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[personal profile] stabsbothways
Who: Heron Crew and Guests
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Aboard the Heron
When: May (feel free to backtag)

[ The heron has had a large exodus of people recently, and a few new members. It's almost like a new ship. ]
thespaceopera: (hello)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: Anyone taking part in the heist
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Orfwyn Dreadhorse’s personal underground complex
When: May 12th - 13th

The party goes on well into the night with no sign of slowing. It’s very late into the night before there’s a good opening to slip away without notice. But eventually the opportunity finally comes, and hopefully before you’ve had too many visits to the open bar.

But for anyone who came to the party with the intention to take part in the heist, it’s time to get down to business.


This is the mingle for the heist! If you have any questions, head over to the OOC post.

If you're looking just to dance, the ball can be found here!
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[personal profile] stabsbothways
Who: Isabela Grace and her crew of ne'er do-wells. Open to friends and friends of friends.
Broadcast: None
Action: Various across the belt (see prompts)
When: Throughout May
Notes: Continuation of Part 1.

Robin Hood up in here )

Slaves Aren't Cargo, Mate )

Drinks are on me! )

All good things )
bryces_pup: (44)
[personal profile] bryces_pup
Who: Riona and you!
Broadcast: Yep
Action: On the Blue Fish, if you want
When: Backdated to earlier this week because I forgot to post this earlier like an idiot

[Riona's back on the network, though thankfully she's considerably less annoyed this time around.]

Some of you may recall that Beverly Crusher and I mentioning running a black box theater on the Iskaulit, where others could put on performances and whatnot? Well, someone made the mistake of letting her and I loose in a shop that sold play scripts and the like, and we found one we thought would be delightful to put on.

It's called Captain Bree and Her Lady Pirates and it seems to be a musical comedy about some, well, pirate shenanigans. It sounds a bit ridiculous and quite fun. It's not a big production and it doesn't seem to be intensive in terms of set building and the like. But we wanted to gauge interest before we move forward with it. We'll need actors, of course - preferably if you can sing well enough - along with costume makers and set builders. If anyone wants to see the script, I managed to get a copy on this device so I can send it to you.

[She's rather proud of herself for figuring that one out.]

If enough want to do it, we can look into auditions and the like. Any empty roles we may just fill with people on this asteroid belt who might be interested. Please let either myself or Beverly know as soon as possible if you'd be interested.

This should be immensely entertaining, if nothing else.
thebestseller: (made of cheese)
[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: The crew of the SS Twin Roses and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Twin Roses
When: The end of April

['Sup, it's a ship mingle. We've lost Adawolfe, Anders and Ravi, but gained Lance, Shovel Knight, and Chuuya.

Enjoy the free pudding and make yourselves at home, newbies.]


Apr. 18th, 2017 11:12 pm
servantnotserving: (Finally I get to do my job)
[personal profile] servantnotserving
Who: Lumiére and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: Today!

[Since arriving at the Fleet, Lumiére has tended towards just using the voice function to communicate with people outside of the Wonderduck. It makes his life considerably easier. He doesn't have to navigate the mine-field of questions that come with just looking at him. He can talk to people like a normal person, and it's great.

Today, though, he needs to actually address the problem of his general...him-ness, and as such, he'll switch the video on. He casts the screen a warm smile all the same, giving a little wave of a candle-hand.

Bonjour, my fellow Fleet members. This is quite an interesting planet, no? I hear the concerts here are really something to experience. I might have to test out the waters myself. It has been a while since I got to enjoy one.

[It's not the kind of concert he's used to, but after a decade of no concerts at all, he'll sure as heck give this new kind a try.]

But! I had another reason for speaking to you today. I have heard there are several people in the Fleet who are experienced with magic. I was hoping I could speak to them, especially if they know anything about curses- because as you can see [he chuckles, gesturing to himself] I have something that might interest their magically inclined minds.

[Filtered to Winn]

As promised. Here I am, settled on the Wonderduck and checking in. [Like three weeks too late but ya'll can't expect miracles. If you wanted good time-keeping, you should have befriended the clock]

[Otherwise, Lumiére can be found happily hopping around the table of the Wonderduck, carefully setting it so it at least looks like an actual, fancy dinner table and not a metal slab where people sit and eat. They may be in space, but they can still have a little culinary refinement, god.
stabsbothways: (stabbin time)
[personal profile] stabsbothways
Who: Isabela and any fellow Criminals (obviously established CR is encouraged, but if you think your character could have been reasonably referred to come along for Crimes, feel free to drop in! If there's any question about it, drop me a pm or message me at [ profile] digitalsocrates)
Broadcast: None
Action: Opportunities insufficiently guarded. Victimless crimes. More details here. Also feel free to drop your own OTAs.
When: Throughout the latter half of april. part 2 will continue through may.

Summer has been a tourist long enough. Corbius offers everything that a ne'er-do-well could ever wish for. Safe ports to spend your money. Lawless skies to lie, cheat and steal. Shady ports willing to buy things with minimal questions asked. A pirate's paradise.

The problem is, she doesn't have a ship, or a crew.

But that's a quick fix, isn't it? There are three requirements to come along with Summer:

1) She's the captain. If she gives you an order, follow it or you're gone.
2) Be discreet. She doesn't want the whole fleet to know about this.
3) Be capable. If you can't carry you're weight, you're out.

we need a ship. or ships. More ships is better. )

Aboard the newly christened  )

Why are all her friends so Lame? )

FIIIINE. Aka we'll rob bad guys instead )
astrobleme: (cebalrai)
[personal profile] astrobleme
Who: Shinji Ikari and you?!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: On the Heron. If any of Shinji's crew members want their own costume (see below), feel free to claim one.
When: Right around now.


[Where the heck is that music coming from?

Unaware that he's being filmed, Shinji wanders into the cargo bay of the Heron, following the muddled melody that's been plaguing him for a few minutes now. He stops dead in his tracks when he comes across--that. That rather large cardboard box with his name clearly plastered on the side. The music seems to be emanating from inside, on a loop.]

Well, that's not ominous at all, [he says dryly.

There's a large blue card attached to the top, which he steps up to and plucks off. As he reads from it, the messages inside flash across the video feed:]

- Shinji Ikari, you're not being true to yourself.
- There's something you've been hiding from everyone around you.
- But it's all right: we understand, and we want to help you.
- This should allow you get in touch with your inner desires.
- Your new life starts now! And don't forget to bring your friends!
- Brought to you by your sponsor: Made Fur You Incorporated.

[All of the sudden, the cardboard box falls to pieces, revealing a bunch of smaller boxes, each with preview pictures and labels stamped on the front. Kaworu: Arctic Fox Costume tumbles on top of Shinji: Azure Moth Costume, and both of those bounce around Asuka: Brown Cow Costume. There are additional costumes for members of the Heron crew, even.]

Oh, come on. I've been waiting more than a year for a sponsor, and this is what I get?

[Shinji sighs to himself, disappointed, and that's when he notices he's already broadcasting to the Fleet's network. God damn it.]

H-Hey! I don't want any of this stuff! Seriously! How do I send it back?
exothermia: (Heads on a science apart)
[personal profile] exothermia
Who: Heron and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: the Heron
When: April

[Hello birdies! We've got new bunks and a quieter engine, and possibly some rumours stuck to the fridge. What are you getting up to this month?]
bryces_pup: (185)
[personal profile] bryces_pup
Who: Riona, a crate of blow up sex dolls, and you
Broadcast: Yep
Action: On the Blue Fish (any visitors keep in mind, the locks are in place again so someone would need to let them on the ship)
When: Tonight

[The video flickers on, panning to one very, very annoyed queen. Behind her and off to the side is a large crate. It's been opened, and if one looks carefully, they might see what looks like arms and legs flopped over the side. Riona begins opening a letter, her movements jerky.]

Lucky me, it's been so long since I've gotten one of these. They appear to be plastic... dolls, I suppose. You're supposed to fill them with air and they take shape. I highly doubt they sent all of these for me, and thus this broadcast. What their purpose is, though, I do not know. They seem a little large to be for children. This note should be enlightening, I think.

[Riona holds it up and begins reading:]

"For Riona and the other sorrowfully separated or single persons in the fleet-" It's going to be one of those kinds of drops, I see. "We sympathize with your frustration and separation. Have some of our top quality models, free of charge, for those nights where the loneliness just gets to be too much. And for you, Riona - after we saw your awakening from your coma and learned of your heartbreaking situation, we were moved. We created a special model, just for you. We think you'll find the likeness striking. We already blew it up for you, and it's ready for immediate... use..."

You - Maker's breath, are these for what I think they're for? [Riona shakes her head in disbelief.] And what did they mean by-

[Frowning, Riona drops the note and walks over to the crate. Rifling through it for a moment, she eventually goes "Ah, found it, I think". She seems to wrestle with something for a moment until, after a hard pull, she wrenches it free. Out comes a fully blown up doll, well within view of the camera. Those from Thedas might recognize a certain Fereldan king that Riona just so happens to be married to.

Riona's shock quickly turns to red-faced anger as she slams the doll back down into the crate. Her jaw tightens as she turns and heads to the device.]

Whoever helps me push this blighted thing out the airlock gets a free drink on me. [As soon as she tosses out her offer, she shuts the feed off.]
reconstitution: (Fuck this)
[personal profile] reconstitution
Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10


[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.

He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.

Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]

I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...


[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]
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[personal profile] stabsbothways
Who: Isabela Summer and YOU
Broadcast: None
Action: Water planet shenanigans! Starters below
When: As long as the fleet is above Mafik.

Read more... )
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[personal profile] thespaceopera
[Filtered Message to the Blameless, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Heron, Paisley, Red Fish, Starstruck, Twin Roses, Vanquish]

[After a month of waiting and glitches, the ships who turned on the bugging devices may have begun to feel it was a waste of time. But patience truly is a virtue, and a couple days before the fleet leaves the Rew system, a message from that unknown frequency is sent:]

This is the Interceptor Fleet, Drift Fleet 12. We’ve received your message.

Atroma’s surely trying to crack this encryption, so we’ll keep it short. We’re not your enemy. Our enemy is Atroma.

We’ll be in contact again, but it might be awhile. We’re still making repairs from that last fight. Sam can tell you how fast some of our crew work. So for now, keep those devices off. Only turn them on if you got a message to send. We don’t want to give Atroma time to hack into this feed and it should stop the glitches you’ve been getting.

Bloodsport, we got your attachment. We got a few ideas of what it could mean, but we’ll have to get back to you on that.

Paisley, thanks for the emoticons. Some crew were delighted and have been using them non-stop. Some of us, less so.

You’ll hear from us again. I promise.

Keelah se'lai.

[The message ends. There are no further messages, and no replies.]

[ooc: This message is filtered to those who turned on the devices, but crews are strongly encouraged to spread the message to other ships! Also feel free to use this post as a reaction/mingle/whatever you'd like.

Characters can also send messages back! There will be more about this in the OOC comm in a couple days.]
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[personal profile] imfine1111one
Who: Apollo and whoever's listening
Broadcast: YES fleetwide; video/radio, whichever you prefer
Action: nah, unless someone marches up to his room
When: late at night.

Er, so a lot of strange things seem to be happening, but none of us are dead or being attacked again, so I figure it's best not to question it.

I'm not exactly good at this whole "support" thing, but I guess some people like talking to clear their heads? So let's talk.

Specifically, on a scale of one to ten, what's the most illegal thing you've ever done that you care to admit?

. . .

I can admit I might have ulterior motives due to being a lawyer, but rest assured I don't plan on taking anyone to space court any time soon.

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[personal profile] outstandingbalance
Who: Natasha Romanoff + various
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Heron, Vanquish, Iskaulit & Siourew
When: Throughout February

Visits - Starstruck & Heron

[Don't let it be said that Natasha Romanoff isn't good to her word. She's said she would pay visits to a couple of ships, and in early February, she proves good to her word.

First on the agenda, she stops in on the Heron. It gets priority because it's not just a social call. She said she'd help Barnes out with his hair—it's obviously been a while since anyone gave it a trim, and he's agreed to trust her enough to help him out. Hopefully Barnes is in. She didn't call ahead to check.

Later, she'll show up on the Starstruck. She's actually been here a couple of times recently, eating Wanda's cookies and stopping by to see Peggy, but she's trying to make more of a habit out of it. Steve clearly wanted her to. And she hasn't seen him on those visits, so here she is again.

In Starstruck's kitchen.

Making herself some coffee.]

Exploring - Siourew

[Natasha takes the opportunity to get down on the planet. Or around it, as the case proves to be. Either way, she's taking advantage of the opportunity to get outside, to see a real sky, breathe fresh air and stretch her legs.

If anyone wants to join her for a hike, she wouldn't turn down the company.]

Hallucinations - Vanquish, Islaulit & Siourew

[As the month wears on, the tone of things changes for the worse. Natasha hadn't assumed she'd escaped the glitches affecting various members of the fleet, but she had seemed no worse for them so far. That changes as the month wears on.

It starts with flashes out of the corner of her eye. Little girls who watch her with eyes too old for their faces. They stand in ones and twos, tucked around corners and in shadows, glimpsed in the reflection in a window, there for only an instant, then gone. It doesn't end there, though. After the flashes, aural hallucinations. Voices come straight from her memory, clear and distinct, speaking in any of half a dozen different languages. They bark orders. Praise her dedication. Quiz her on training. A few words, a phrase, and then they're gone.

Then the visions escalate. The girls stay are no longer just girls. They're ghosts, sporting evidence of the injuries that killed them—they're students she killed along the way, bruised or bearing bullet wounds. Sometimes they're missing eyes, missing mouths. They float in windows.

They don't speak, because the dead don't. They just follow her. Isn't that fitting?

Natasha tries to go about her days normally. She visits the shooting range, or bars. She makes her meals in Vanquishes kitchen and she stops into bars on Iskaulit. She even goes back planetside hoping getting away from the fleet will ease the glitch, but there's no such luck. By the end of the month, she might walk into a room and for five full seconds, it's as though she's stepped into the past, back in Russia, back in the Red Room, watching girls be winnowed away until only the weapons remain, or she might turn a corner and find herself standing face to face with the distorted face of one of her marks from her early days as an assassin. She tries to hide it, but as time goes on, even she can't entirely hide the signs of stress.]
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] 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 ]
andreallybadeggs: (maraud and embezzle)
[personal profile] andreallybadeggs
Who: Jack Sparrow
Broadcast: Video, open to all
Action: On the Wonderduck if you want
When: Now!

[The video turns on to... an really close upclose of Jack, his gold teeth shining in the light.]

I'm 'avin' a thought here, magical mirror. I'm thinking to meself, I'm thinking, 'Jack. You've got a real opportunity here, ey? A real opportunity... to go on adventures... to sail to the furthest reaches of the world and leave your mark on it...'

But, ah... I suppose I'm confused on a few bitsy teeny points. For example... [He smacks his lips together and then presses them together in a thin line before shouting-] where the bloody hell am I?!

I was about to use me pistol on the big-baddy and I've been kidnapped by... someone. That's another good question: who kidnapped me? And while we're at it... let's see... when do we go home? Why are we here? What do they want with us? And... where do you keep your rum?

[He pauses.] In fact, why don't we move that last question up to the front of the line? And then let's squeak in a question about where my pistol is. I want my sword, too, aye, but the pistol... it's important. I'm savin' it for a rainy day, savvy?

That's... all. Be gone, magical mirror!

[He pulls the device back a little, and you can see his brows furrow as he tries to figure out how to turn it off. And then he's pressing everywhere on it until he finally, accidentally (but thankfully) turns it off.]
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[personal profile] lovingsacrifice
Who: Lily Potter
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: On Marsiva
When: Arrival, late Thursday

Hello, uh.. I feel like I used to be so much better at this.

Alright, I was here, I don't know how long ago it was for all of you. For me it was years. But does anyone recall Lily Evans?

I'm looking specifically for Tyrion Lannister and Captain Furiosa, or a pony named Cheese? If anyone knows them I'd really like to get back in touch with them. If they've gone home I'd like to know that too. Or anyone who has heard of Hogwarts, that's possibly a long shot though.
touchallthebooks: (I guess I go in...)
[personal profile] touchallthebooks
Who: Khadgar | OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Windrose
When: now

[Look, someone is actually taking it easily, making notes and recording everything that happened lately so he can go through it all later and pick thing apart.]

I'm probably looking too much into this but-

[He shifts, wincing slightly as he sits more upright.]

We're here for entertainment right? Could Atroma have staged that attack? It doesn't seem like they gave a damn during the attack and, I mean, the Marsiva wasn't touched, was it? What would be more entertaining for people than seeing us all in real danger?

If they're willing to just kidnap us, they wouldn't be above this!
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[personal profile] shockjock
Who: Livewire
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide!
Action: Anyone aboard the SS Heron
When: Early morning hours of the 28th (Video), throughout the day (Action)


[Whether deliberately or by pure accident, the newest Communications Officer is abruptly dropped onto the bridge of her new cell posting, the Heron. Sure, she'd kept to herself aboard the Marsiva, mostly trying to figure out what was what by eavesdropping on everyone else, but she'd hit the breaking point and started pounding on locked doors near the end there. Which was why it was hard to say whether the timing of her sudden arrival was by accident or by design, as she'd shown up mid-tirade.]

-boot right up your sorry alien...!

[Aaaaand cue the confetti and tinny fanfare. That, and Livewire's immediate realization that she was no longer where she had been just a few moments ago. There's an obvious look of shock on her face at the sudden transition, but it's quickly replaced by one of seething fury. Which, admittedly, probably wasn't made any better by all the confetti falling deciding it'd be super neat if it reminded her that static cling still exists, and now she's a polka-dot confetti'd mess.

And it takes all of two seconds of gritted teeth and growling before she's a polka-dotted, smoking confetti'd mess as each piece starts to smolder, seeing as how she's currently jettisoning enough electricity to pass for an oddly human-looking Tesla coil. Hopefully those stray arcs of electric current that've started firing off around her don't hit anything expensive, but at least for the moment it's mostly the floor and bulkheads taking all the hits.]

Action )

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