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Who: Crew of and any visitors aboard the SS Bishop
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The SS Bishop of course!
When: All day, every day- in March, at least.

[Get your minimum daily interaction with the people you're forced to live with, then hide from them! Eat delicious protein paste! Stare at the bulkheads! The possibilities are endless!]

perfecting

Who: Nancy Wheeler + you!
Broadcast: no
Action: heron, iskaulit
When: all through march.

( ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ )

tallasaking

[Does Tyrion look angry? Oh good. Because he is. He is unbelievably angry and that radiates from his small frame like an aura. Try closer to furious, ready to do bodily harm to others. It perhaps does not help that he has surrounded himself by his many, many weapons and looks like he will go to any ship and use them.

His tone is terse.]

I would like to welcome to the Fleet my brother and sister, Jaime and Cersei Lannister. They are out there, somewhere, amongst us all. For those of you who are close to me -- you know who these people are. To those from Westeros, here is your warning. For my brother and sister ...

[The smile on his face would have done Tywin Lannister proud.]

If you think about crossing me - if you think about going after any of my real family here, I will first verbally destroy you. If you cross me again ...

[He gestured to everything around him.]

Now now, sweet siblings. I know your tricks. I know all your dirty little secrets. I know everything, where every literal and figurative body is buried. So simply ... do not. If you feel the need to confront me - I have at least half a dozen friends who will gladly assist me in shoving you out through an airlock.

[His lips curve into a snarl.]

Which I might just do anyways.

[And he jams his finger down, ending the feed.]

kill_switch

Who: Furiosa & Gemini
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck
When: Today

[Furiosa could never quite tell what was going to trigger a hallucination; they seemed to occur without provocation that she could tell, and last anywhere from a flash of a moment to a few minutes (although they could almost feel like an eternity, either way). Sometimes, it was one simple, single thing from her past; an overwhelming smell of oil and gunpowder, the sound of wind over sand, or the feeling of a harsh sun at her back. Sometimes, as she found sitting with Max, people from her past would find their ways into the people of her present.]

[Those were the ones that were hardest to pull herself out of. It was so easy to lose herself in the memory of the person, become enveloped by the feelings associated with them. As such, she made it a point to keep away from people as much as possible. She spent most of her time resting in Max's quarters (or rather, storage area), and venturing out only for necessities. It wasn't a particularly stimulating existance, but she told herself it was temporary, and the less she ran into people the less chance of loosing herself to her past.]

[But, it's a small ship with its own crew and it's only a matter of time before the inevitable happens and she runs into someone else.]

leftonjakku

Who: Rey
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A, though if you really want to, she's on the Bloodsport.
When: Thursday night.

What's your experience with relationships? Do you take them seriously or are they just for fun? What about ~~sex~~intimacy?

I've never really had anyone to talk to about these things. I'm nineteen and I feel like I should know more than I do.

[Why can't she make this private? Her face is burning and she rolls onto her side to hide her face against her pillows for a moment.]

I don't think watching desert animals courting and mating prepares me for anything.

[And she really doesn't like being ill-informed.]

choseviolence

Who: Cersei Lannister
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: February [Glitches will pop up at SOME point I'm sure...If you don't want one, let me know]

A. A Shiny Promotion | Video
[She's in her cabin and, despite the small size of everything in here—truly, who could live like this—Cersei actually looks slightly pleased. For those who know her, a genuine smile is rare for her. Perhaps it's because of what's in her hand; perhaps it's because she doesn't quite know she's being video taped right now.

For all the knowledge she's been given to help her assimilate, she's still fumbling a bit with the technology itself. Besides, the girl who has never even heard of the electric light is now flying through space. Anyone would have a bit of a culture shock.]

Captain...

[The word is said like a whisper. There's nothing to be lost in translation here whatsoever. She knows it's a title and a position of power to be sure. But what's all the more amazing is that it was bestowed upon her. A woman.]

If only Father could see this.

[The smile that graces her face is not quite cruel but the genuine tinge has left it. It's not that she'll be going crazy (yet) or anything quite so sinister as that. But more the fact that she wishes he were still alive—if only so he could see her rise to such a position of prominence. Thirty years in Westeros and she couldn't accomplish such a feat under his thumb. Maybe the future isn't so bad after all.]

B. Moving Day! | Action on board
[She wasn't so vain as to hope that her recent promotion would come with better living arrangements... well, she's exactly that vain. She looked. And she found the door labeled 'Captain' and she is most certainly moving.

It isn't that she has gathered a lot of possessions here in her short time aboard, but there are still things to move and, well, who does that whole heavy lifting thing?

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 ]

lord_wizard

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: Feb. Drift Week (and beyond?)

[The fleet, more or less patched up after their battle, has once again left civilization behind for empty space. Maybe it's a good time to distract yourself and get away from the endless repairs and nothingness, though there might still be cleaning up that needs to be done here too.

Whether you're grabbing a broom or grabbing a drink, this is a fleetwide mingle for the Iskaulit.]

reflectedblight

Who: EVERYONE
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On Solace
When: Second half of January

[Start your own headers, fix ships, buy stuff, get on those hoverboards, whatever!]

thespaceopera

[The First Battle]

[They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.

The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.

If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.

Spare parts have to come from somewhere.

Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]

[A Few Hours Later]

[The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…

The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.

They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.

Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.

The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.

Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]

[Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]

collegedropout

Who: Sam Winchester and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A (unless you want it)
When: Now!

Hey guys. Sorry to prod, but - I noticed there were some... strange readings here in communications when I was scanning the area. Blips, signatures from something out there in that nebula just beyond us. Just wondering if anyone else had been noticing those; not sure what they are, but maybe they're just... I don't know. Ships making their way out here to visit the hotel? I can't really tell much other than they're reading on the radar. Keep me updated if you get anything on that. Just in case.

For everyone else who'd rather not be technologically savvy or deal with science or concerning blips - um.

I don't know, I like to pass the time while I'm working on random crap. But what to play out... Hmm.

'Never Have I Ever' is... Nah, that's just gonna earn me dirty replies.

How about 'Would you Rather'? Always a hit in a moving vehicle that still has another eight hours on the road.

Like...

Would you rather have a nest of spiders explode above your head, or fall in a hole full of snakes?

[SAM THESE ARE TERRIBLE EXAMPLES???]

per_audacia_ad_astra

Who: Bishop and Visitors!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Bishop
When: Throughout January!

[Here lies your mingle for Bishop and friends!]

tallasaking

[Tyrion has looked better, truth be told. His mis-matched eyes were distant, sad, and a little red-rimmed. Winn's bottle of wine was open at his elbow, half empty, but it appeared that he had slowed down his consumption from the last time people saw him endulge.

Voice quiet, but steady, he spoke directly into the camera.]

For those who have, or have not been paying attention ... Daenyrs Stormborn Targaryan has gone home. Drogon, I believe, has gone with her.

[With that, he clicks off the feed. Fzzzzzt. Silence.]

reek

Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: January 1. Happy New Year?

[ The man who appears on the screen is a pitiful sight indeed. He’s has a gaunt, tired face, framed by brittle white hair, and looks as if he hasn’t eaten a good meal in months.

This is clearly a man with one foot in the grave, and is altogether unfamiliar—until he speaks. ]

My name is Theon. Theon Greyjoy.

[ You have to remember your name, he thinks as he chuckles dryly, a ghastly smile breaking across his face. His teeth are showing his teeth to be a painful, splintered mess; a far cry from the charming grin that’s become Theon Greyjoy’s trademark. He’s skin and bones and appears as if he’s aged ten years, though no more than a single year has passed for him. ]

You won’t recognize me, but I’ll recognize all of you. I will.

[ He still sees their faces clearly; those from his own world, his crewmates, and those he’s met from other ships. He remembers how this works. He may be addled, driven half mad by the horrific things he’s gone through, but his mind and memory both still work. His voice is hoarse, less commanding than it once was, and he seems to be teetering somewhere between laughter and tears with each word, but he’s holding it together none the less. It could be worse; it could always be worse. ]

Perhaps Atroma should have reconsidered bringing me back.

[ He chortles, gesturing to his skeletal appearance. He looks awful, nothing like the handsome young man he once was, but at least he can joke about it, right? What can he do to change it now? ]

They’ll only lose their audience when they see me. Do you regret it now, Atroma? I was of use to you before. [ Another laugh, something closer to a giggle. ] You’ve only harmed yourself, but not me. There’s little left that you can do to harm me.

[Paisley]

[ And for all crew and visitors on the Paisley, this new Theon can be found in the armory. It’s silent, free from the sounds of what used to be his near-daily target practice. He isn’t even looking at the weaponry. Instead, he’s seated himself at the desk, staring at his hands. A quick glance will show that they’ve been mangled just as badly as his teeth. Three fingers have been removed, one from the left and two from the right, leaving nothing but nubs.

He knows he’ll never be able to pull a bowstring again. ]

universal_charm

Who: Kirk + The Good People of the Fleet
Broadcast: Part 1, Yes
Action: Part 2, Yes
When: Monday for the Video, Saturday for the Action

Broadcast
_{[ Kirk appears on the screen, waving to everyone and smiling. ]}

Hello everyone. I know this is rather sudden, but this Saturday I've rented out a space in the Hotel to hold a Holiday Party for the Fleet. It seems that a lot of worlds have celebrations around this time of year, and I thought it would be nice for us all to get together and share them, and just be able to enjoy each other's company in a space that feels less like a sardine can. Even if you don't celebrate anything, please come and grace us with your company.

The party will start at 7, but by all means come as you can. There will be a buffet and a bar - please get yourself a hotel room and not use the shuttles to go home if you do drink, by the way.

So come out and enjoy yourselves. I hope to see you there.

Saturday - The Party
_{[ The party is held in a large and spacious club-like space, but it is well lit and there is a mix of small tables and an open area for dancing set up. Music drifts over some speakers, with a pre-selected list already programmed in, and not so loud that one couldn't talk to your neighbor, but loud enough to sway to the beat if you desired. The space is decorated in tones of white and gold, a touch of festivity without really nodding towards any one particular celebration.

A bar is staffed by two of the hotel bar tenders and alcohol is plentifully stocked along with non-alcoholic choices. The buffet ran along one wall, piled with meats, vegetables, fruits, and sweets - everything to suit anyone who might come.

It's time to party everyone! ]}

thespaceopera

Who: The Fleet!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

a wheel-shaped space station

[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.

It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.

Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.

In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]

[>> Plot Post]

stretchy_girl

Who: Gemini & Charles Xavier. Open to any Heron crew who drop by.
Broadcast: Partial Audio
Action: SS Heron
When: 06/12

[There's a sad faced child sitting in a corner of the Heron's cargo bay. He's wearing the ship standard uniform and looks more than a little forlorn, although appearances as ever when it comes to Gemini are very deceptive. Nope, no shapeshifting assassins here, just a poor innocent child in need of help.]

[Private Audio To Charles Xavier]

Mister I'm here on your ship, you said I could come over and that you could help me.

touchallthebooks

Who: Khadgar
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Dec. 1st.

[video]

[His cloak is missing, that's the first thing he notices. And it annoys him, that was a good cloak, very comfortable, very warm. The next thing he remember is that he had just killed the Guardian, which makes him roll onto the floor in a panic (knocking the communicator down and on) and try to find a mirror to double check his eyes.

Once he's reassured that there's no green glow lingering, he heaves a sigh of relief. And turns his focus to the communicator. Which... he knows how it works? And picks it up.]

I can't be here. I have things to do, people depending on me! [Kind of.] There's a war and-

I need to get back to my friends! They need me!

[action]

[He wanders because of course he does. Khadgar has found himself in a strange place, subject to the whims of whoever or whatever was responsible for his and everyone else being there. He wanted to know whatever he can, carefully keeping a couple spells at the edge of his thoughts in case someone tries to attack him.

Eventually he stops to take in the view of the stars, somehow looking much younger than he really is as he looks out. And suddenly feeling very small.]

arcanepower

Who: Belthazar and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Bishop.
When: 12/1, evening.

[video;]

[Much like before-- over a year ago, now-- Belthazar wakes up in a daze. He feels cold all over, a little sick, and he realizes that he's actually felt this before. There's a nice coating of dust all over his room, and an unexpected gift of red clothes folded at the end of his bed. It's... what he was wearing. A gift from Adrasteius, after...

... Ah, his memories are all scrambled again. He wonders how many years it's been this time.

He moves to put on his normal undershirt, but it seems tighter than he remembers, and the sleeves are shorter by a few inches, which makes the wrist-covering part look stupid. It is with great reluctance that he flips on the video feed, still sporting the same bedhead as before.]

According to my communicator, I've only been asleep for about a week... but I can tell you that it felt far, far longer. I apologize for completely missing the feast I had planned. It appears I was sent back home again.

[He clears his throat.]

Also, if-- if anyone has any skill at sewing or altering clothing, I could use a little help. The robes Kirian made me do not fit anymore.

outstandingbalance

Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Fleedwide
Action: Iskaulit to start with
When: 16 Nov

Video

[The broadcast is brief and obviously accidental. A young girl's face appears on screen, confused and tense, then almost at once her brows draw down and together in an intense frown. Her expression is dark and thoughtful as the feed shakes, then cuts out entirely.

For those paying attention, the corridors off the Islaulit can be identified behind her before the transmission ends.]

Action

[When she wakes up, a young Natasha finds herself in what appears to be a small dance studio. Unfamiliar, but not too shocking. The mirror, the barre, the wood flooring, are all things she's accustomed to. It isn't where she expects to be, but it is somewhere she would expect to wake up in a general sense, in a general way.

Waking up somewhere strange isn't completely shocking either.

It's not until she ventures out into the rest of the Iskaulit that she starts feeling out of her depth. She can't place where she is, even where she might be. There's no outside. The structures are nothing like she's scene before. The computers are completely alien to her. The people are worse. She avoids them, of course. At least at first. Sneaking through shadows and hidden corners, in ducts if she's lucky enough to find access. She observes what she can, trying to work together the situation as she can, applying what training she can. But how much she can do is limited.

Tiny spy is out of her depth.

Which is what forces her to come out of hiding. (Maybe that was the point?)

When she finally lets herself be approached, she's already determined to put on a lost, scared face. It's for the best. That way people will underestimate her. Trust her more. It's a good plan.

The expression might not be entirely fake, though, and she can't entirely hide her suspicious skittishness. The end effect isn't entirely unlike a stray cat begging for food.]

((OOC: Augment glitch? Come play with smol murder ballerina.))

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