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Who: Crew of the First Breath
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Ship Mingle!
When: September!

[There have been a few crew changes aboard the First Breath, which has meant Furiosa is kept busy getting to know her new shipmates. She may not be the most verbose person but she makes herself available, in between working on her prosthetic, and upgrading the ship where she can.]

[Meet, mingle, have adventures, play hide and seek in the cargo bay, what have you. This is the place to get to know your crew!]

snakeharmer

Who: Indiana Jones and cool people
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Any other newcomers on the big'un
When: Now.

[Thanks to his prior conversation with one Peggy Carter, Indiana has at least a slight grasp on the situation. Now that he does, there's nothing for it but to make contact with his fellow 'passengers'. After all, there might be some slim chance he'll encounter someone he knows. Failing that, answers will do just as well.]

I've seen a lot of spooky and strange things in my time, but a fleet drifting through space is a first. [Though he's reminded of that 'job' in Roswell only a few months ago. Hardly a pleasant memory.] My name is Indiana Jones, I'm a Professor of Archaeology -- not that there's much call for it up here. I'll take any volunteers eager to fill me in on the situation.

[He stares at the communicator a bit longer, scratches at his stubbled chin, and decides to ask the inevitable.]

Just tell me it's not the Soviets. [Because dammit, he's retired from the spy business.]

mucked

Who: Peggy Carter and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Y, for any other newcomers between now and the Shuffle.
When: This Week.

[ let us not dwell too long upon the awkward silences and humiliating nascent moments of agent carter's awakening. let it only be said that she woke with a start (despite the afforded comfort) and the broadcast didn't quite zoom in close enough to adequately witness the depth of her horror when she first raised a tentative hand to her forehead only to find an empty glass vial still sitting there. steve's blood had been poured away: returned to his native lands by way of the east river. both guilty and triumphant, she pockets the vial in her blazer and tells herself it's a problem for another time. after all--- ]

Bollocks. [ mistaking herself for a person alone, she swears. loudly and colourfully as she crosses the bay and knocks her knuckles against the too-intact viewing window separating herself from the rest of creation -- and no familiar blue-and-green marble in sight. peggy swears again: bollocks, damnit, and hell. unable to peer into the void for much longer, she turns her back on oblivion and is confronted once more with the too-sterile hospitality deck. she may be a tidy and precise sort of woman, but this much tidiness and precision makes her stomach turn. where is the stink of new york? the heat? the mess? the humanity?

feeling charged with purpose, she springs into (moderate) action. feeling alarmingly comfortable with technology she swears she's never seen before, she plays her fingers across a panel she doesn't know will connect her to the rest of a whol damned fleet -- but she's left with the burning certainty that it'll connect her with someone. imperiously: ]

I would speak with the individual -- or individuals -- in charge of this operation. Believe me when I stress there is a whole bloody cavalcade of laws, both domestic and international, you're breaking by holding me here. I demand to...

[ some of the fire floods from her belly. a little desperate, she changes tactics: ] Is anyone there? Hello?

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