.

[ Okay. That's probably enough. He turns off his camera, but leaves communication open, just in case anyone has anything to say. ]

( action - ss blue fish )
[ Eithan is very, very, very far from okay. First they take his best friend, then his other friends, then his crew and his boyfriend? Goddess...

Anyone who manages to find him near his room will get to see him moping, for very obvious reasons. He keeps picking up his guitar like he's gonna play something, anything, to take his mind off it, but he never manages to play anything for long. And with frustrated cursing, he'll just put the thing down and curl up on his bed instead - or pace through the hallways.

He stops by Belthazar's former room quite often. And he'll stare at the closed door, for longer than he really should, before he can bring himself to look away - usually with tears in his eyes all over again.

And for those who catch him in the cargo bay, he's currently got a bottle of rum, and he's sitting on the floor with his back against the ship wall, drinking straight from the bottle. There's a pack of cigarettes at his feet - for later. And he'll share, if anyone wants - booze or smokes. Or just company. ... Fuck, company would be great right now. .... Fuck. ]

spacebro

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: It's been known to happen
Action: Kayanni System (or a ship. I'm not the boss of you)
When: July 21 – August 23

(OOC: System Info)

sylphid

Who: Fie Claussell & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide
Action: On the Wonderduck
When: July 11, early afternoon

[The camera's turned on and moved around until it's facing Fie, though the the top of her head is cut off by the cropping. Sure, why not. She's currently in the lounge of the Wonderduck, sitting snugly in one the armchairs with a small plate of fudge in her lap.]

Sounds like my coma thing was well timed. People seeing into my life like that without being invited? No thanks. [Fie stops to take a bite, licking some off her fingers at the same time.]

Still, I hope some of you were able to make friends and deepen bonds. [She swallows.] I mean, if that's your thing.

[Now, sitting back, the rest of her head comes into view. Like the ball a few weeks back, she's wearing a familiar hat in sharp contrast to her normal ensemble.]

But I want to know, what were some things you got from your world? Useless or not. I'll be here all afternoon.

[Meaning over the network... or on the ship. Come visit her.]

thespaceopera

Who: Anyone attending the Ball!
Broadcast: If you’d like.
Action: Orfwyn Dreadhorse’s personal asteroid
When: May 12th - 13th …. 14th if you really like to party.

Welcome to the biggest party of the season! Grab a date, dress up to the nines, and get ready to party the night away! In other words, it’s a mingle! Feel free to make a top level with any prompts or styles you prefer.

( Get the Details! )

deviances

Who: Eithan and YOU!
Broadcast: YES! Fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish cargo bay, if you want.
When: RIGHT NOW. (4/7)

[ Hey, another Eithan broadcast! Selfie-style again~ Why not. He's in the cargo area on the Blue Fish, and there's a box next to him. Uh oh, looks like someone got a sponsor drop. ]

So... I got a box. [ He jerks his head toward it, as if it needs pointing out. ] And I don't know why, and I don't know what's in it. And hell, I'm bored enough, probably don't really have that much to lose, so! What the hell - why not open it on camera? Let's see what the hell's in this thing.

[ He nods at the camera on his device, before setting it down and angling it so that he can properly show off this thing's contents when its open. Which just so happens to be... a bunch of coffee mugs! ]

... Huh. Well, that's cool, I mean, I do kinda live off coffee most of the time, so sure.

[ He picks one up, and his eyebrows immediately raise when he reads what's on the side. ]

'Number One Sire'...? What the f--...

[ He trails off as he picks up the note sitting beside the box full of mugs, reads it... and then, he prompltly bursts into laughter. He holds the note up to the camera, for all the world to see: "Eithan is Stefan's sire!"

He drops the note, now that he's pretty much doubled over laughing. But he eventually collects himself long enough to address the camera again, red eyes practically shining with mischief and a fiendish smirk on his face. Oh, he's gonna have fun with this one. ]

Hey, Stefan... looks like someone thinks I bit you at some point.

[ He grins, clearly far too amused by this. Of course, having literally just pointed out the whole vampire thing himself, those fangs of his are probably all the more noticeable. ]

luxoraculi

Who: Lunafreya and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Video AND action, if you're on the SS Blameless!
When: Upon her arrival!

[ Video ]

[ The face of a slightly confused young woman is what her fellow passengers are going to see, suddenly, as Lunafreya tries to figure out just what the heck she's doing with the communicator she's been given. The image shakes for a moment before she manages to get it steady, and she clears her throat. ]

Hello. My name is Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, and I must ask a favor of you all. I've only just arrived and I've been told the most basic of details. If it would not be of too much trouble, I would like to hear more. I simply know that we are on some sort of television show. Your assistance is much obliged.

[ There's a pause as a single piece of confetti falls from the top of her blond head. ] And thank you to whomever bestowed me with such a warm welcome. [ ...And pudding. ]

[ Action for the SS Blameless ]

[ After the broadcast ends, Luna heaves a sigh and straightens up once more. It's time to go exploring her new 'home' and perhaps get a few more answers as well. The rest of the confetti is brushed from her shoulders and now miraculously clean and altered floor length white gown, injuries sustained at home gone...

It's strange. Almost as strange as being in space.

The Oracle can be found wandering the ship, slowly as it were, taking in every single thing she can. ]

imfine1111one

Who: Apollo and whoever's listening
Broadcast: YES fleetwide; video/radio, whichever you prefer
Action: nah, unless someone marches up to his room
When: late at night.

Er, so a lot of strange things seem to be happening, but none of us are dead or being attacked again, so I figure it's best not to question it.

I'm not exactly good at this whole "support" thing, but I guess some people like talking to clear their heads? So let's talk.

Specifically, on a scale of one to ten, what's the most illegal thing you've ever done that you care to admit?

. . .

I can admit I might have ulterior motives due to being a lawyer, but rest assured I don't plan on taking anyone to space court any time soon.

((OOC: PS FEEL FREE TO JUMP EACH OTHER TOO))

thespaceopera

Who: You!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: The Rew System
When: Month of February

[ After a week of traveling and glitches, the Marsiva finally pulls into its newest destination. It seems they've wandered out of human space for now, and into a system dominated by the Co'kal. Luckily, there's still lots for people to do and see, when they aren't dealing with even more glitches, that is.

In other words, it's a mingle!

> Rew System Information ]

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Entries tagged with eithan paine

☼ this is not the greatest song in the world

at least she didn't set the ships on fire

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options this month: too hot, too cold, just right, and... metal box in space.

action/video; what one can accomplish...

ACTION / ANONYMOUS TEXT.

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Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open

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ASTEROID FIELD SHUTTLE GAMES!

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Kayanni System Mingle

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EVENT MINGLE | Dreadhorses's Formal Ball

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