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Who: Carol Danvers and you!
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: SS Heron, if you want to go talk to her on the bridge
When: First week of May idk

Good evening, Heron, this is your pilot speaking!

[ She is clearly enjoying being able to say that... and if it comes out in a tone the rest of the Avengers would recognize as "Carol's about to do something dumb in a Quinjet", well, no one here knows to be concerned by that. Yet. ]

And to the rest of the fleet, especially the pilots... I'm actually a fighter pilot, where I'm from. US Air Force, plenty of combat experience, plenty of flight hours in unconventional crafts and in space. So... what I'm saying is, I might have a few tricks these augments won't teach you, and I wouldn't mind sharing them. Hell, I'll see what we can do with the shuttles if anyone without a pilot augment wants to give it a shot.

[ She grins, playful challenge. ] Anyone feel like a race? Let's see what these birds can really do. [ Preferably before they get in trouble again and need to know how far they can push the ships before they break... but she's not bringing that up now. Kind of kills the spirit of friendly competition. ]

Also... I need someone to help me build a breathing apparatus that functions separately from the spacesuits they've got here. There's only so far my engineering knowledge goes, and I'd rather get a second set of eyes on this than find out I screwed it up and suffocate in the void of space. Done it, not fun, do not recommend. [ What? She's not planning anything. Definitely not. ]

pocketpal

Who: Crew of the glorious ship Starstruck
Broadcast: If people want??
Action: On the Starstruck
When: Early April

[ Hopefully no first aid kits necessary this time. ]

pocketpal

Who: ELN-1470
Broadcast: Yes! Fleet-wide
Action: On the Starstruck
When: 3/7

[ ELN broadcasts from the control room of the Starstruck. She is sitting on a control panel, because that's the only way she can reach the controls: by walking over them. ]

It has come to my attention that the vast majority of you have - [ a brief pause, a sigh ] - names. Which means that, in the interests of efficiency, I must have one as well.

[ Really, she wants to know what it feels like, to have that kind of mark of individuality. But she pretends at disdain. ]

I do not know how an individual goes about procuring a name. Therefore, I offer the first three letters of my designation - E-L-N. You may proffer suggestions based on those.

principality

Who: Aziraphale
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: SS Caprine, the personnel officer's office!
When: 3/6, evening/night

[Aziraphale has been busy. He has a small room, with a tattered tartan sofa and piles of books in view behind him, overflowing from a small bookcase and shelves on the wall.

He waves. He's getting good at this being on TV stuff!]

Good evening! This is apparently my office!

[He swings the camera around, showing off a matching overstuffed tartan armchair that is absolutely hideous. He camera turns back to him.]

...er. which is to say...I am officially open for business! No, not the books, those are mine. Er...I was going to offer my services as a professional guide, of sorts. You come to me, I listen, and I give advice. My inbox is always open, as is my office. I, er, keep odd hours...

...regardless! Should you ever need someone to lend an ear, do consider that I am here. Thank you, dears.

Current Music: DC Talk - Between You and Me

dancingmd

Who: Dr. Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-

Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.

Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.

Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]

Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.

thespaceopera

[the interference is much better today! they really must be slowly leaving behind whatever cloud of radiation Diamond has been talking about, as the obligatory jingle comes in close to crystal clear. though, your host's voice still crackles a little before the signal finally irons itself out.]

Good morning, dear passengers-- both old and new! I hope you've all been enjoying all of this excitement! The Fleet is really building momentum, isn't it? The thrill of the local moons, all of this new activity, and our freshly booming ranks!

It's exciting... we're finally getting somewhere...

[she certainly sounds excited. almost edgy about it, really.]

Two whole ships are joining our ranks this week... bringing our number up to fourteen! Fourteen intrepid crews, fourteen fearless captains... [a pause, then] ...Sorry, fifteen. My mistake.

The SS Caprine and SS Starstruck join formation this week, with Captain Chopper and Captain... oh, my apologies again. [another pause...] The message must have gotten a little chewed up, folks. It looks like Captain Ellen-something, but the rest...

[and after another minute of thought, she finally gives up.]

Oh well, let's just go with that. Welcome to Captain Chopper and Captain Ellen! And we've lost Captain Henry this week, but First Mate Kingsley is stepping up to take control of the SS Bishop.

We wish you brave leaders all the luck as the Fleet gears up to make its way out of this region... and into the special surprise waiting for you in the month to come!

Enjoy yourselves! And remember-- the worlds are watching!

ooc post: → here

noctiphile

Who: the good and merry folk of the S. S. Starstruck
Broadcast: it's a mystery! you decide!
Action: S. S. Starstruck
When: until we make a new one

[Wow! Look at that! This ship sucks! Discontent is abundant! No one likes each other! Everyone's grumpy! I'm using too many exclamation points! Looks like it's just the first of many exciting episodes aboard the S.S. Starstruck*.]

*property possibly inherited from lady gaga

pocketpal

Who: ELN-1470
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Marsiva
When: 2/21

This is ELN-1470, reporting for duty. [ A woman looms over the communicator's camera. It's filming from close to her feet, and she looks large - except, no, that's definitely just a trick of perspective. She's on top of a table. She is tiny, peering down at the communications device, tiny hands on tiny hips. ]

It appears that my prior duties have been canceled, due to the catastrophic disappearance SISC0117. Which, I may add, not only contained my duties, but my dwelling and all of my possessions.

[ Someone’s not pleased. ]

Please inform me of my updated schedule.

I’m sure it will be a pleasure to serve. [ To turn off the communicator, she stomps on a button. ]

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