driftfleet | Entries tagged with jayden price

Who: Jayden and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide
Action: Planetside, if you want
When: Right now!

[ It's a simple text, but hey, hopefully it will help someone else out there. ]

just found out the huge monster doesn't like light. magic or other, doesn't matter. the brighter the better.

chased it off. couldn't kill it. don't know when it will be back again.

[ Hell, she even attaches her location, for anyone who might be tracking this thing. Knock yourselves out.

Aaand if anyone happens to actually go to the planet to find her, she's hanging out in a small town, looking for a place to stock up on ammo and possibly get a bandage or three. Her hair is also still a little bit static-y. Lightning powers do that to you, after all. ]

goldenglasses

Who: Vash and you
Broadcast: None
Action: A catch all for the Planet!
When: Any time until the drift starts happening again!

Twin Roses

[Your co-captain hasn't been sleeping much. Usually up at all hours when he's not visiting the planet or working at The Space Bar. Pouring over some of the maps he's been attempting to keep of their travels. Watering the planets on the ship. Playing quietly with the animals. If it's not in the middle of the night he'll practice his harmonica. Basically doing anything he can to not fall asleep.

But sleep eventually will catch him. Catch him as he's sprawled out sideways in the arm chair with his legs danging over the sides of the armrest. One arm draped over his face and the other limp on the floor. He may look like he's peacefully sleeping, but approach with care - it's not a pleasant dream he's currently having and his gun is still on his hip. Although the safety is on for those with keen enough eyes to notice.]

Le...go... [Comes the occasional mutter.]

Inside The Vault

[Those who know how important life is to Vash may be surprised to see how unemotional he is at finding all the bodies. There's just an unsurprised, yet disappointed sigh as he takes glasses out of his pocket and slides them onto his face.

"Here we go again." Is the thought that crosses his mind. He knows better than to touch or move the bodies. Back home he would dig a mass grave when he would come upon scenes like this, but not this time. Instead going one by one next to them. Stopping at each to say a small, silent prayer for them and bowing his head.]

I'm so sorry, that you were locked away and forgotten.

In the Desert

[This place has been a painful and constant reminder of the challenge he must face back home. It's also an excuse to blow off some steam, but out in the desert Vash can be found shooting his gun over and over. He's strung up a bed cloth with a crude target painted onto it. It flutters now and then in the breeze. He's chosen to use his old fashion revolver. Again and again there is the crack of gunshot and bullet casings litter the ground by his feet.

Yet the bed sheet seems to have only one small hole in the middle of it. Maybe he's just that terrible of a shot? Can't hit the broad side of a sheet.]

The Space Bar

[Catch Vash here while he's at work and he'll have a friendly smile and the food is decent as always. When he's not working, but not ready to go home he sits and drinks quietly at the bar. Thinking things over. He won't say no to company as he slowly nurses his drink.]

A Bar - Later - Locked to Anders

[Now Vash does want to be alone. He's found himself a bar on the planet that he thinks no one else will visit. He drinks himself to a point where he thinks he can sleep without nightmares, but it doesn't work. He wakes with a start and nearly falls from his bar stool as the empty bottle of whiskey falls to the floor and shatters.] Aw hell...

[He was going to have to clean that up. Even here he was cleaning up messes caused by his brother. Even if he was just in nightmare form that time. No... wait... he doesn't need to clean that up. In a few hours it will be like it never happened. Like nothing mattered here.

Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. NOTHING MATTERED!

He grabs his empty glass and chucks it into the bottles still standing behind the bar. They shatter with a satisfying sound. He's never had a real outburst like this and he had to admit it felt good for the moment. He picks up a bar stool and smashes it over the bar with a scream and just keeps going from there.

Eventually he runs out of energy and sits quietly again with his drink on one of the few reaming bar stools. No, he does not care that his one fist is bleeding or there's a cut just above his eye where some glass hit him. He actually didn't even notice the second one.

He plans to sit there in the ruined bar and make sure everything reverts back to normal before he leaves. Surely no one will come and interrupt him here.]

monolike

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14

Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

→ More system info is here!

ginger_firebird

Who: Mantis and all

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Planetside
When: Today

How odd. How strange. How utterly devoid of anything. Mantis can't call himself one to be paranoid without reason, hence his wariness of going to the planet in the first place. It was only after seeing others interact with the town without dying that he felt any safety in visiting on his own. All the little robots, the sheer sense of emptiness in the presence of signs people had clearly existed... He sincerely hoped that whatever drove away the locals was long gone.

Thus, the feed opens up to the gentle plink plink clatter of him at the ring toss game along the theme park's midway. It was a different kind of repetitive task that he could sink his thoughts into and some of the prizes looked interesting enough he'd be willing to keep one in his little room. All the same, he does look on edge, twisting his head to look over his shoulder.

"Am I the only one thinking this place has the look and feel of life that used to be? It isn't a dead planet by any means, but higher lifeforms like us don't exist for miles. I'd have sensed something by now."

Plink. Plink. Clatter clatter clatter...

"Oh. I won one of the smaller prizes." He tosses a ring up into the air where it hovers and starts to orbit his hand. "Not that there is anyone to enforce the rules. Instinct tells me that I shouldn't stay long in this place. It looks safe. Probably is safe. But it's not...safe. Perhaps that might make more sense to someone else here."

padadin

Who: Shiro and you
Broadcast: Yes, fleet wide
Action: if you want, his workaholic ass will be at the planet's library ~~don't tell ulaz~~
When: like... two days after arriving to the new system
Note: Shiro took Lance and Keith (the three of them being pilots) to check on the rest of the planet and try to find civilization. If you also play a pilot, feel free to assume Shiro recruited them too! Mods said there is only nature and more nature, no other cities, so I didn't see the point of threading that out and we handwaved it. The city is where shit is going down. If an engineer wants to follow his tracker idea you can see the results here. Also feel free to use this post to threadjack if you character wants to discuss information with another!

I'm sure I'm not the only one finding this place too good to be true, am I?

Some other pilots and I took the pods and tried to find other signs of civilization outside the main city, but the rest of the planet is just wilderness. After everything we've learned about terraforming projects and Atroma, I think it'd be wise to get as much information as possible from this planet too. It looks empty, but the library is large, especially the science section, which talks about inspiration for future convenient settlements in different points of the galaxy. There's a news building too - I haven't looked deeply into it but a quick look showed me files just abruptly stop after certain date. It's a lot to go through, so we should synchronize our work: each person could go for a different section to cover more information in the least amount of time. Teamwork can always go a long way.

Has any engineer tried to track the droids? Has the planet talked to any person with the ability to listen? Abandoned cities aren't a new concept but the lack of any signs of life is incredibly eerie.

onlyanapple

Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Philias
When: 18th

[The feed opens to Crowley lounging (still in his full suit and tie, he's not an animal) on a deck chair in Philias. From the looks of it, he's in one of the decidedly hotter parts of it, but he doesn't seem to be affected by the heat at all- neither does his communicator, nor the pitcher of margarita he's drinking from. You could almost be forgiven that he's lounging around on a nice, summer's day and not in something approaching the temperatures of the center of the Earth.]

Now this is what I call a much more pleasant planet. More of these, less of the snow, please and thank you, Atroma. I'll even offer you guys a bribe, you know, to keep up the entertainment levels. [He flashes the camera a sharp-toothed smile.] There's a new game for you on the network, people, enjoy it and hopefully it'll buy me a couple more planets like this.

[True to his word, there's a file on the network entitled 'Simple Little Game' - within it is something reminiscent of a certain rage game. In it, a player controls a Nunnilis, sitting in a fish bowl with only a pick-axe with which to drag themselves up an increasingly difficult mountain. The controls are ridiculously difficult- too sensitive one moment, not sensitive enough the next. It's designed to be difficult, rage inducing and addictive. To make things worse, Crowley has added his own commentary to it- offering insincere words of encouragement, or the occasional quote about failure- usually when the player needs to concentrate the most.]

There's a prize for anyone who finishes it.

[If someone finishes it, their prize is literally this gif. Congrats. You won :)]

theroadwarrior

Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Iskaulit, SS Starstruck.
When: Throughout the month and stuff.

Introspection and whatnot.

[Max has had a hell of a two years, eh? Though one supposes he's had a hell of a last two decades, really, but for him this place has been better and worse than home in ways he'll never be able to particularly prescribe to paper. The visions are lesser. The social ineptitudes are still so-so, though one could say he's at least warmed up to the idea of having a name and people he particularly gravitates towards. He doesn't... know a lot of people in the fleet. Not know them, not like he knows his crew, but he doesn't seem to particularly mind how limited he's left his pool of trusted.

Because he only just figured out how to trust people, like... a year ago. Not counting Furiosa, for whom he'd grapple the imperator of Hell itself over, but that's a whole 'nother series of strange emotions he can't put to pen and paper. Anyway. Big two years. Gained faces, lost most of a leg, figured out how to not always fly with swinging fists when the memories seep out from his brain and into the veins of his eyes and whatnot.

He's still the weird guy who sits, silent, in almost any situation, but... at least he's wearing different shirts and doesn't have a beard down to his nipples. These are entirely big improvements.]

Iskaulit Gym Action.

[Now that he's got his fake leg, courtesy of one Howard Stark, he's started getting back into shape. Because suddenly having a prosthetic doesn't mean you magically are the bionic man, yunno? Gotta actually learn to use it; use it or lose it. He's in the gym aboard the Iskaulit, training himself — running, weights, tripping on his own two feet, the works. One can find him here, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt before leaping right back into motion.

Nothing better than to have this to focus on, when you're Mad Max. This is far better than what he could be focusing on, all of which are hallucinatory and far out of date. Still, Peggy's talk of marriage has managed to dredge up a few things that he has a hard time shaking. Things like pillow talks and burping ankle biters and curly hair he had to sweep to find eyes. High school lovebirds. Picnics n' stupid shit that don't actually feel so stupid. The past.

He goes to the punching bag when he gets to the end of the film reel in his head, the one that ends the home movies and starts the terrible trek across the desert to find a place to die. He's getting better, though. Really. His brow is always creased like that, like something's offensive.

He stops to take off said leg for a bit, because even if it's science fiction garble, it's still a stump and it still hurts when you walk on it for a long time (or run on it, or jump on it, or curse on it). Anyway. Come visit the idiot in the gym, whatever he's doing.]

STARSTRUCK. | cw: PTSD episode (but coping strategies, thanks Sam)

[A darker night, at some point, brings him to the lounge. Or rather, you're brought to the lounge by the sounds of the record player, playing one of those old vinyls. It's a low tone, low enough that it would make sense — the sounds of someone not wanting people to know the record is playing, instead of inviting the company openly.

Max is sitting on the couch there, head bowed low, one hand rolling the pieces of a bracelet on his wrist compulsively, an open bottle of whiskey opened beside him on a table. He's apparently still in his night clothes - an undershirt and sweats, something of which is a new thing, the concept of putting on 'sleeping clothes' instead of being hyper-alert in his regular battle garb - and has foregone putting on the leg. The crutch leaning on the couch explains how he got out here without too much fuss.

Judging by the fervent but inaudible mumbling and the careful fidgeting of the bracelet, he didn't come out here enjoyably, though. If one listens closely enough past the music, they could hear the repetition of names, names of people aboard the SS Starstruck, and then the names of the other fleet ships.

Reminders of where he really is, instead of where his mind tortures him with.]

TEXT. | ANONYMOUS.

what's changed you here on this ship?
how's it changed you?

you think it's for better, or worse?

[OOC: Or...! If you have a wildcard or prompt you wanna do, hit me up at

simpledog, because I'm down for anything!]

throwsdown

Who: Takeshi and you!
Broadcast: everyone
Action: Goldstone if wanted
When: RIGHT AT MIDNIGHT, RIGHT INTO 2018.

[3.... 2.... 1....]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CROWLEY!!!

[BLOWS KAZOOS AND POPS POPPERS]

thespaceopera

[ 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...~ ♪ ))

ahappylie

Who: Okita vs Everyone
Broadcast: No
Action: Everywhere on the Fleet
When: During the drift

[He was asleep for so long that he had very little time on the planet. But he only needed a little time to get what he needed. Just after the drift begins and the planet is a distant spark on the horizon, he starts flitting from ship to ship and cabin to cabin to find people.

Action for Goldstone
For the members of his crew, he has a little gift for everyone. He'll be coming by crew cabins or finding people at their stations, anywhere they are, so he can deliver a little handwrapped present with a smile.

Action for the Fleet
With his main gifts given out, he'll start shuttling over to ships at random. Wonder what that noise is in the cargo bay? What about that weird banging noise in the kitchen? Well it's the Fleet's resident samurai, piglet in tow, and he's leaving little gift baskets for each ship - candy, non-perishables like dried fruit and canned goods, shower gel, a flamingo hat, random weird junk like these things, etc. Whatever he could buy down on the planet, he's stuffed into baskets and is leaving them on every ship for everyone.

Or you could find him wandering the Iskaulit with Saizou trailing behind passing out brightly colored candies. Who knows what flavors they are - maybe Floot Loops.]

stormfist

Who: Jayden (

stormfist), Ochako (

willynilly), Fie (

sylphid), and Aizawa (

expellerhead)
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: YEP - planeside! in a car!!!
When: a little while after Ochako's post asking for driving lessons

[ This started as Jayden answering Ochako's request for a driving instructor. And, you know, someone to help her get out of her upside-down vehicle. Bless. And it was going rather well! They went through some basics, got out of the parking lot and onto the road - a less busy road, of course.

And then, apparently, they picked up another kid! And a... slug?? Well, okay? But Jayden stuck to her teaching efforts even with the sudden addition of a backseat passenger. It... of course got derailed a little bit here and there, thanks to conversations, and shenanigans, and is that another pet oh my god what?? But hey! No big deal! Things are still rolling! Everything's okay! It's fine. This is fine. This... could be worse. Right? Right.

Oh boy.

Long story short, there is A Lot going on in this car right now, none of which Jayden was prepared for. But she's managing to keep her cool. For now. Lord knows she's just a few seconds away from pulling out her communicator and calling up Aizawa though. She might need some backup here...

At least Ochako's driving well enough! Jayden does verbally correct her on a few things here and there, and God bless the on-board computer for helping out if anything needs substantial correcting. Technology is great, when it's not turning you upside down and backwards for some unknown reason.

.... They're going to end up upside down and backwards for some unknown reason, aren't they? ]

willynilly

Who: Ochako + OTA
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Nowish?

( video / broadcast; )

Ssssoooo... anybody I know have a license to fly those space cars? I want to learn how to drive one! But they said I have to be 18 to drive it alone, so I need an adult with me. I can get the autopilot versions, but, um. They kind of freak me out? ...Also they suck. They really, really suck.

[did I mention the video image shows the background around her looks like it's upside down? because it totally looks like it is.]

Anyway, let me know if you can help! It can't be that different from a shuttle, and I'm not bad with those! Thanks in advance.

( on the planet; )

[how much do the autopilot hovers suck? Ochako's gone and found out the hard way. she's rented one that is exceptionally glitchy- it really likes to fly upside down, which is why her broadcast looks so weird. This isn't such a terrible thing when your superpower is gravity-erasing, but she can only do that for so long before she loses her lunch, so over the course of the rental she might pass people by doing the following:

1) sitting in her seat, upside down, looking awfully green

2) dangling from her clipped seatbelt like it's a swing, legs kicking

3) carefully climbing down the seatbelt trying to reach the ground

She might need a little bit of help. That's if she doesn't straight-up collide with somebody first. Uh, duck?]

Ah- ahhhh, look out!!

spacebro

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: It's been known to happen
Action: Kayanni System (or a ship. I'm not the boss of you)
When: July 21 – August 23

(OOC: System Info)

maledictus_semper

Who: Ardyn Izunia and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish [catch all]
When: Now

SS Red Fish:

Bathroom:

[Ardyn hadn't planned on having the feed being knocked on so others could see it but it seemed he wasn't in a very good mood right now. He was looking into the bathroom mirror staring at his face. His amber eyes reflecting back at him.]

Can I die here? Will you take my life away from me?

[He wasn't talking to himself, not really. He was talking to the Atroma.]

Once immortal due to a curse now you imprison me, causing me to become like a weak-minded fool. How can I end this suffering you bring to me?

[Ardyn gripped the wash basin within his fingers, tightening the grip, before looking up and smashing his fist into the mirror. Glass shot everywhere, whilst the Chancellor felt a slight pain in his knuckles where he struck the glass. There was blood too. He growled out in annoyance more than pain, as he then slammed a fire ball where the mirror used to be, causing it to singe the wall. He is angry. Fucked off.]

Bridge:

[If anyone aboard the Red Fish will notice, Ardyn is at his station at Communications just going about his job. He is quite good at it too. A man with a powerful voice, he now wants to address the fleet with a question or two. He swivelled around from his station and addressed the network.]

Has anyone ever died here and been brought back by the Atroma? I am just wondering how death is treated within this cold vacuum of space. Are our deaths just part of this show to gain viewing figures? Do we actually draw our last breath then get pulled back to the living or do we actually die and get sent back to where we came from?

Can someone enlighten me perhaps?

[He boosted the signal, so hopefully it would reach most within all ships.]

Kitchen:

[If anyone wanders into the kitchen they will find Ardyn making some tea; green tea in fact. He's gotten used to the space gel now and while he didn't like it, had gotten used to the fact he had to like it. There was nothing else. The Chancellor poured himself out a cup of the green, steaming liquid and sighed as he drank.]

Not bad. A pity we still don't have a chef but perhaps we will in due time. Now, all we need in this kitchen is some champagne and some red wine. Where is all the elegance?

[He adjusted his hat onto his head, whilst glancing into a cupboard or two to see if there were some red wine or champagne hidden away. Would the Atroma be so kind? Nope. It didn't seem so.]

Bunk:

[If anyone wanders into the bunk area of the Red Fish they will find Ardyn asleep. Very much asleep and......snoring. That's right. This guy is snoring like a train and he has no idea that his hand has just smacked the network feed on.

He's snoring over the network to any of you who can hear him. Oh dear. One exhausted Chancellor snoring. Good luck with that.]

norwaysown

Who: Signy Mallory and Open
Broadcast: Yes, first part is open network, second part is ship comm
Action: Wonderduck
When: Shortly after the shuffle

Open Network - Video

[ There’s a young-looking woman with silver hair and serious eyes addressing the network. ]

I know that people here come from all sorts of walks of life, but I’m wondering who else has a military background. It seems like there are some things we’d be able to help each other with.

If you can, list your rank, name, and the nature of the service.

For myself it’s Captain, Signy Mallory, and it was a space ship, close to a thousand personnel under my command.

Closed Broadcast to the Wonderduck

Some of you may be aware of the fact that I was a ship’s Captain where I come from, and I have my ideas about how to run a ship now that I'm Captain of this one. I keep a tight hold on my crew, and if you disobey my orders — of which there will be more than you’re likely accustomed — you will face discipline.

If that’s likely to be a problem for you, you’re welcome to take a transfer to another ship. In fact, I would encourage you to.

For those of you who are staying, I’ll be in touch with updates to the ship’s rules soon.

[ If that sounds ominous, it should. ]

thespaceopera

Who: Anyone attending the Ball!
Broadcast: If you’d like.
Action: Orfwyn Dreadhorse’s personal asteroid
When: May 12th - 13th …. 14th if you really like to party.

Welcome to the biggest party of the season! Grab a date, dress up to the nines, and get ready to party the night away! In other words, it’s a mingle! Feel free to make a top level with any prompts or styles you prefer.

( Get the Details! )

huaaaaagh

Who: A well-balanced party- AKA Kirito, Asuna, Nightingale, Opal, Jayden, and Nami
Broadcast: N/A
Action: One of the underwater ruins
When: During this month!

[At some point after getting Nightingale to stop screaming, a proper party is assembled! They've got everything: tanks, mages, DPS, puzzle-solvers! This whole dungeon crawl should be a cinch, right? It's not like any of them have a tendency to attract bad luck or sudden disaster.

H e h. Good luck, nerds.]

(( if none of the below thread mingles satisfy you write your own i'm not your mom!!! ))

stormfist

Who: Jayden and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes - fleetwide
Action: If you want? - SS Goldstone
When: not too long after the latest shuffle

[ Oh, look. Another week, another round of people coming and going. She happens to be looking through posts and information on her device (out of sheer boredom) when she notices something in the rosters change... Curiosity gets the better of her, and she reads through the list, noting anything different. She especially notes the absence of a certain name. And she really, really especially notices that it's now impossible to contact her. ... Damn.

So, she sends out a text to the network as a whole instead. ]

if anyone's looking for Betamax-8, Exo Warlock, used to be on the bishop - name's stricken from roster. so she's gone.

[ She wants to say "gone home" but she's not sure she believes that. Jesus, now that she's actually confronted personally with people she knows coming-and-going, she has to think about it, and it's all... off-putting. How about that. ]

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.

((OOC: PS FEEL FREE TO JUMP EACH OTHER TOO))

thespaceopera

Suddenly, the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to two different points, a certain distance apart, away from the other ships of the fleet. Then, just as slowly, they turn to face each other.

And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.

Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo toward each other, perfectly lined up for a head-on collision, and there is nothing to stop them. No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.

CRASH!!

As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.

One ship that is... very clearly made up of parts from the SS Pathstone and the SS Golden, but somehow seems well put together, at least!

-----------

On the bridge, the crews of the SS Golden and the SS Pathstone arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:

"Congratulations - SS Goldstone!
Happy Fusion!"

... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.

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[Open | Text] So what flavor would you like for your jam(jar)

Video

ACTION / ANONYMOUS TEXT.

just a quick but important broadcast

it's gonna rain - and it never ends

[action] not-so-secret completely off-season santa

GET IN LOSER

do these things come with barf bags?

Kayanni System Mingle

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EVENT MINGLE | Dreadhorses's Formal Ball

can a fairy fly underwater??

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Look - up in the sky...!

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