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[personal profile] pneumo
Who: Sascha
Broadcast: Audio
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit
When: Few days after that partay

[ So while the party was great and all and Sascha had an amazing time, talking and actually getting to dance with a few people, it seems as though his happy days are at an end. Because only a few days after the fun of the party there's an ache in his jaw. Kind of like an itch, but sore; and while he ignores it the first "day" (his night), by the time he wakes up at 'sundown' it's a full-blown throb of discomfort, accompanied by the need to chew on everything.

And a spike in his appetite. Which is why, although he usually only replies to network posts, Sascha decides to make one of his own. To complain. ]


My...teeth...huuuuurt. [ Or whine. Whichever, really. ] And I'm hungry. I want meat--meaaaaattttttt...!

[ BITCH BITCH BITCH etc. ]

For those on the Iskaulit and Bloodsport however )
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[personal profile] bastardmonk
Who: Sanzo and You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Three Twins, sure
When: Now I guess

[ Video ]

[ Hello, flooters! You may think this is just an unintentional feed, what with it opening up on a very boring ceiling. There's a big plume of smoke, and then the camera shakes and a very impassive Sanzo shows up. ]

Alright. I've been here too damn long, and shit just keeps getting weirder. So it's time for a little interrogation. [ He pauses, drawing on his cigarette. How the hell has he not run out of these things, yet? ] What's the worst-case scenario in shit I have to deal with? Do these Atroma take us anyplace decent, or are they all shitholes in the middle of goddamn nowhere?
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[personal profile] hitbyakar
Who: Lisa Lisa & you!
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide
Action: Nah
When: This morning!

[ Lisa Lisa isn't really huge on the whole network thing. At least, actually using it to communicate much. But she does read it often, as it's an undoubtedly useful source of information at times. And she's noticed that more often than not, if a question is asked, many people will answer candidly, so it's time to ask a question. ]

Who is your greatest enemy?

And why?
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[personal profile] nostraightlines
Who: Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck, if you want to come and find him
When: soon after the shuffle!

[ To say that Ramse is displeased is an understatement. This is the second time he's been yanked from one world to another, and where the first was actually an improvement, this second place is... not. Outerspace. Really. Really?! They don't even have space travel in his time, though he knows that in the past people made it as far as the moon. Nothing like this. His outrage at being taken is the overwhelming thing, though. He was happy in Eudio, where there was food and people he cared for. They told him they were sending him home (something he already had mixed feelings about) and instead he's here. Having to learn a new way of life all over again and excuse me it's being watched?

He's found the armory and the clothes in his bunk room, at least, so now he's dressed and armed. He sits in the cold empty space while he fiddles with the communicator. It turns out to be easy to use, and when he makes a broadcast his voice is deep and grumbly. Someone's sooooo cranky. ]


So let me get this straight, I'm new and might not have understood. We're here... to be entertainment. Not to save the world, not to help with a war, not to do anything productive at all.

Yeah. How do we leave?
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[personal profile] shockput
Who: The SS Caprine and visitors.
Broadcast: None.
Action: The Caprine.
When: All throughout the month.

[ get in losers it's a mingle!! ]
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[personal profile] nedstarksbastard
Who: SS Three Twins crew and visitors!
Broadcast: no?
Action: Three Twins
When: NOW NOW RIGHT NOW

[so what's all this about a nudist ship???]
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[personal profile] bastardmonk
Who: Sanzo & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: 1/13/16

[ Something's not right. Awareness comes swiftly, though he takes a moment to get his bearings before opening his eyes. One thing Sanzo is acutely aware of is the lack of pain. Unless he's managed to pass out for a solid week, there was no way-- not after him.

Ukoku Sanzo. God, they're so vastly out-classed by that crow bastard it's laughable.

Managing to look around, he doesn't recognize anything. The surroundings are too industrial. He's up immediately, reaching for his gun. ]


..Dammit.

[ Wherever he is, he's been disarmed. He listens attentively for a moment, though he doesn't hear any kind of activity. Joke's on them, he doesn't need his gun to deal damage. After he's had a look around, he ends up in the hospitality bay, face-to-face with an endless sea of stars. His brow furrows, mouth tipping into a deep scowl.

What the hell is this? It's not nothingness, so it's not as if his existence has actually been erased. And there's no way in hell that this is the heaven. Not that he'd want anything the gods had to give him, anyway. He'd rather rot in the ground and get some goddamn rest. ]


[ After he's positive this isn't some sort of trick, Sanzo wanders back to the cot he'd woken up on, noticing the communicator. With a bit of fiddling, he manages to turn it on and make a broadcast. ]

Whoever the hell decided this was a good idea, you made a big goddamn mistake.

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