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Paladin's Pantry: Valentines Day Special!
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legs4daysWho: Lance, Hunk, and you!
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: SS Heron
When: NOW!
( If can't summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine. )
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: SS Heron
When: NOW!
( If can't summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine. )
I'm still me?
Jan. 24th, 2018 03:57 pmlegs4daysWho: Hunk and you
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Heron, Selvin-9
When: Backdated to start of January
[SS Heron]
[The yellow paladin sat hunched over on the edge of his bunk, staring pensively at the little stuff yellow lion Shiro had given him. Ever since he woke up form his coma, Hunk couldn't shake this deep seeded unease he felt in his gut. Why was he the only one that got felt behind? He had the same memories just like the other paladins when they returned. But... were they real? They felt real.
His hand reflexively reached up to brush behind his ear where he could feel the little bump of raised skin. That stupid implant... For all he knew all his knew 'memories' were uploaded. That still begged the question of why. What was even real anymore? Was he... real? I mean, Hunk could totally see who ever is pulling the strings here doing something like that for the 'entertainment value'. Hunk shuttered at that thought. But... He felt like himself, mostly. Sure, even if he was a weird clone thingy... how could he really tell? Man! This must be how Shiro feels. This sucks.
Petting the soft fur of the stuffed lion, Hunk placed it back on the little cove by his bunk. He needed to get out of this room for a while and away from his own thoughts. Pulling himself up, Hunk exited his room to pace the corridors. Eventually his feet carried him to the ship's kitchen. Since he was here, might as well grab a snack.]
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[Selvin-9 - Shopping]
[Sitting around The SS Heron stewing in his thoughts wasn't doing himself any favors. Hunk hoped a shuttle to do a little shopping to spread his legs and breath air that wasn't recycled. And oh boy, coming down to visit turned out the be the best decision he's made. The snow. It tastes like marshmallows. Oh man, could he cook with it? He had to try. This had to be, hands down, the best planet he's been too thus far. Though to be fair, anything beat cannibals.
Wondering down the lane of shops admiring their wares, Hunk totally forgot about his little existential crises he was having. Like always, there was new things to see and explore. But what caught his eye the most was the shop glittering with small little bottles of snow. Okay, new mission. Buy all the snow. He has to taste all of them. Hunk paused to eye them lustfully.]
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Heron, Selvin-9
When: Backdated to start of January
[SS Heron]
[The yellow paladin sat hunched over on the edge of his bunk, staring pensively at the little stuff yellow lion Shiro had given him. Ever since he woke up form his coma, Hunk couldn't shake this deep seeded unease he felt in his gut. Why was he the only one that got felt behind? He had the same memories just like the other paladins when they returned. But... were they real? They felt real.
His hand reflexively reached up to brush behind his ear where he could feel the little bump of raised skin. That stupid implant... For all he knew all his knew 'memories' were uploaded. That still begged the question of why. What was even real anymore? Was he... real? I mean, Hunk could totally see who ever is pulling the strings here doing something like that for the 'entertainment value'. Hunk shuttered at that thought. But... He felt like himself, mostly. Sure, even if he was a weird clone thingy... how could he really tell? Man! This must be how Shiro feels. This sucks.
Petting the soft fur of the stuffed lion, Hunk placed it back on the little cove by his bunk. He needed to get out of this room for a while and away from his own thoughts. Pulling himself up, Hunk exited his room to pace the corridors. Eventually his feet carried him to the ship's kitchen. Since he was here, might as well grab a snack.]
----
[Selvin-9 - Shopping]
[Sitting around The SS Heron stewing in his thoughts wasn't doing himself any favors. Hunk hoped a shuttle to do a little shopping to spread his legs and breath air that wasn't recycled. And oh boy, coming down to visit turned out the be the best decision he's made. The snow. It tastes like marshmallows. Oh man, could he cook with it? He had to try. This had to be, hands down, the best planet he's been too thus far. Though to be fair, anything beat cannibals.
Wondering down the lane of shops admiring their wares, Hunk totally forgot about his little existential crises he was having. Like always, there was new things to see and explore. But what caught his eye the most was the shop glittering with small little bottles of snow. Okay, new mission. Buy all the snow. He has to taste all of them. Hunk paused to eye them lustfully.]
Intro post!
Jan. 13th, 2018 07:20 pmbeneathmoonlightWho: Atsushi and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Blameless+visitors
When: 1/13/18
[Waking up on the Marsiva had been enough of a shock, like, what??? Why was he suddenly in space?? Like it was kinda cool too, but what?? Then, just when Atsushi was staring to get comfortable and settled in, he'd been mysteriously transported to what he assumes is another ship, and now he's as confused as ever.
With confetti stuck in his oddly cut hair, Atsushi notices the free pudding like stuff first, but for once in his life, he's more concerned with where he is than food.]
Um...is...anyone listening? This is Atsushi Nakajima...and I have no idea where I am...I just came from the Marsiva, actually...
Broadcast: Video
Action: Aboard the Blameless+visitors
When: 1/13/18
[Waking up on the Marsiva had been enough of a shock, like, what??? Why was he suddenly in space?? Like it was kinda cool too, but what?? Then, just when Atsushi was staring to get comfortable and settled in, he'd been mysteriously transported to what he assumes is another ship, and now he's as confused as ever.
With confetti stuck in his oddly cut hair, Atsushi notices the free pudding like stuff first, but for once in his life, he's more concerned with where he is than food.]
Um...is...anyone listening? This is Atsushi Nakajima...and I have no idea where I am...I just came from the Marsiva, actually...
Canon... BACKdate???
Jan. 12th, 2018 12:28 amtempredmentalWho: Keith, OTA
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit (he's not allowed on the planet without adult supervision, but someone could bring him!)
When: The rest of January
Huntress
[O HAI THAR. There was suddenly a small child on the ship. A child that apparently had access to sharp objects that normally belonged to the ship's pilot... and was also a-okay with using them! Or carrying them around, at least. He woke up one morning in the body of a 9-year-old, and he's kind of at that mentality, too. Though, he was aware of things enough that it hadn't been a shock for him to wake up in a strange place. His memories were intact.]
=====
Iskaulit
[Keith might not be able to get himself to the planet, but he could get to the Iskaulit! He was stuffing himself on mac and cheese at the Melting Pot, or trying to figure out how he could use the punching bag in the gym without it knocking him over at his tiny size, or he was swimming in the pool. He could sometimes be found in the Lion's Den, Team Voltron's not-so-secret hideout on the ship in an old office near the main area.]
=====
Wildcard
[If he was with an adult, Keith was okay going to the planet's surface. Frankly, he probably could take care of himself, but he didn't want to get potentially all mixed up with any local version of child protective services and end up stuck on the planet in some sort of weird alien foster care system by mistake. So, it was just better and safer to be escorted.
But he was definitely willing to go along with snowball fights and other "kid-like" things. Careful. He was a pretty snarky 9-year-old.]
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit (he's not allowed on the planet without adult supervision, but someone could bring him!)
When: The rest of January
Huntress
[O HAI THAR. There was suddenly a small child on the ship. A child that apparently had access to sharp objects that normally belonged to the ship's pilot... and was also a-okay with using them! Or carrying them around, at least. He woke up one morning in the body of a 9-year-old, and he's kind of at that mentality, too. Though, he was aware of things enough that it hadn't been a shock for him to wake up in a strange place. His memories were intact.]
=====
Iskaulit
[Keith might not be able to get himself to the planet, but he could get to the Iskaulit! He was stuffing himself on mac and cheese at the Melting Pot, or trying to figure out how he could use the punching bag in the gym without it knocking him over at his tiny size, or he was swimming in the pool. He could sometimes be found in the Lion's Den, Team Voltron's not-so-secret hideout on the ship in an old office near the main area.]
=====
Wildcard
[If he was with an adult, Keith was okay going to the planet's surface. Frankly, he probably could take care of himself, but he didn't want to get potentially all mixed up with any local version of child protective services and end up stuck on the planet in some sort of weird alien foster care system by mistake. So, it was just better and safer to be escorted.
But he was definitely willing to go along with snowball fights and other "kid-like" things. Careful. He was a pretty snarky 9-year-old.]
it's gonna rain - and it never ends
Oct. 16th, 2017 06:59 pmthespaceopera[ It's midday, or close enough to it that the sun is blazing red hot above the planet. Everything seems ordinary - for disturbing, red-tinted values of ordinary, anyway. But the normalcy doesn't last for long.
Without warning, an explosive sound shocks through the jungle. It doesn't come from any one central point, but rather several points, scattered throughout, strategically placed to the advantage of someone. And from those massive shocks rises a wave of missiles - large, fast, and apparently, freely flying. They're guided, and they've locked onto their target: any foreign ship that is currently within Lato'li's atmosphere.
There's no way to mistake it. They're headed right for the Fleet.
The first wave feels a bit sporadic - timings might be off, but the missiles are still deadly, and if they hit, they hit hard. Shields might withstand this wave, but ships without shields will take direct hits. The ability to stay airborn is very, very quickly lost.
The second wave is much more precise, expertly timed and executed by whomever is firing from below. Even smaller shuttles get caught in the crosshairs, and those ships that lasted through the first volley will take a few more shots. If shields saved you before, they will fail here, giving out under the strain.
And the third wave comes, a little bit longer after, to finish the job. There are more of them, and they are far more advanced - they make the previous two volleys look like warning shots. This time, it's all missiles launched, all targets acquired.
Seven Fleet ships - and many, many shuttles - fall out of the sky, headed straight for the surface at alarming speed. Only four ships manage to escape the assault and exit the planet's atmosphere, retreating to orbit as fast as possible. Those lucky enough to have been in orbit can only watch as all of this happens.
But the missiles aren't the only thing up their sleeve. Just when the dust settles, while the network is surely lighting up with activity, attempts to contact one another and check on the status of fellow ships and crew, A loud, quick, terrible screeching noise shocks the network. It drowns out all communications on any connected devices - ship or personal. Ships in orbit will see all on-board systems flicker, then fizzle out, all non-emergency systems have gone completely down.
And with that.. there's silence. Perhaps too much silence. No matter what you do, no matter which buttons you press, which channels you try, there is no connection. Those who have dropped to the surface are entirely radio silent, and those in orbit have been reduced to the barest of abilities and life-support, with the bare minimum of contact.
So... What can you do now? ]
(( ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for all your crashy or missile-dodgy needs!
• The following ships have been shot down: Bishop, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Goldstone, Heron, Tourist, Twin Roses.
• The following ships are now in orbit: Blameless, Caprine, First Breath, Huntress, Iskaulit, Red Fish, Starstruck, Vanquish, Wonderduck
Good luck, Dear Fleet...~ ♪ ))
Without warning, an explosive sound shocks through the jungle. It doesn't come from any one central point, but rather several points, scattered throughout, strategically placed to the advantage of someone. And from those massive shocks rises a wave of missiles - large, fast, and apparently, freely flying. They're guided, and they've locked onto their target: any foreign ship that is currently within Lato'li's atmosphere.
There's no way to mistake it. They're headed right for the Fleet.
The first wave feels a bit sporadic - timings might be off, but the missiles are still deadly, and if they hit, they hit hard. Shields might withstand this wave, but ships without shields will take direct hits. The ability to stay airborn is very, very quickly lost.
The second wave is much more precise, expertly timed and executed by whomever is firing from below. Even smaller shuttles get caught in the crosshairs, and those ships that lasted through the first volley will take a few more shots. If shields saved you before, they will fail here, giving out under the strain.
And the third wave comes, a little bit longer after, to finish the job. There are more of them, and they are far more advanced - they make the previous two volleys look like warning shots. This time, it's all missiles launched, all targets acquired.
Seven Fleet ships - and many, many shuttles - fall out of the sky, headed straight for the surface at alarming speed. Only four ships manage to escape the assault and exit the planet's atmosphere, retreating to orbit as fast as possible. Those lucky enough to have been in orbit can only watch as all of this happens.
But the missiles aren't the only thing up their sleeve. Just when the dust settles, while the network is surely lighting up with activity, attempts to contact one another and check on the status of fellow ships and crew, A loud, quick, terrible screeching noise shocks the network. It drowns out all communications on any connected devices - ship or personal. Ships in orbit will see all on-board systems flicker, then fizzle out, all non-emergency systems have gone completely down.
And with that.. there's silence. Perhaps too much silence. No matter what you do, no matter which buttons you press, which channels you try, there is no connection. Those who have dropped to the surface are entirely radio silent, and those in orbit have been reduced to the barest of abilities and life-support, with the bare minimum of contact.
So... What can you do now? ]
(( ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for all your crashy or missile-dodgy needs!
• The following ships have been shot down: Bishop, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Goldstone, Heron, Tourist, Twin Roses.
• The following ships are now in orbit: Blameless, Caprine, First Breath, Huntress, Iskaulit, Red Fish, Starstruck, Vanquish, Wonderduck
Good luck, Dear Fleet...~ ♪ ))
Tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- aerith gainsborough,
- alphinaud leveilleur,
- anders,
- anthony j. crowley,
- arthur kirkland,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- cloud strife,
- cogsworth,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- hunk,
- ignis scientia,
- james "sawyer" ford,
- jayden price,
- justice,
- kaname buccaneer,
- keith,
- lumiére,
- lunafreya nox fleuret,
- merlan margaret o'keefe,
- mikleo,
- natasha romanoff,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- okita souji,
- pavel chekov,
- sam winchester,
- shinji ikari,
- snow villiers,
- sokka,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- tyrion lannister,
- vash the stampede,
- yuri katsuki,
- zack fair
padadinWho: Five lions and a rock
Broadcast: No
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Beginning of the month
( Hear me purr )
Broadcast: No
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Beginning of the month
( Hear me purr )
[ video | action | open ]
Sep. 23rd, 2017 10:05 pmtempredmentalWho: Keith, and you!
Broadcast: video
Action: on the Huntress and the Iskaulit
When: Right after and the first several days after the meteor hits the planet
( Read more... )
Broadcast: video
Action: on the Huntress and the Iskaulit
When: Right after and the first several days after the meteor hits the planet
( Read more... )
[video] [action]
Sep. 23rd, 2017 12:37 pmthe_tailorWho: Lance and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blameless
When: Shortly post planet go boom
[Video]
[The vast majority of people here know Lance as constantly loud, boisterous, all smiles even in the face of bad news. Constantly flitting from person to person, acting as a sort of giant team cheerleader. But this Lance? He looks small and tired. If you squint, you can see a little tremble passing through his body. He can't even muster up one of his trademark smiles right now.]
So that's it, huh? That's...it. That's all we could do.
[Action - Blameless]
[Lance knows he can't just lay here in his room and mope. People need him, he could still help. It's his role to comfort people and to keep their spirits up. He should be doing that, and helping with first aid anyone who got injured. He should, but he can't move from his bed right now. All the fear of this situation is finally settling in--no, it's more like a truck hitting him at full speed.
He's spent all this time helping everyone he can, distracting them, in a way distracting himself, and it's only now after it's all over that he realizes how terrified he's been all along. And especially now, with the dead remains of a planet floating right outside his window... And Looma...
You're useless without your lion and Voltron. Part of him knows that it isn't true; he'd helped some others through the month and he evacuated as many people as he can, but his fear is leaving him hyperfocused on those he couldn't save.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Blameless
When: Shortly post planet go boom
[Video]
[The vast majority of people here know Lance as constantly loud, boisterous, all smiles even in the face of bad news. Constantly flitting from person to person, acting as a sort of giant team cheerleader. But this Lance? He looks small and tired. If you squint, you can see a little tremble passing through his body. He can't even muster up one of his trademark smiles right now.]
So that's it, huh? That's...it. That's all we could do.
[Action - Blameless]
[Lance knows he can't just lay here in his room and mope. People need him, he could still help. It's his role to comfort people and to keep their spirits up. He should be doing that, and helping with first aid anyone who got injured. He should, but he can't move from his bed right now. All the fear of this situation is finally settling in--no, it's more like a truck hitting him at full speed.
He's spent all this time helping everyone he can, distracting them, in a way distracting himself, and it's only now after it's all over that he realizes how terrified he's been all along. And especially now, with the dead remains of a planet floating right outside his window... And Looma...
You're useless without your lion and Voltron. Part of him knows that it isn't true; he'd helped some others through the month and he evacuated as many people as he can, but his fear is leaving him hyperfocused on those he couldn't save.]
Tags:
Action OTA
Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:37 pmpickingupgoodvibrationsWho: Shay and you
Broadcast: private to Hunk
Action: Evac station
When: 22nd, just after the planet goes kaboom
Action - Evac Station
[Shay is on the station when the meteor strikes, helping out whoever she can with her limited medical abilities. While the most she can do is clean up blood and put on bandages, she's determined to do her part and help these people.
The horror and sorrow of the newly made refugees resonates with her in a way that she wishes she didn't feel. She too knows the fear of losing her home, but they had been lucky, and her planet had been saved when it seemed all hope was lost. These people though...they don't have that. There's nothing she can do but try to patch up wounds.
Her hands shake as she tries to continue, but the overwhelming feeling of panic rises in her chest until she can't stand it any longer. Shay mutters an apology and excuses herself, trying to find somewhere quiet. She doesn't handle panic well, and ends up on her own in a dark room, trying to muffle her shuddering sobs.]
Locked to Hunk - Audio
[Shay's voice is thick with tears and shaking as she speaks. She's panicking and scared, and she doesn't know what to do.] Um...H-Hunk? Are...are you there?
Broadcast: private to Hunk
Action: Evac station
When: 22nd, just after the planet goes kaboom
Action - Evac Station
[Shay is on the station when the meteor strikes, helping out whoever she can with her limited medical abilities. While the most she can do is clean up blood and put on bandages, she's determined to do her part and help these people.
The horror and sorrow of the newly made refugees resonates with her in a way that she wishes she didn't feel. She too knows the fear of losing her home, but they had been lucky, and her planet had been saved when it seemed all hope was lost. These people though...they don't have that. There's nothing she can do but try to patch up wounds.
Her hands shake as she tries to continue, but the overwhelming feeling of panic rises in her chest until she can't stand it any longer. Shay mutters an apology and excuses herself, trying to find somewhere quiet. She doesn't handle panic well, and ends up on her own in a dark room, trying to muffle her shuddering sobs.]
Locked to Hunk - Audio
[Shay's voice is thick with tears and shaking as she speaks. She's panicking and scared, and she doesn't know what to do.] Um...H-Hunk? Are...are you there?
(no subject)
Sep. 1st, 2017 10:40 ammongoosecrowWho: Gil and OPEN
Broadcast: Video
Action: Blameless Engine Room
When: Today, but like super early.
[Gil has always thought that the day/night cycle was always a little wonky in space, even if you're used to it. It's less "there are actual times of the day" and more "we all agree to turn off the lights at this time." And then what happens to the poor sods who's brains don't shut off at that time? Well, they get to annoy everyone.
He's in the engine room for the Blameless around what might be the equivalent of three o'clock in the morning, mostly just trying to memorize the lay of the land. He's been here long enough to know his way around, but he wants to be able to get where he needs to be with his eyes closed. When he broadcasts he's sitting on the floor with his back to a panel.]
I would really like to know exactly how this fleet works. They supplemented my already impressive knowledge base to make sure I knew how to keep the different tech going, sure, but knowing how to keep a thing running isn't the same as knowing how it's running.
And here's the thing. Faster than light travel is hard, right? Traveling between systems of planets isn't supposed to be the sort of thing that just happens. It's not like popping over to your neighbor's to get a cup o' sugar. It takes manipulating the rules of physics or going to cyrosleep because otherwise you'll be ancient by the time you get to a place. [He chuckles a bit here, to his own private joke that probably only Peebee is going to get, and then quickly moves on.]
In the Milky Way, er, well the version of it I'm from anyway - alternate dimensions amiright? - we have this really impressive tech left behind by the Prothe-- [A pause, his face falls a bit, then scrunches up.] Er, left by somebody and it allows faster than light travel by effecting your mass. You drop your mass but keep your bits where they are, suddenly you can get flung across systems in a few hours or days rather than hundreds or thousands of years. These Mass Effect fields and the relays built using them enabled humanity to drop in on an intergalactic society - after a war first of course, because we're a wily bunch in any dimension.
It was theorized that this method would be the only way to get around reliably. Otherwise, you'd have to make yourself the thinnest meat spaghetti ever or punch a hole through the fabric of space to get anywhere of value. And, I don't know about you, but I'm not a huge fan of being spaghetti-ifed or tearing into the fabric I'm standing on.
[He turns his head to look at the tech around him, and the corners of his mouth frown.] But none of that has to be the same here, right? Going to a different galaxy already taught me that and who knows exactly where we are now. [A pause, before he remembers what he was talking about.]
Mass effect drives have a particular look and hum to them. They act in certain ways. I know how to coax one to sing, but the humming here is different, the notes to the song aren't the same. So how is this working? [He pats a part of the engine room that is off screen, and then finally he looks at the camera again, as if considering something.]
Any of you come from realities with FTL travel? If so, how'd you do it? And if you say worm holes I am going to be extremely impressed that you can get anywhere predictably because talk about punching through space...
Broadcast: Video
Action: Blameless Engine Room
When: Today, but like super early.
[Gil has always thought that the day/night cycle was always a little wonky in space, even if you're used to it. It's less "there are actual times of the day" and more "we all agree to turn off the lights at this time." And then what happens to the poor sods who's brains don't shut off at that time? Well, they get to annoy everyone.
He's in the engine room for the Blameless around what might be the equivalent of three o'clock in the morning, mostly just trying to memorize the lay of the land. He's been here long enough to know his way around, but he wants to be able to get where he needs to be with his eyes closed. When he broadcasts he's sitting on the floor with his back to a panel.]
I would really like to know exactly how this fleet works. They supplemented my already impressive knowledge base to make sure I knew how to keep the different tech going, sure, but knowing how to keep a thing running isn't the same as knowing how it's running.
And here's the thing. Faster than light travel is hard, right? Traveling between systems of planets isn't supposed to be the sort of thing that just happens. It's not like popping over to your neighbor's to get a cup o' sugar. It takes manipulating the rules of physics or going to cyrosleep because otherwise you'll be ancient by the time you get to a place. [He chuckles a bit here, to his own private joke that probably only Peebee is going to get, and then quickly moves on.]
In the Milky Way, er, well the version of it I'm from anyway - alternate dimensions amiright? - we have this really impressive tech left behind by the Prothe-- [A pause, his face falls a bit, then scrunches up.] Er, left by somebody and it allows faster than light travel by effecting your mass. You drop your mass but keep your bits where they are, suddenly you can get flung across systems in a few hours or days rather than hundreds or thousands of years. These Mass Effect fields and the relays built using them enabled humanity to drop in on an intergalactic society - after a war first of course, because we're a wily bunch in any dimension.
It was theorized that this method would be the only way to get around reliably. Otherwise, you'd have to make yourself the thinnest meat spaghetti ever or punch a hole through the fabric of space to get anywhere of value. And, I don't know about you, but I'm not a huge fan of being spaghetti-ifed or tearing into the fabric I'm standing on.
[He turns his head to look at the tech around him, and the corners of his mouth frown.] But none of that has to be the same here, right? Going to a different galaxy already taught me that and who knows exactly where we are now. [A pause, before he remembers what he was talking about.]
Mass effect drives have a particular look and hum to them. They act in certain ways. I know how to coax one to sing, but the humming here is different, the notes to the song aren't the same. So how is this working? [He pats a part of the engine room that is off screen, and then finally he looks at the camera again, as if considering something.]
Any of you come from realities with FTL travel? If so, how'd you do it? And if you say worm holes I am going to be extremely impressed that you can get anywhere predictably because talk about punching through space...
Deep Dreams Are Made of These - Open
Aug. 27th, 2017 10:54 pmtempredmentalWho: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares
( Who Am I to Disagree? )
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares
( Who Am I to Disagree? )
001 [Video/Action]
Aug. 6th, 2017 05:34 pmlegs4daysWho: Hunk and EVERYONE~
Broadcast: Open, Fleet wide
Action: SS Heron
When: Today
[A - Network/Video]
[Oh man, not again. Being kidnapped by some unknown alien force really needed to stop happening. What are even the odds of that? Is there a card you can get stamped? And just in case waking up alone in this very stark room wasn't bad enough, his head was killing him. Probably from the alien lo-jack that he felt behind his ear. Or... that's what he assuming the bump was. But he could worry about that later. He needed to find the others.
Shaking off the headache he slipped off the bed to head for the door. It was eerily quiet as he entered the Hospitably Deck and he paused. The place looked abandoned. Oooookay. This isn't creepy at all. He scanned the area, searching for anything that remotely looked like control panel and made a b-line for it.
The feed flicked on to reveal the image of a young man wearing quite the colorful space suit. His expression brightened seeing that the video was going through.]
There we go.... Hello? Lance? Guys? Is anyone picking up this transmission? This is Hunk, Yellow Paladin of Voltron and I have no idea where I am. I thought I saw a sign that said 'Hospitality Deck' but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. I'd at least expect cupcakes.
Except there is some smooth jazz playing in the distance somewhere? Which just makes me being alone even creepier.
If anyone is getting this, please respond.
[B - SS Heron Bridge]
[There was a sudden new surprise for the crew of the SS Heron. With a flash of confetti and the fanfare of tiny trumpets, a very confused looking Hunk was now standing in the middle of their bridge. He barely had time to send a broadcast let alone explore the previous ship he was on before he was whisked away again. Man, today just keep getting weirder.]
Hello? Anyone here?
[He picked the confetti from his hair as he scanned the room. Defiantly not on the Castle, but hey, its not galra either so... glass half full? And wait a second. Does his eyes deceive him? Was that a plate of chocolate pudding? It was that moment his stomach decided to make it's presence known. When was the last time he ate? Honestly, he couldn't remember which means it was too long. You know, you can't think when your tank is empty.
Sliding on over to the plate, Hunk picked up one of the small cups and was instantly filled with regret the moment its contents touched his lips. Blech! That wasn't chocolate! It was just paste to taste like chocolate which is just an insult to real chocolate! A wave of betrayal washed over his face as he stared down at the cup in his hands.]
Great.... I'm missing food goo already.
Broadcast: Open, Fleet wide
Action: SS Heron
When: Today
[A - Network/Video]
[Oh man, not again. Being kidnapped by some unknown alien force really needed to stop happening. What are even the odds of that? Is there a card you can get stamped? And just in case waking up alone in this very stark room wasn't bad enough, his head was killing him. Probably from the alien lo-jack that he felt behind his ear. Or... that's what he assuming the bump was. But he could worry about that later. He needed to find the others.
Shaking off the headache he slipped off the bed to head for the door. It was eerily quiet as he entered the Hospitably Deck and he paused. The place looked abandoned. Oooookay. This isn't creepy at all. He scanned the area, searching for anything that remotely looked like control panel and made a b-line for it.
The feed flicked on to reveal the image of a young man wearing quite the colorful space suit. His expression brightened seeing that the video was going through.]
There we go.... Hello? Lance? Guys? Is anyone picking up this transmission? This is Hunk, Yellow Paladin of Voltron and I have no idea where I am. I thought I saw a sign that said 'Hospitality Deck' but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. I'd at least expect cupcakes.
Except there is some smooth jazz playing in the distance somewhere? Which just makes me being alone even creepier.
If anyone is getting this, please respond.
[B - SS Heron Bridge]
[There was a sudden new surprise for the crew of the SS Heron. With a flash of confetti and the fanfare of tiny trumpets, a very confused looking Hunk was now standing in the middle of their bridge. He barely had time to send a broadcast let alone explore the previous ship he was on before he was whisked away again. Man, today just keep getting weirder.]
Hello? Anyone here?
[He picked the confetti from his hair as he scanned the room. Defiantly not on the Castle, but hey, its not galra either so... glass half full? And wait a second. Does his eyes deceive him? Was that a plate of chocolate pudding? It was that moment his stomach decided to make it's presence known. When was the last time he ate? Honestly, he couldn't remember which means it was too long. You know, you can't think when your tank is empty.
Sliding on over to the plate, Hunk picked up one of the small cups and was instantly filled with regret the moment its contents touched his lips. Blech! That wasn't chocolate! It was just paste to taste like chocolate which is just an insult to real chocolate! A wave of betrayal washed over his face as he stared down at the cup in his hands.]
Great.... I'm missing food goo already.