driftfleet | Entries tagged with isaac lahey

Who: Leo Fitz
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: on the Bishop
When: Jan 6th ; post-shuffle

[ he hardly had a chance to really look around the marsiva before he was transported elsewhere. the time allowed him to get his bearings, but mostly it allowed him a chance to calm down a little after what he just experienced with the whole... well, hydra. he's by no means past the whole ordeal but he feels like he can breath now, at least.

he halfheartedly looks around the bishop, trying to get a feel for the layout though not really entering any of the rooms just yet. except for the kitchen. that's where he sits down and pulls out his communicator ]

My name's Fitz. Leo - Leopold - Fitz. Is this really some sort of reality show? In space? [ and if so, why did they chose him? especially without simmons. at least if she was here they could properly appreciate the fact that he is on a ship in space right now. instead he's worried about her. and the rest of the team, of course ]

Quick question. Another question. Does shield mean anything to you? Not a shield, but just... shield.

[ and he ends the feed there. coulson, may, ward, any one of them would be much better at asking without asking. but they're not here! well actually he's not sure yet if they are. that's what he's trying to find out. at the very least, maybe this will point him in the direction of someone he can trust ]

bluediligence

Who: Aoko, anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really applicable, but the Iskaulit if anybody does feel like it!
When: January 1

[ The video opens up to Aoko, perched on the edge of the Iskaulit's boxing ring. She's wearing both her exercise gear (which seems to include a scarf, do not question her questionable life choices) and a bright, beaming smile — the kind that may or may not preclude mischief. Her poker face could really use some work. ]

Hey! I need help. It's really important.

[ There's a beat. ]

… What's the best way to turn the word 'agent' into a cat pun?

[ She's asking for a friend, really. (If by that we mean, "she's asking so she can embarrass a friend, should he ever turn up amongst the fleet.") ]

Oh! And one more thing. If anybody here likes simple number games, check out the file attached to this video. Each box is filled with a number between one and eight, and a number can only appear once in each row and column. The inequalities are there to make things more interesting – and to act as clues! [ Her grin softens into something lighter, more cheerful than outright devious. ] I'll give cookies to everyone who finds the solution.

frigidaire

Who: Isaac Lahey and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: video or action if on the Wonderduck!
When: right now!

[ Open on one bored teenage werewolf. While the festivities have been great, the planet a little weird, and the creepy message weirder, he's relatively unfazed. He comes from a world where tree women come to life and ghost ninjas take over, so.

He's sprawled on his stomach on his bed, the camera is pointed up a little too high, cutting off some of his face. He's bored, okay? ]

Celebrations and stuff are cool and all, but it gets a little old sometimes on these ships. I think I've watched every movie I have like twelve times. Anyone have any other good ones? I have an alien version of Godzilla. I mean, as close as an alien movie can get to Godzilla. Uh, it has a giant monster and what I think is a city. So that counts, right?

Maybe we can do a movie night thing again. [ A shrug. ] I know a guy who can cook good food for it and I think our captain can still make space doritos, so. [ #priorities. Don't volunteer your shipmates, Isaac. But go ahead, tell him your thoughts! ]

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.]

precedented

Who: Leto and You
Broadcast: Text
Action: SS Blameless
When: Now

Since the Atroma so kindly plagiarized my last game, which in turn makes me wonder how much of the broadcasts they actually pay attention to, I thought I'd offer something new.

What can't you live without? And what do you have that you would give up for it?

Or alternatively: Your favourite fantasy with the Atroma. If you must be graphic about it, do be tasteful.

bluediligence

Who: Aoko Nakamori and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: S.S. Wonderduck
When: Now

[ After having been forced to play through tens of dozens of quote-unquote games — to say nothing of living through not just one, but two counts of interdimensional kidnapping — Aoko's more than used to suddenly finding herself in an unfamiliar place. It's just, you know, one of those things that happens. ]

[ The confetti's kinda new. So's the pudding. ]

Wow, uhm … [ Aoko grins sheepishly into the screen, parked on her butt on the S.S. Wonderduck's bridge with confetti all up in her short, fluffy mop of hair. It looks like she's been trying to desperately brush it out with her fingers – or maybe it's just naturally a mess? Mysteries abound. (Spoilers: it's naturally a mess.) ]

[ The silence drags for one beat. Two beats. And then — ]

Knock, knock.

survivalistcookbook

Who: Eugene Woods
Broadcast: Video
Action: the Wonderduck
When: Tuesday Evening

[Eugene has been on a ship full of teenagers long enough - it's time he delivered on the promises to actually feed them adequately. Which is why he's now broadcasting from the galley, flour-speckled and far, far too pleased with himself. So pleased, in fact, that he'll just go ahead an monologue at the rest of the fleet.]

Some of you out there may have heard a saying, that there's no such thing as bad pizza. Now maybe you haven't heard this - say, for instance, if you come from a world that doesn't actually have pizza. But if you do, this is probably a pretty common truism. Whether you agree with it or not-? Well. That's a matter of taste.

[Pun fully intended, as the little curl of his lips and glint of his eye gives away. But he continues, because in space, there's no one to cue a laugh track.]

But in a hermetically-sealed tin can drifting through the cold vacuum of space, I think we can all agree that standards change. And in celebration of finally creating something that sort of, basically behaves like cheese . . .

[Camera pan to the oven, which he opens with a showman's flourish to reveal . . . a pizza! Basically. Sure, the cheese is a little more yellowish than usual, and the toppings are mostly diced canned meat product and mixed vegetable compound. But it's close enough for him to grin as he shuffles a hand into an oven mitt and withdraws his creation to rest on the stovetop.]

Voila. One down, and another five pies' worth of dough and cheese ready for the crews of the Wonderduck and Vanquish. Not exactly a New York slice, but hey, if anyone wants the next best thing this side of Alpha Centauri? Let's talk.

frigidaire

Who: Isaac Lahey
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: Wonderduck, if you want to bug him
When: now!

[ The feed flickers on and it's a bit jarring at first, not focused, like he's forgotten he's turned it on. After a few seconds of shuffling around, Isaac's face appears on the screen. ]

So, does anyone play any sports here? Doesn't really matter what it is, I guess. I played lacrosse. They're just a good way to kill time. And we got a lot of that sometimes, so. Yeah. [ A shrug, and though he might seem uncomfortable, he's not. He's just a little awkward, don't mind him. ]

Thinking it might be good to get people together to do stuff like that sometimes. Sitting around on the Wonderduck can get a little old, at least for me. Space ships are cool and all, but. Uh. Maybe kickball or something easy, if people want to.

[ Isaac, no. Whiny teenager problems. ] Or we can like... spar. Beating each other up is kind of the same thing. Is there anything else to do after you've been here a while? I'm bored.

cajunspice

Who: Remy and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: WonderDuck.
When: Now.

Ah, I guess first things first, gotta apologize to fellow Ducks that we goin’ to get less room on the ship now, ‘cause I just got these guys. [The camera pans away from Remy’s face to reveal three little kittens, all huddled together and looking a little lost as they sat on his bed on the WonderDuck.] There was a breeder in the Savvy guild who was raisin’ pest huntin’ pets, ‘nd these three were considered runts of the litter. Said they were too small ‘nd weak ‘nd was just goin’ to off them, ‘nd, well, couldn’t be havin’ that now.

So, wanna ‘ntroduce ya’ll to Figaro, [The camera moves, zooming in on each kitten as he names them off.], Oliver, ‘nd Lucifer. Hopefully they'll make great crew mates.

Also, ya know, if 'nyone got tips for keepin' cats, that be well welcomed too.

bb_wolf

Who: Bigby Wolf
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: You can try and find him about, he's in the forest.
When: Now? Ish?

[Bigby was only shifted long enough to get up the communicator where can see it and respond, so it's the giant wolf at a bit of a distance chatting to the screen.]

I'm curious. I hear people talk about wanting to go home more'n anything, but people I've actually spoken to? I know of about four of us who don't want to go back.

Which side are you lot out there on? Want to go home? Want not to? Don't give a shit?

frigidaire

Who: The Wonderduck Crew and any Visitors!
Broadcast: Nope, all action~
Action: aboard the Wonderduck.
When: June-ish and whenever. Post Moon time.

[ Time for the Wonderducks to mingle and potentially meet their new crew. Especially after the two months in moon hell. Who knows where they'll end up next. ]

flickerflash

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The horrible no good moon. Probably close to the Vanquish
When: Today!

[By and large, Katie hates this moon. It made her sick when she first got here and she's largely shunned it ever since. Today marks the first day she's voluntarily gone out in it. Why?

Because she has a lightsaber. And she wants to practice with it and swing it around and generally have fun with it and maybe cut down a few sickly dead branches. And while she could do this in the cargo bay of the Vanquish easy enough, out here she has to wear a mask.

A mask and a lightsaber is just too much to pass up, oh my god. She's found a black one, which in fact looks nothing like anything you might find in Star Wars, which is probably for the best all round, really. But it's black, and it's the best she can do, and if you head into the gloom of the smog this fine day you might find a small child waving a pale white lightsaber around that makes all the appropriate lightsaber sounds and doing her best to make breathing sounds like Darth Vader because black mask, and to be honest if she's not quoting some part of some lightsaber battle when you wander past it'll be kind of surprising.

...unless you are of course recognisable as a Jedi and thus she'll choke on her breath pretty quickly and turn the saber off and look as innocent as she possibly can.

On the bright side, it's clear to anyone with any powers of observation she actually knows how to use a sword and is taking care not to cause any accidental damage with it. So... bonus? It's just a small child having fun. Vmm vmm.]

intelligently

Who: Lydia Martin
Broadcast: Fleetwide
~~Action:~~
When: After the masquerade

So some people have looked at trying to disable the augments, which hasn't ended well, but what about what they do? I know that they give us - or enhance - a skill for our jobs here, and that they can give you additional skills or 'powers'.

( If you bought them or- however it happened. She hasn't found out that much about that yet. It's a whole work in progress )

But what about the skills we have, and our ship jobs. I was put into medical, and I had some medical knowledge before coming here - though the augment gave me everything else. Has anyone been given a job that they had never worked in before? Or something that they would never do? Or are we being perfectly selected?

( Because, even with the augments, putting someone in a job they had zero knowledge of before could cause something to happen. Unless they don't want to 'influence their ratings' that way )

And, related, has anyone ever changed their job?

feathery

Who: Davesprite and whoever.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Indoors, moonside.
When: Now sounds good.

[Someone is done to death with masks and getting accosted by randos on the street. Thus, Davesprite has taken refuge indoors, since that's as good as it gets short of returning to the ships. He'd normally opt for text, but he honestly just wants to talk for a while. Even if his voice is equal parts bored and sullen.]

Sportball ambushes on the street are great and all, [it probably isn't possible for him to sound more sarcastic] but I got to ponder the selection happening in this contaminated stain on the face of space. Like, sure, there are "strategy games" [yes, those are actual, audible air quotes], but where my real battles at. You know, the wordplay variety, where you drop a witticism to a sick beat and slant it to rhyme. Twist that shit into ill verse and cause some deadly delirium not even the most decorated doctor could cure. Dude could be veteran to World War Disease and still find himself stymied by this nasty flow that makes even the gutsiest guerilla fold. Ain't a medic around who can mend my rap battle burns.

[A beat.]

So, yeah, maybe I'm only pissed about moon pollution central 'cause all these hostile idiots keep hailing me out of the blue and yet: not a single fuckin' rap battle. [This is definitely not the only reason he's pissed about moon pollution central, but priorities.] What's a guy got to do, besides deck himself out in a shitty respirator and biohazard costume. A live performance? God, this is stupid.

grounds

Who: Octavia Blake
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Wonderduck
When: Afternoon of the 21st

[It's been a few days since she went unconscious for no good reason, but when she wakes up, Octavia has no real grasp on the concept of time thanks to a three month trip back home. Somehow.

The process goes from slow to alarmingly fast quicker than she could draw her sword. She shoots up in bed, not realizing she's in the med bay on her ship, eyes darting around like a cornered animal.]

Lincoln?! [Of course her comm is on the table beside the bed recording every moment.

Octavia all but leaps off the cot, blanket falling away to reveal a new tattoo on her arm going part way up her neck. It only takes a moment for the blood to rush to her head, forcing her to sit back down with more force than she cares for. She places a hand to her head as all of it-- the fleet and home-- come rushing back.]

Dammit! [She lashes out, she needs to, kicking at the table beside her, giving the broadcast a shaky view before it settles to show her sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. Now she knows it's on.]

Dammit. How long was I out?

forcesensitive

Who: Finn and everyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

[As is common with new arrivals, there are a few very confused moments of waking up and scrambling around before the Fleet's newest arrival manages to find and switch off the nearest camera.

About half an hour later and significantly less panicked-looking, he switches it back on. Some quality time spent with his augment answered the pressing questions, like where am I and why aren't there any weapons here, and that he's not going to get an answer to are my friends okay without a little further input from him. So. If they're here, he reasons, they'll recognize him.]

Shouldn't there be more people here? Or do I get to be the only lucky winner this week?

The name's Finn. There are people on the other ships out there, right?

[Look it's very lonely on the Marsiva right now.]

misterprongs

Who: James Potter [

misterprongs] and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Paisley.
When: Now!

Ahem.

[ with a modest clearing of the throat and bright eyes, james potter looks like everything is Alright. everything is, in fact, not alright, and his closer friends may be able to tell -- but for all the world, james looks like the enthralled young man he usually is, ready to make a grand announcement. ]

As some of you may know, my birthday is at the tail-end of the very esteemed month of March, and while I normally don't request gifts, I do have a slight idea if anyone is so inclined to celebrate the day of my birth. Or I can pay you for it, whichever your heart desires.

[ PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT as james allows his somewhat weathered golden snitch to flutter into view, and he snatches it out of the air without looking at it, offering a grin. ]

I would like a broomstick. A proper one, that flies, and allows for death-defying leaps, drops, loops, stunts, and otherwise perfectly suited to play Quidditch, and before any of the ill-informed ask me what Quidditch is, allow me to explain the rules of the best game in the history of wizarding kind. I'm told it's a bit like rugby and football, but in the air -- teams of seven, and three types of balls. There's the quaffle, which is handled by the Chasers, of which there are three, and each time the quaffle is thrown through the hoops on the pitch, it scores ten points! There's also two bludgers, which are two balls made out of iron that whip around trying to knock folks off of their broomsticks, and the two Beaters have got clubs to knock them around at other players, and to protect their own players. And there's the Keeper, their job is to block shots by he Chasers and protect the goal posts -- and then there's the Seeker, whose job it is to catch the Golden Snitch, which -- this.

[ as james holds up said golden snitch, which is struggling between his fingers. dealwithit.jpeg ]

Catching it ends the game, and grants the team who catches it a hundred and fifty points. Which usually means you win the game, but there're've been instances throughout history where the bloke catches the Snitch, but you lose anyway, 'cause some people don't know how to do math properly, which I imagine happens if you've been hit in the head one too many times by a rogue bludger, and I think the last time it happened was in the early eighteen hundreds -- oi, Moony!

[ but it seems someone (and judging from james' indignation, remus) has grabbed at james' communicator, and there's a faint muttered no one cares, prongs, shut up before the feed is disconnected.

rude. ]

fuga

Who: Lauralae
Broadcast: Video
Action: On board the HS Marsiva
When: 10th until Shuffle!

VIDEO;

[ The feed opens on what appears to be nothing more than a nest of darkness, shifting only when the figure that owns it shifts. It turns out to be dark, matted hair, sticking to pale skin and only separating through small slits as gloved fingers move and press the stands away - both sweat and blood bead against her face and she sits up, breathing out hard and pushing herself away from the bed with a quick, jerking motion, as if afraid of her own shadow. Her fingers shake and her skin pale and marred, streaks of blood decorating her like an artist's paintbrush against a scarred canvas.

It takes her a little while, but she finally pushes herself up. There is silence for a moment, only broken by the sound of her heavy breathing, until her hands reach out and pick up the device. The feed itself shakes with her fingertips, almost more bone than flesh, until she speaks, voice low and hoarse, exhausted. ]

Where am I.

[ Anyone currently on board the Marsiva will find her on the same bed she had woken up on, surrounded by what seems to be a circle of red with her legs tucked under her - what, exactly, she had been doing was a matter worth debating, but she seemed fit to faint under the weight of nothing sooner than she would be fit to explain anything. ]

stickupherforehead

Who: Pearl and you!
Broadcast: Text
Action: On the Vanquish or on the planet
When: Now

Just so we're all on the same page, Steven Universe has left.

[and that's that. The optimistic answer is that he gets to go home, but there's still this nagging idea that she had neglected her duty.

Vanquish:
Once there's nothing left to clean, Pearl's going to take apart this engine. Hopefully you weren't about to use the ship and/or shuttle, because it's currently scattered into a million pieces.

Planet, one of the parks:
Looks like Pearl is in a swordfight with a hologram version of herself. The exercise starts off slowly, as they take measured steps around each other and trade blows and parries. As they start speeding up, Pearl starts breaking out of the set pattern. Holo-Pearl matches her blow for blow, until Pearl does a quick spin and skewers her image from behind. The hologram flickers and then disappears, but Pearl doesn't look satisfied. She could use a better opponent.]

seasidelove

Who: Wonderducks and their visitors!
Broadcast: None!
Action: The Wonderduck
When: RIGHT NOW

[Alright guys! What are you up to this month? Hopefully having fun. And ignoring whatever disaster is going on in the kitchen because they've gotta make due somehow.]

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