driftfleet | Entries tagged with eugene ben woods

Who: Lorden and You!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marisa > Bloodsport
When: Evening of the 9th

( Action - Marsiva )

( Action - Bloodsport )

Broadcast - Video (a little later)
[Now settled in his room and once again armored up, Lorden waves at the camera. He sounds pretty chipper for someone who just got kidnapped, but then, this place isn't exactly a stronghold of the Dark.]

Hi, everybody. Fresh meat here, call me Lorden. I'm from Earth--if I say I'm from the City that doesn't really help, does it? But it's the only City we have, so there you go.

If I'm, uh, missing something kind of important from home, how screwed am I?

Also, are reality shows really a thing, or are they just making that up?

luckyescape

Who: Freya Vaughn & YOU!
Broadcast: YES
Action: If you want to swing by the engine room or her room on the Heron, go for it.
When: November 5th

[The screen flicks on and Freya has her boots pressed against the wall with her torso resting against the floor. It's hard to tell which direction gravity is flowing except that her hair spanned around her head in a golden halo.

She's wearing her little red ridding hood costume though only the bright red hood was really visible.]

Remember, remember, the fifth of November.
The gun powder treason and plot.

[She sings the song in a sweet voice that makes it come off as a creepy ring-around-the-rosy type of deal. Freya can't keep the monotone tune up for long before breaking into a warm smile, her light stormy gray eyes glittering as if a sun was peaking out from behind the clouds.]

Couldn't resist that. ANYWAY, I'm calling out because I'm going to go ahead and start a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. I have been making dice but they currently suck! So if anyone has dice let me know or I'm going to just program a random number generator and make people use that. [It's super easy to do with any computer.] So, I'm thinking of ways to make the campaign more interesting to those who are here, so if you're interested but it sounds boring, hit me up anyway. We'll talk.

Who knows, might be fun.

The idea is to have fun. If you aren't going to have fun then- [She waves a hand.] Well, ignore this.

Anywho, that's part 1. Part 2 is about candy. I will eat anything that's left that isn't chocolate. I miss sweet things and I can eat a lot. So if anyone has any, that isn't chocolate, then let me know. I'll take it off your hands.

Also if anyone has pepperoni. It's not a totally random question but related to another conversation.

I think that's all I got right now.

]She flashes the screen a happy smile, flashing her canines in the process.]

Later Drifters.

coinstability

Who: Connor + you
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide text
Action: Marsiva and the Starduck
When: November 2nd - 4th

the marsiva - action.

[Connor can't say that he likes waking up with no idea where he is or how he came to be there, but he'll concede that it's something different, at least. He rolls that concept around just long enough to get a look out of the viewing windows at the unfamiliar planets below before he gets to work.

The communicator is the obvious place to start, though Connor quickly realises that he can't bypass any of the security systems in the network. All he can do is scan through what's available. He does that over the course of a minute, frowning down at the device in his hand, before he pockets it and starts looking around the hospitality deck instead. Anyone coming across him there will find him in the process of placing his hand on various electronics and robotic equipment - the skin of his hand sliding away leaving only white plating - with an ever increasing look of mild frustration on his face, the LED on his temple spinning bright yellow.]

the starduck - action.

[Well, he knew it was coming thanks to the network information, but it's still startling when the sudden jump to another spaceship happens. Connor blinks with surprise, then takes a moment to brush the scattered confetti off his hair and jacket. The plate of pudding nearby gets only a passing glance before he leaves the bridge. He can't eat it, after all.

Instead he seeks out the other crew members of the Starduck, checking the other rooms until he finds someone.]

Hello. My name is Connor. I'm-- the newly assigned Communications officer on the ship.

[Nearly said something else there for a second before he caught himself. That's a habit he needs to break.]

fleetwide text.

I understand from going through the network that these communication devices sometimes activate on their own. Is there a pattern or cause for when they do this?

[He's got some theories himself, but the network isn't the full story. Best to get an idea from the actual people trapped here.]

abracafcku

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Mingle Post for the Halloween and Drift period!
When: 10/28-11/11

It's time for a spooky candy-filled drift, Flooters! And because no Halloween is complete without a few tricks...a mini player plot! If you'd rather just have a normal mingle, feel free to ignore it and tag about as normal!

( Tricks and treats )

thespaceopera

Suddenly, the SS Wonderduck and the SS Starstruck begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to into the same direction, away from the other ships of the fleet. Slowly, they move until they're side by side.

Over the two ships' intercoms, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.

Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.

And closer...

And closer...

No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.

Tiiime after tiiime... ♪

CRASH!!

As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one: streamlined and shiny, but still somehow a little like the the former Wonderduck And Starstruck...

-----------

On the bridge, the crews of the SS Starstruck and the SS Wonderduck arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:

"Congratulations - SS Starduck!
Happy Fusion!"

... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.

dandyofawolf

Who: Biffy and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Iskaulit at his shop
When: Throughout the month

Broadcast

[Biffy comes on screen with a smile as he nods his head politely. Behind him one can see his lovely looking hair salon...the Maison de la Lune.]

Good evening. Given the fact that we are now in the season of Autumn, I felt that it was time to offer a special at my salon for all who wish to partake.

[He steps aside to wave at the interior behind him. It really is very lovely. Elegant even in the simplicity of it. Biffy had really gone out of his way to make sure that the interior design is very classy indeed.]

For this month, I wish to offer a special on makeovers. This will include a hair styling, as well as a scalp massage and a facial. For those interested in cosmetics, I am pleased to say that I can provide makeup for this as well.

[He turns back to the screen.]

I look forward to your patronage at the Maison de la Lune. Thank you.

Maison de la Lune

[Sure enough Biffy is at his shop a lot more this month. (Please don't mind the evenings he isn't. He's probably down on the planet running with his mate.) And whenever he smells someone approach, he is there to greet them with a smell and an impeccable bow. Here in his shop he isn't a Communications Officer, he isn't an Alpha, he isn't a Lord. Here he is just the humble keeper of this salon who is ready to take care of his customer.

So it is with that bow that he will look up, that twinkle in his pretty blue eyes.]

Good evening. May I offer you some tea and you can tell me how I may serve you this evening?

pidge_out

[This might be the only time anyone will see Pidge looking so happy. And feeling the tiniest bit social. The latter of which is really only obvious because she actually made a post to the network in order to share some of her more interesting findings with the rest of the Fleet. There are practically stars in her eyes.

This may never happen again.

Pidge is basically giggling as she positions her comm somewhere it can get a good view of her and her pile of seeming-junk, then immediately hurries back over to join her pile. From here, it's very easy to see the little green mouse droid rolling around, attempting to nudge the junk into neater piles, and what looks like a floating green caterpillar with glowing cheeks coming over to bump gently against the side of Pidge's head. She doesn't seem to mind.]

Okay! So there is a lot of really cool stuff on this planet, and I'm pretty sure I can work with it all. Check this out-

[Still beaming, she crouches down by the pile and starts picking at some of the stuff she's found. She goes through them all methodically, picking one item up and raising it for the camera to see before giving a brief explanation of what it is and what she can use it for. She does this for a while, one by one, but eventually she stops when both the mouse droid and the caterpillar start nudging into her sides.]

Fine, I'll wrap it up. Just- If anyone has a tech project in mind, just let me know. I'm basically gonna be planetside for as long as we're here, I think. There's a lot of awesome potential around here!

abracafcku

Who: Taako
Broadcast: None
Action: First Breath, Planetside
When: 9/28

First Breath

1. Kitchen
[The Marsiva had become boring after the first day of having absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent the time trying to understand what was going on, and then decided napping was probably the best thing since he was stuck anyway. Which is why he was in the middle of a trance-like nap when the Atroma jingle went off and he exploded onto the First Breath's kitchen with confetti and questionable looking chocolate pudding cups.

Taako blinked, then dusted the confetti off his clothes and wizard's hat. The first thing he saw was the sad state of this kitchen, and Taako put his hands on his hips with a sigh.]

Is this seriously what they want me to work with?

2. Cargo: Salvage
[After settling into the crew, Taako immediately went out salvaging. Something about that seemed to be the right thing to do, so he is dragging bits of metal sheeting, wires, robot parts, and sacks full of gears and pieces into the cargo hold. The planet is basically made for looting, so he's doing his level best to loot the shit out of it. He also has a Mage Hand - an invisible force - carrying several lush looking throw pillows trimmed in various colored fringe and blankets.

When he comes onto the ship, when he sees someone in here, he immediately motions to them.]

You, person whose name I totally remember, go grab the rest of this, hm? I'm not exactly the brawn type.

Planetside

1. Shopping
[You cannot expect Taako to go to a world of literal shopping and not come back with all the craziest shit. But sadly, he does not have a lot of money since he is recently arrived and was not part of this cargo haul that apparently got some people money and others not so much. Which means Taako has to do what Taako does best and improvise.

And he's doing a goddamn God Tier job at it. He's getting new outfits pieced together from clothing crates lost to the dumps, he's getting new throw pillows, blankets, random knick-knacks, and he's trying to find some goddamn weapons just because how bitchin' would it be to roll around the galaxy with a pair of machine guns strapped to his back? Totally, that's how much.

But he still has no money, so he'll slide over to the closest person in the same store as him and smile.]

Hey there, thug, you wanna help me with something?

2. Arena - Locked to Lup
[He could fight here, but why go through the effort? It's so much easier to wait until he sees a good bet and then toss as much of the Charmed credit he's earned so far straight into it. If he loses? Oh well. If he wins? Hell yeah.

So the second he sees Lup enter the arena, he knows exactly what to do. He bets every single credit he's earned so far on her winning. He highly doubts anyone here could conquer her level of spellcasting and the utter destruction he has a feeling she's capable of doing. Most people here relied on melee combat and, well, wizards are made for smashing from afar. This is also a good way to check what she's capable of and she did not disappoint.

Once the battle is over, he waits down by the fighters' exit, leaning up against the wall with a pocket full of credits.]

Nice job, Destructo.

survivalistcookbook

Who: Eugene Woods
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: aboard the Starstruck immediately following
When: 9/28

[There's a popular sentiment, that it takes one to know one. And as far as broad strokes go, Eugene has to admit it's not entirely inaccurate. There's no substitute for experience. So when they swing into a new star system and find no evidence of anything but a salvage-based economy, full of pickers and souls chasing whatever temporary pleasures they can grasp at?

Not to get too teary-eyed, but it does feel a little like home.

It also means that he only needs a few days to really size up the place before he's on the network, broadcasting from his usual home base of the Starstruck's galley, a glint in his eye that speaks to him having an idea.]

Hello Drifters. I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice, but the theme of the month looks like it's going to be garbage picking. And while that looks like it'll be a great time, I think there might be room planetside for anyone who wants to help the hardworking population get a meal down and back to digging.

Put simply? This planet is getting a new food truck.

[Stupid? Oh yes. But he can make noodles for a fraction of what he can sell them at, and that's enough of a stepoff point for him.]

Anyone who wants in can give me a ring or swing by the Starstruck. And anyone else? Fleetmate discount if I see you down there.

survivalistcookbook

Who: Eugene Woods et al.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aboard the Starstruck
When: 8/4

[Action]

[Within a few minutes of waking up on the Marsiva, blearily patting around for his communicator, and scrolling through the most recent broadcasts from the fleet at large, Eugene has a pretty good idea of what's going on. For one, he's not on the ship he went to sleep on. Another thing, these are a whole heck of a lot of unfamiliar faces on the network suddenly. And he somehow doubts he got sucked into a different spacefaring reality show.]

[No lie. He does stare at the ceiling for awhile. Mutter some choice words at it, and the shower, and his large tray of food in the cafeteria. But there's no point in getting on a broadcast and yelling about it, when it's obvious he's stuck bobbing around the timeline of this place until they're done with him, so he waits out his time. When he's finally deposited on the bridge of the Starstruck, he's picking his way past pudding cups and confetti before the jingle's even done. He wants to get down to the kitchen and see what he has to work with. When he meets his crewmates over snacks, it's going to be on his terms.

Crepes, maybe. They have to have enough for crepes.]

[Broadcast]

[A few hours and several rounds of paper-thin pancakes later, Eugene figures he might as well pop onto the network. There are still some familiar faces around, after all. And he's pretty sure he might even owe a few of them pasta.]

Well, looks like it's time to introduce myself to the class.

[He's sitting at the galley table, arms folded, still faintly flour-speckled. Chance meetings and some decent, productive work have smoothed his resentment down to a rueful quirk that dogs at the corner of his mouth, sits tired around his eyes.]

I'm Eugene Woods. Formerly of Earth, though a significantly more zombie-infested Earth than most of you are hopefully familiar with. It looks like I'm the new cook here aboard the Starstruck, so if anyone has the inside angle on where I can source produce, seasonings, and meat, I'm all ears.

[Not all credits, unfortunately, but shh. Details.]

As for anyone I've already met-? Heh. [He gives a dry little smirk, sarcasm by way of feigned ego.] Just let me know where they've been holding my fan mail, okay?

imfine1111one

Who: Apollo and Whoever!
Broadcast: Yes, in A
Action: Yes!
When: AT SOME POINT

[A: ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES

Sent via radio broadcast only, but honestly, his voice is plenty recognizable.]

Um!! So has anyone else applied to those delivery jobs? If you haven't er. . .don't bother. I don't think it's normal to show up, and then just, hypothetically, have them shove a non descript paper bag of moss at you with a smudged address on an index card. T-that said! Does anyone know of any environmentally friendly ways to dispose of a large amount of rare moss? Asking for a friend.

[Should anyone want to bump into him, he's down on an asteroid, trying really hard to figure out where to hide this. Maybe tossing it at the back of a fast food joint?? Who the heck knows.]

[B: A BOY AND HIS ROCK

LAWYERS HAVE TO EAT and pay nonexistent bills, so after former Questionable Activity, Apollo decides to take on a less morally ambiguous job. Pet sitting!!

Except the client has left him in the care of just. A really big rock, roughly just below half his size. It even has a jeweled collar. And of course, the owner insisted that he walk it. So, should you be taking a stroll on the Meston asteroid, you may just spot Apollo, trying his best to push a rock down a sidewalk, or is sitting beside it, angrily staring at it. Why this, why him, always.]

Maybe I should have stuck with the delivery service.

survivalistcookbook

Who: Eugene Woods (

survivalistcookbook) and Stefan Salvatore (

stefanged)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: the Wonderduck
When: Now

( Points for creativity? )

norwaysown

Who: Signy Mallory and Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: Just after shuffle

[ Signy has paid the confetti and pudding no mind at all, and if the transportation was jarring, she’s still relieved to be somewhere else, with people around. With a view she can take in and maybe start to do something with. Her posture is pure military commander, and if she’s wearing rather and repaired clothes, there’s a Captain’s patch on her jacket. She looks mid thirties, other than her eyes and the silver-gray of her hair. She should really do something about that, since Norway isn’t part of Earth Company any longer. Then again, she’s not part of Norway at the moment.]

This is Signy Mallory. Formerly Captain of the Norway in the Merchanter’s Alliance. If there’s anyone here from Union or Mazian’s fleet, I’m sure we can find a way to get along.

[ It hurts to say ‘former’ more than she expected. Damn her pride, and, too, her worry for her crew. Di can handle it, of course, but until she believes why she’s been taken, there could easily be some greater threat that her abduction is a part of. ]

I have to say, from what I’ve seen of this fleet so far…I’m still waiting to be impressed.

I’m given to understand that the Atroma are controlling us. What resistance attempts have been made to date?

What other active threats are there?

maledictus_semper

Who: Ardyn Izunia and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Red Fish and Fleet Wide
When: Now

SS Red Fish:

Hello there, friends! Ardyn Izunia here to honour you all with his presence. How is everyone adapting to their new ships and prisons, hm? The food is quite distasteful I have found. A pity our charming hosts couldn't have used their imagination a little more to whip up something more....delectable.

[Please feel free to ignore this guy's rambling over the network. He loves to talk. As for those already on the SS RED FISH....you'll know this guy by now.]

Now, down to more serious matters. I address you fine people on this network to ask some rather important questions.

[He adjusted his fedora and composed himself slightly.]

During my last scuffle with another crew member I realised that my powers were limited somewhat. In fact, I could not use them to my full potential at all. Also, I bled for the first time in years. This is not supposed to happen. At all.

Tell me, does anyone else have magical powers and if so, have yours been handicapped in anyway now that you're here aboard these ships? I am certain that or hosts are capping our powers so that we do not destroy each other or their fleet. If someone will enlighten me on this I will be very grateful. I may even reward you.

[Don't take too much notice of that. This guy is a liar and a good one at that.]

Another question and this is to our captors, our alien friends, or captains or whomever they might be.

What technology is being used to power these ships and how are new ships just created to quickly to accommodate new crew members? I find it astounding that such feats of engineering can be accomplished in such a short length of time. It's almost impossible.

I, myself, use a technology back home known as Magitek. Some of you out there might know what I am referring to.

[As in Luna, Noct and Ignis. You hate his Magitek soldiers, don't you?]

Kitchen:

[Those who might be wandering around on the SS RED FISH might find themselves in the kitchen area, where Ardyn is currently tasting all the different gels. His faces are dictating which he likes more and which he downright hates. Feel free to come and pester him at your will.]

Disgusting. I wouldn't feed this one to my dog. If I had one.

[Umbra. How could he forget?]

Engine Room:

[Now, this is a room that the Chancellor is interested in a lot. The engines. The power of the ship. The heart of the beast. Ardyn slid his hand along one of the humming walls and smiled. He could almost taste it's power. He was curious as to what drove the engines.]

Such technology. Who designed you, hm? I wonder how you'd fare up against my Magitek engines back home.

[Picking up a tool from the ground, he rolled it over in his hand a few times just thinking. If you happen upon him in the engine room he'd be in deep thought.]

Med/Science Lab:

Well now, what do we have here?

[Ardyn was enjoying his self-guided tour aboard the SS RED FISH and was now in the medical bay it seemed. This is where all the science and first aid happened. He sat on one of the beds and placed his arms behind his head, relaxing somewhat. If anyone walked in right now they'd find him sprawled out on one of the med beds like a king. How fitting...]

survivalistcookbook

Who: Eugene et al
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Wonderduck and the Iskaulit
When: Backdated to Wednesday, 3/29

action - Wonderduck

[This time, it isn't a cloud of confetti and an unfamiliar deck. Eugene wakes up in his bunk, the same as he does every what-passes-for-morning-in-space, leg off and leaning against the side of his bunk, iPod alongside his pillow. But something feels off, off-balance like adjusting to a new crutch or being too cold, and it takes a bewildered flit through his communications device to see that he has apparently been out for weeks.

Eventually, he overcomes the jittery, dark feeling and ascends to the ship proper, retreating straight to the kitchen and setting to making something to eat. He makes extra by force of habit, and any crewmates who pop in will find a savory noodle dish in the works, the cook focused on chopping and mixing and seasoning various topping mixtures.

Food first. Then he can figure everything else out.]

action - Iskaulit

[As it turns out, he can only cook for so long. The Marsiva isn't appreciably different, but he does take a few laps around it just to be sure. It feels good to get moving a little, anyway, and given that he's not fond of the options of submersion-testing his prosthetic or trying to figure out his individual wetsuit-and-flippers situation, he prefers spending awhile here in the garden or there in the library, even poking his head into the Interfaith Center once he's settled enough.]

geonomy

Who: Clay Terran and the Merry Fleet
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Blue Nebula Museum
When: Today!

[Okay, out of all the planets and stations and everything that they've been to? This is, by far, Clay's favorite.

He's in the Blue Nebula Museum, though the camera doesn't show him at first. Instead, it shows one of the many views from the deck, where several nebulae can be seen, all of them within different ranges and distances from each other. The camera shakes a little, and there's an excited noise before the feed stops.

Then it starts up again, this time from a different deck. There's more nebulae from here, and that excited noise from before turns into an ecstatic little laugh as he turns the camera back around, showing his happy face before he turns it once more to look at the nebulae again.]

Are you guys seeing these things?!

I've never seen so many nebulae within viewing distance, and there's even more when you look through the telescope! Do you guys know what this means? Do you know just where we are?

We're in the middle of the deaths and rebirths of stars!

Have you heard the whole legend of the phoenix, where when a phoenix dies, another one rises from its ashes? Stars are just like that! When a star dies, it becomes a nebula just like this, and then a new star, or even several thousand stars are born within it! This whole process takes millions of years, so we're not going to see any stars form here, but the fact that we're seeing all this is incredible!

And we're at the perfect spot for this: close enough to see them with the naked eye, but not enough to be near the awesome forces within it! Inside a nebula is a constant source of pressure, because stars are formed by the force of gravity compressing the light atoms in the nebula until they start to fuse together. This causes an outward, nuclear radiation that can eat away at other protostars trying to form within the nebula, so their newborn lives are just as perilous as the ones we know! If they can survive all this, they can even form planets! So right now, we're looking at a star nursery that was formed from the ashes of another star!

It's a miracle that we survived being inside one for as long as we did, because – just imagine all these forces being like a violent storm on the ocean, only multiplied by the thousands. Isn't it amazing?! We get to see these without worrying about our lives or anything like that! These are the closest I've ever seen them, though I'm still trying to calculate just by how much, but - from this distance, the magnitude of what we're seeing really is incredible!

And did you know all the colors mean something, too? They all indicate what the dying star was made out of! A nebula is a cloud of gas and dust from the previous star, emitting their own or reflecting light from other nearby stars, which makes the colors appear! Red is from the hydrogen, green is from the oxygen, and when they reflect light, which means that the nebula is primarily made of dust, the red light goes through while the blue light gets scattered, so that's why they look blue! And –

[And he'll likely go on and on like this. For anyone who's actually in the museum, Clay can be seen going from deck to deck, looking at the nebulae with awe and furiously writing notes as he looks through the telescopes. Astronomer at work here, proceed with caution!]

mucked

Who: Peggy Carter & YOU
Broadcast: Y, fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Starstruck, if you like.
When: Today.

[ a video feed flickers to life, and fights for a moment to adequately focus on its subject. peggy carter sits in the kitchen aboard the starstruck, cup of tea and her elbow and half a biscuit in her hand. dabbing at crumbs, she sets her food aside and offers the network a bright smile. ]

That message -- the ominous one, in the bizarre language? It put me in mind of the sort of cryptograms and puzzles you might see in the Sunday paper. [ her expression is cheery enough, although she's not being wholly honest about her interest in such games. she won't be the one to say the words bletchley and park.] I loved them. Them, and crosswords. I thought maybe some of you might like them, too. [ ... ] We could do a few together. I'm not saying we all join a club, exactly, but back home they were always better solved in good company.

Let's start you off with one that's easy enough. But there's no shame in needing a hint, if needed. For what it's worth, the text I'm attaching is, in its deciphered form, English -- not yet certain how the augments' translation will handle it. We'll see.

BLSTKBC YLBSFKGISRX XL QIYT SL SFVBWIKAKJR STR QKBZ VX V XSRVZU EIFELXR — V ELKBS LB OTKYT STR XLIA QVU NKM KSX KBSRAARYSIVA RUR.

[ -- and then an afterthought: ]

...By chance, has anyone been brewing their own beer?

forsometimenow

Who: Jennifer Keller and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck, or elsewhere if you want to take it there
When: November 6th

[When the feed clicks on without any intervention, as Atroma-made devices are wont to do, Jennifer's still asleep. However, it's but a few moments before she wakes, giving a gasp and looking around for a moment, confused, before it sinks in, and she lets out a moan of frustration.]

Goddamnit. [Then, realizing her communicator is turned on, she grabs it and turns it off, with a long-suffering sigh.

After talking to Beverly, Jennifer takes some time to check out her ship and its crew, making sure things are the same as they were when she went to sleep- for she'd gone home for a while, and been kept busy. Satisfied that nothing major had happened in her absence, when Jennifer makes a deliberate broadcast, this time she's holding up a new sponsor gift- a gray jacket with yellow stripes and a black leather jacket, replicas of her uniform from home. Except the Atlantis logo reads ATLANTA, and the pegasus has been replaced by a unicorn, and the yellow stripes on her jacket are very... neon.]

Now that I'm awake again, anybody want to start a sports team called the Atlanta Unicorns? Atroma was kind enough to welcome me back with these, and it struck me as a very good team name. Thanks, sponsors, you're the best.

[The sarcasm is laid on pretty thick.]

forsometimenow

Who: Jennifer Keller and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck if you wish
When: October 10th

Hello, everyone- for those who haven't met me, I'm Dr. Jennifer Keller of the Wonderduck. Given how the Fleet is a little short on medical personnel right now, I'd like to remind everyone that I offer basic first aid lessons if you're interested. Also, given that there's talk on the waystation about ships having a tendency to crash into the planet's surface and how the Fleet's instruments got scrambled briefly on approach... now might be a good time to make sure your ship's medbays are well-stocked. If you don't have one, I can help you assemble supply kits. There should be some kits on the Iskaulit as well.

[She takes a deep breath before smiling.]

I know we're all eager to explore, but... be sensible, please. I AM here to patch you up if need be, but being cautious never hurt anyone.

sansseraph

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

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Fourteenth Gate [Video]

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