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[personal profile] misterprongs
Who: James Potter [[personal profile] 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. ]
timelapsed: on this ship full of losers (i'm the coolest person here)
[personal profile] timelapsed
Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]
scar: (105th.)
[personal profile] scar
Who: harry potter & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: aboard the ss pathstone
When: feb 25-29. (net) / mar 01. (action)

feb 25-29. fleetwide broadcast.

[The feed starts with a panting boy, not much older than eighteen, a fairly ordinary looking boy, dressed in quite simple attire, the only strange feature being the lightning-shaped scar above a brow. Appearing to have just woken up from what might be a nightmare, he clutches at the mark, squinting as though confused, as if he expects something that isn't quite right. His hand absentmindedly searches for an item alongside him on the bed before plucking a pair of glasses that he places at the bridge of his nose. That's when he seems to notice his surroundings, the blur of his vision finally fading, and he frantically looks about the area.]

Ron!? Hermione!? Hermione! [His voice is panicked, worry swelling from his throat to his words.] Are you — ?

[The feed is accidentally knocked over, shutting off for some moments. When it comes back, it seems a span of minutes has passed and the boy appears much more collected, breathing more steadily. His voice is still slightly shaky but he manages to speak quite clearly.]

Does anyone ... do you happen to believe in, in magic? [A simple question, but it'd narrow down whether he's in wizard or muggle territory.] Or is the word Hogwarts familiar in any possible way?


action aboard the ss pathstone. )

001; video

Feb. 6th, 2016 02:44 pm
reek: (Default)
[personal profile] reek
Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: He'll be moping around the SS Paisley if you really need him
When: Current

[ The young man that sits before the camera is clearly both agitated and frustrated. Don't ask him about how he's settling in; the look on his face tells the story well enough. Not only did he have a terrible first day, but he spent nearly an hour working out what this strange device's actual purpose was.

To make up for lost time, his message is short and to the point, heavily punctuated by his angry tone:
]

Who do I speak to about an under-qualified captain?

[ This is a declaration of war. ]
steeledskin: (# walk through fire to save my life)
[personal profile] steeledskin
Who: Sansa Stark and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: Come find her on the Blue Fish!
When: Today!

[ the first time nyssa al ghul misses their weekly appointment, sansa chalks it up to circumstance. something came up; she must be a busy woman, and cannot be in all places at all times. but then a second week goes by with no notice, and when sansa attempts to reach her on nyssa's frequency, all she gets is static. then, dead air.

it takes her a few days to talk herself into addressing the fleet at large, but reasons that should anything have happened to her friend -- well, someone ought to know. so a solemn-faced young woman with copper roots showing flickers onto the communications devices. ]


Nyssa al Ghul hasn't answered any messages -- not for some time, I don't think. [ she swallows. her mouth feels dry. like she can guess the reason already, but refuses to believe it. her words are suffused with worry and sadness. ] I-is she well? Has something happened to her? It might be the crew of the Red Fish have some knowledge of where she is. Please, has anyone spoken to her of late? Seen her?

[ today, she wears the gold bracelets and the intricate hair-pins nyssa once gifted to her. sansa tries to persuade herself she's not wearing them in memory of a lost friend. ]
partialities: (pic#9981771)
[personal profile] partialities
Who: margaery tyrell.
Broadcast: fleet wide.
Action: Marsiva ; hospitality deck
When: current

[ the girl who sits in front of the camera seems as if she is quite well-versed in this manner of communication. if she had spent precious time watching others from afar before trying her hand at it as to not look foolish, it does not show. the only hint of how foreign she is to this setting is her manner of dress but give it a few seconds and you might start thinking this is somehow natural, too.

after all, she does seem very comfortable. Margaery's smile is sweet and bright, her hair is flowing down her shoulders and a few roses are placed neatly in her lap, almost a portrait-worthy moment before she speaks. ]


If I am not entirely mistaken, these are our best chance of speaking to one another. I did not wish to appear ill-mannered in failing to introduce myself.

[ to her fellow hostages and to the audience watching. she made certain to appear especially lovely for this. if they love you from the first moment, they shall be yours forever if you mind your step. ]

I am Margaery of House Tyrell; some of you I had the pleasure of meeting already and as for the rest, I am eager to speak to you as soon as it pleases you. I understand we are to spend quite some time together and it would please me to know each and every one of you. I am certain you have fascinating tales to tell of your time here or where you come from; if you ever wish to share, I shall be honored to provide company. I know little of such vessels and adventures but I am keen to learn all that I may.

[ and win whatever game this is. she dips her chin, a humble gesture. ]

For now, I hope I am welcome among you and dearly hope this finds you well.
misterprongs: (✳ c'mon.)
[personal profile] misterprongs
Who: James Potter [[personal profile] misterprongs]
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: U.S.S. Paisley.
When: Now!

[ james has been on the fleet for some time now, and has gotten into a routine. said routine has been shifted about slightly, due to their landing on the station. he's been working and exploring the city and trying out half a dozen things that he probably shouldn't, but for now, he's decided to embark on an entirely different adventure. ]

ε=ε=┏( >_<)┛

ε=ε=┏( ・_・)┛

ᕕ( ◎_◎)ᕗ

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ

(,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

!!Σ(゚Д゚;≡≡≡≡≡ヾ(;゚д゚)/

-(゜Д゜;)-ン! \|  ̄ヘ ̄|/

\|  ̄ヘ ̄|/ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ

\|  ̄ヘ ̄|/ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ

\|  ̄ヘ ̄|/ ʕ•̫͡•ʕ*̫͡*ʕ•͓͡•ʔ-̫͡-ʕ•̫͡•ʔ*̫͡*ʔ-̫͡-ʔ

¯\_(ツ)_/¯


[ that's it

that's the entire post ]

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Jan. 27th, 2016 08:53 pm
gifted_witch: (pic#9934749)
[personal profile] gifted_witch
Who: Lily Evans and OTA
Broadcast: Fleetwide/Video
Action: First Breath or her temp job at the office of manifests and inventory
When: Wednesday evening

Hello, I was hoping someone could point me in the right direction for finding cooking ingredients. I'd like to make a cake, chocolate cake. There's an occasion coming up and I'd like to be able to share something special for it.

So any direction would be appreciated.

[Private to Tyrion]

I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me, it's for my birthday this week. I thought since I am away from home maybe I could go with friends and so far that list is mostly you and Remus.
thespaceopera: (hello)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[On today's episode of the Drift Fleet:

The cargo holds are full of mysterious crates! The crews are filling beyond capacity with new faces! Official alerts are informing the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are docking at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke!

What are they going to do!? Stay tuned to find out!


...Meaning, this is a kickoff mingle for you all to enjoy the beginning of the latest plot setting. This is a convenient place to start threads relating to the first week of the event-- meeting new crewmembers, reacting to the mysterious cargo, arriving on the station and discovering that you're all broke, etc.

Tag around, start whatever you'd like, have fun. And, as always, feel free to make your own posts and mingles from here on in, as this will be the only mod-posted one for this event!]

( #001 )

Jan. 22nd, 2016 09:41 pm
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[personal profile] brainiest
Who: Hermione Granger and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, baby
When: From now until shuffle!

[ When she wakes up, the first thing that's obvious to her is that this is not her house; it's nothing like it, and that's more than enough to have her drop her hands to her hip - where, again, there's nothing familiar. The next stop is around her neck and it's obvious that she finds some comfort there, her fingers sliding around a ring before she breathes out and moves to sit up. At least some things are familiar, and she recognises a video feed when she sees it, lifting her free hand to push her hair out of her eyes. ]

Well, this isn't the Drabwurld, is it.

[ She sounds remarkably put out about it, shifting to stand and adjust her weight, her fingers finally dropping away from the ring around her neck. It's only then that she really looks into her feed, wondering if it worked just like the lockets did - and, at the same time, wondering if she ought to be afraid. Considering the number of worlds and things she saw and went through in the Drabwurld, however, she thinks that it'll take a little more than this to put her on edge, even without her weapons. ]

I don't suppose anyone here has heard of Nimh Gleanne? Leathann? ... Anything like that?

[ There's a kind of awkward hopefulness in her voice as she tries to smile, the scar on her cheek shifting with her lips. ]

Anyone?
theshabbiestofmen: (Fear ☾I'm not entirely certain that's)
[personal profile] theshabbiestofmen
Who: Remus Lupin
Broadcast:
When: January 14th, early evening

[Remus sits on the floor in James' room, back against the bed, holding the communicator in one hand. The other is tangled in his hair; he pushes his hand through the tangled curls again and again throughout this little speech. Still, he smiles pleasantly enough. This first part is easy, after all.]

Right, hello. My name is Remus Lupin, I've been here a few months, and I've noticed a bit of a trend among those taken. There's quite a few of us with-- well, abilities, for lack of a better word. Abilities that most human beings don't have. They vary, of course, but-- it's an odd consistency. I've met more people with magic than I usually do in a year. Something to think on, perhaps.

In any case: even if it's a meaningless connection-- something that has no significance beyond sheer entertainment value-- I'd be interested to hear what everyone can do. Whether you call it magic or alchemy or even if it's-- god, I don't know, if you have a talent for juggling, I'd be interested. I want to know more about what kind of company I keep.

[His smile fades, now, and he hesitates visibly.]

For example, I, ah. I'm a wizard. Wand and all. I can do magic, which means anything from transfiguration to charms to knowing what plants to use to brew a good cold remedy. It's hardly infallible, but it's certainly useful. And, ah . . .

I'm a werewolf as well. The sort that only changes once a month. It's lasted here, but I seem to have control over it. I take quite a few precautions, so-- so it won't be a problem. I'm not the only werewolf here, nor the only other supernatural creature, but--

[He shrugs. His face is pale, now, the little scars standing out sharply against his skin-- but he forces himself to keep talking.]

I'm used to keeping it a secret at home. And I'm sure others are as well. So I suppose this is a . . . a way to let everyone know. Even if they don't want to tell anyone else, they know they're not alone.

[His mouth twists in a wry smirk.]

That, and I'm tired of keeping it a secret.

01

Jan. 13th, 2016 06:08 pm
gifted_witch: (and you want to know why?)
[personal profile] gifted_witch
Who: Lily Evans
Broadcast: Video/Fleetwide (she's still learning)
Action: Wandering the First Breath finding her feet.
When: After the shuffle

All right, that looks about...

Oh, hello. I think I've done this thing right.

[A youngish red head was looking around herself, the interior of the ship clear in the background. She's in some hallways somewhere.]

Well, this is a bit sad to say but, can anyone direct me to the labs? Sorry, I should introduce myself first. Lily Evans here, I guess I'm your new lab support personnel. Blimey if I know what all that entails but, I was always a fair hand at potions.

Right, well then if anyone could be so kind, pointing me in the right direction would be appreciated.

[And belatedly.]

Thanks.
mistyday: <user name=iconmunism site=tumblr.com> (hell)
[personal profile] mistyday
Who: Misty Day
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: January 5

[A woman wearing all black lies face up in her bunk, perfectly still, her arms straight out by her sides. It's impossible to tell if she's breathing or not, but surely she must be, right?

Right?

Watch long enough and you'll see her come alive, shooting straight up with a gasp that becomes a heart-wrenching sob. Tears stream down her face and she rocks back and forth. She's saying something over and over, but the only word that can be heard clearly is "No, no, no." This goes on for a long minute before she really seems to realize where she is.

Or rather, where she is not.]


Cordelia?!

[She scrambles out of the bed and stands in the middle of the room, calling out in her thick Louisiana accent.]

Zoe? .... Myrtle?

[She sinks back on to the bed, clutching her head in her hands, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as she tries to fight the panic.]

Shit, shit, shit. Oh God, please, help me. This ain't right at all.

[Not knowing what else to do, she assumes her prior position, closes her eyes, and starts to chant. Those from Earth might recognize it as Latin.]

Spiritu duce, in me est. [Deep breath.] Spiritu... duce. Spiritu - [Another sob and she rolls over on her side and curls into a fetal position.] No, no. I can't... I can't go back there.

video;

Jan. 4th, 2016 08:19 am
avaricious: (Annoyed)
[personal profile] avaricious
Who: Greed
Broadcast: All
Action: The Huntress
When: Now!

That was real mature of you guys all skipping out on the Huntress just because I was made captain. [Literally just inputted a request into the computer for that. Nothing more.] I hope you all enjoy your new ships, because the Huntress is going to do just fine without you.

[He is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OKAY being ditched. He didn't even like you guys! Except he's not, because it makes him cranky and he's stuck kicking around on the Huntress trying to beat the high score on their new pinball machine. He's never played anything like it before, so he finds the experience pretty frustrating. But if anything, he's just bored and annoyed at having his 'possessions' taken away from him.]

one

Dec. 22nd, 2015 06:32 pm
kingofbadlifechoices: (still not sure if want)
[personal profile] kingofbadlifechoices
Who: Robb Stark & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide broadcast & some action
Action: The Marsiva
When: 22nd of December

broadcast )


action )

video;

Dec. 12th, 2015 12:51 am
huaaaaagh: <user name=fontech> (do we have buns!?)
[personal profile] huaaaaagh
Who: Kirito + Anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: Just prior the arriving at the new planet, really


[The broadcast starts with a sudden crash, and the clattering sound of the communicator hitting the floor, bouncing a bit, then displaying a view of the blank ceiling, accented at the edges with... smoke? Yep, that is definitely some smoke. After a pause, there is a muffled curse, a cough, and finally, Kirito retrieves the machine off the floor and heads out into the hall.]

Sorry, sorry- that wasn't intentional...

...Ah, but since it's up and running, before I forget: has anyone seen a girl named Yuuki around? I haven't been able to track her down for a while. Around my age, purple hair, sometimes flies? I'd really appreciate if you can pass a message on for me.

[Someone apparently has not experienced the whole "people go home" aspect of this place yet.

Anyone venturing around the Iskaulit might bump into him doing a number of things- reconstructing a gun in one of the empty rooms, moping pondering things quietly in an area with a view of space, or swinging said gun around in a rather un-gun-like manner in the exercise area. He's a busy guy this week.]
theshabbiestofmen: that meets the road that goes to my house, and how the green grows there (Default)
[personal profile] theshabbiestofmen
Who: Remus & James; Remus & the crew of the Paisley
Broadcast:
Action: on the Paisley
When: Last week of November!

closed to James;

werewolves of space: the unauthorized sequel to werewolves of london )

on the Paisley; open to all crew

let's talk about flea control )

closed to Mal;

they need to start a support group for blood-lusting creatures )

001

Dec. 2nd, 2015 08:53 am
flickerflash: (glamour in the air)
[personal profile] flickerflash
Who: Katie and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 1st December

[Oh. Well, this is new.

The bunks are comfy enough, and it's not exactly the first time Katie has found herself in an unfamiliar place. (Is it Thursday?) But it is the first time she's woken up in one for a long time, and so she squints at the door for a long moment trying to remember what she was last doing.

Then she peels off the bunk, blanket and all, and shuffles her way out to explore. She's not particularly worried, and most confusion goes right out the window when she see the giant windows that let her see out into space because seriously. She rockets over, face smooshed against the glass. That's probably where anyone on the Marsiva can find her for a long time, because space. Spaaace. This is the best accidental visit ever.

Much later, she'll actually think to check the comms, and only when she goes looking for the one she's meant to have. She turns up on the feed still with the sheet half draped over her curls and her nose still a little red from her mushed space-watching, and addresses the network cheerfully in a British accent.]


I think I took a left turn. Are we really in space? That's not just a clever painting or something, is it? Does that mean there are spacesuits? Can I go out in it? Is anyone here that I know? And what buttons do I push to leave again? Not that I didn't turn up here on purpose, because I've always wanted to see space and I really can't jump that far. Oh, but I should probably make sure, so if you could help I'd be much obliged.

...oh, I need a sword, too. Mine ran away.

[Hello, I am nine and full of questions and lies. But genuinely, she is curious. Something is afoot.

(But space.)]
timelapsed: maybe (i might be cooler than you)
[personal profile] timelapsed
Who: Anybody!
Broadcast: Fleetwide vidya
Action: Aboard the Paisley
When: 11/30

[ The video feed clicks on to show the inside of one of the Paisley's personnel rooms - which has a decent number of photographs posted up on the wall. Residents might even see shots taken of themselves up on the wall, taken from their recent - and extended - stay at the Marsiva.

The shot quickly pans over to Max herself, though. ]


Stardate, forty-one two-seventeen.

We have survived the journey into our very minds, but at what cost?

[ She was pretty obviously joking, but she drops that tone pretty quickly. ] Okay, that really was pretty messed up. And to anybody who was inside my head, please ignore any and everything you saw.

In better news, our "watchful hosts" are pretty decent at giving gifts. I've got some extra film now, so I figured I'd offer my services if anybody wants, like, a group picture for their ship? On an actual picture that you can hang up or hold onto. I know everything's digital these days, but it might be nice to have something physical to remember each other by.

And speaking of awesome gifts, you should all check out the media file they left. If you haven't found it yet, you can find a folder on the network with everybody's names. They left all sorts of stuff on there.

Mine is the most amazing science-fiction movie of all time. I don't care what people say, it was way ahead of its time. You can check out everybody's files, so you can take a look yourselves if you want. Paisley, we're having a movie night so we can watch it. [ Since she didn't have a chance to force everybody while they were on the Marsiva. ]

...By the way, Ino, delete yours. I immediately regretted my entire life when I saw that one.

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