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Who:Catelyn Stark
Broadcast:fleetwide
Action: she's still on the Caprine
When: now seems as good a time as any

[ She could be on any of the ships, from all you can tell from what little you see. She has the look of one who hasn't rested properly in some time, yet there is more than a little determination there. She leans forward and faces the camera squarely. She is not one to run and hide away. It may be unwise to so openly speak, yet she will brave the consequences. ]

My fellow unwilling passengers, what can you tell me of the Atroma? I know little myself and perhaps that is the case for us all, yet it is possible we all hold some small facet of the puzzle.

widow_of_the_crag

Who: Jeyne Westerling
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: She can be found on Blue Fish
When: 5/02

[If she had been hysterical before, it doesn't show now. Jeyne seems composed and calm when she switches on the feed, despite what she has to announce to the Fleet. It isn't the first time she's faced this, but it's the first time that she's been here when it happened.]

For those that might need him, Robb will be unable to tend to his duties or visit for awhile. He's currently asleep. [She won't say coma, she won't say stasis or whatever else it was called. He was asleep and he'd wake up again.] Seeker is with me, but he might some exercise. If someone could help me with him? I don't want to leave Robb while he is sleeping.

I will also have to defer my duties for a time to another. I know this is an inconvenience, I am sorry for that.

Thank you.

choseviolence

Who: Cersei & OPEN!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: onboard the Bishop
When: anytime. Witness the catchup post!

[Cersei isn't aware she's being filmed... this whole video thing is still new to her, though she's fairly certain she's figured out the ins and outs of it. She's been quiet, withdrawn; an unusual state for a Lannister. Mostly because she's seen Jaime on the videos and hasn't quite been able to bring herself to contacting him first. At the end of the day, Cersei is a Lannister and she certainly knows how to sulk with the best of them. Consequently, she's pulling one of her classic 'you didn't come to find me immediately, so now you're too late, figure out how to make it up to me without going off to Dorne' sulks.

She, of course, missed the one where he asked about her, naturally. Because when have things ever been easy when it came to Cersei Lannister?

Count your blessings, Jaime, that she's been too engrossed in her work this eve to notice the spectacle you've made of yourself.

No, she has been caught up in her own little world, carefully stretching her fingers as Captain. Things have run smoothly, so far, and there's a tiny part of her--okay, an exceedingly large part--that wishes there was some way to send this knowledge back to her long-dead father. Just so he can roll in his grave.

There's a different reason, however, as to why she's stayed withdrawn and the image shifts slightly to show the work in her hand. She's given up on her longer, flowy dresses and has taken to wearing the clothes of the day. Pants are still an interesting point of order, however. However, there's one thing she cannot abide and that is not having a Lannister lion adorning her clothing. So she has been working for the past few weeks, emblazoning the lion on the back of one of her jackets.

Yes, her. Stitching. You heard me.

She's not completely incompetent when it comes to the finer arts, even if she's always had her clothes made for her. She is, however, a lady and still remembers certain stitches from her youth. It may not be perfect but the smile on her face as she runs her fingers over the red and yellow is beatific.]

onehandwonder

Who: Jaime Lannister
Broadcast: video, fleetwide
Action: onboard the Iskaulit
When: after boozing it up with Theon

[The feed begins with a jumpy view of the floor, then the ceiling, then maybe a wall, part of a face, a toilet, and finally, ah yes, there we go, the handsome, grinning face of Jaime Lannister. Broadcasting from the men's room.]

Good evening, Everyone.

[It's such a warm greeting, accompanied by such a genuine smile, that really, anyone who knows him at all should be suspicious.]

I want to show you something.

[Don't panic. It's not what you think. After another dizzying whirl of fixtures, the camera finally focuses on the wall, where a message has been written:

Jaime Lannister sleeps with his sister

and immediately below that, smaller and in a different hand:

and he shits gold]

You see, someone's written a story about me.

[The camera pans back to his face. Sort of. He's not doing a great job of framing his shot.]

And I want you all to know... that it's absolutely true.

[There's another flash of scenery... a loud clatter... a muffled curse... a good, long look at the ceiling... and finally, darkness.

He was going to say more, but fuck it. He's got to piss.]

reek

Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast:Video
Action: Closed action with Jaime Lannister on the Iskaulit
When: Now is good

[ First thing’s first, a few lines of text flash onto the screen: ]

Theon Greyjoy lost his teeth in a teeth-whitening accident.
Theon Greyjoy bleaches his hair.
Theon Greyjoy is neither grey nor joyful.

[ Not long after, Theon himself appears on screen, white-haired and smirking. Clearly, he hasn’t taken this to heart. At long last, he’s learned to roll with the punches—in this case, at least. There’s no real point in getting upset about this. ]

That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in months. And all of it is completely true. Oh, and to whoever it was that felt I was in need of these—

[ He holds up a box of whitening strips. He has hundreds of them now, thanks to an unneeded sponsor drop. ]

Thank you. I’m almost certain I’ll need them desperately.

[ He flashes an open-mouthed grin to show his broken teeth, just to make a point. ]

( this bit is closed action )

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.]

widow_of_the_crag

Who: Jeyne Westerling
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 4/4

[Jeyne doesn't often get angry, especially not over something so ridiculous and petty. Sadly for her, even at her most furious, she could never appear as fearsome as she feels. She holds up one of the letters that she received, as many others had. Her eyes darkened and heated.]

Am I so inconsequential that my life is being confused with another's? How is it the audience assumes I have visited a place that I have never been or that I am wed to someone that I have never been betrothed to? I don't know who this "Jeyne, wife of Ramsay Snow" is, but she is certainly not me!

[Again, she is questioning herself why she should be angry? Did it matter if the audience didn't know her?]

I do exist outside of my marriage or whichever man comes into my life. Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark are not the whole of my identity!

to_rebel

Who: Castiel and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: No
When: Right now.

[Upon waking on the Marsiva, Castiel had spent the next several hours poking around and finding almost exactly nothing. Perhaps if he'd been a little more computer saavy -- anything beyond simply poking ineffectually at it -- he might have found a little more, but as it stood, all he'd managed was finding out that he apparently couldn't even ask questions right. There are 'appropriate channels' and he can't find them.

At all.

It's time to figure out the... phone-communicator-thingamajig... maybe. Fortunately, it's not that hard.

Unfortunately, Cas has no idea how to even start here.]

I've never heard of the Marsiva. [That's kinda saying something, all things considered.

That's... that's also all he's got for now. Someone answer his unspoken questions so he doesn't have to stoop to actually answering them. (If there's anyone really out there. He's still not quite sure of that.)]

leftonjakku

Who: Rey
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the planet~
When: Thursday morning.

[Water. There is so much water. Rey doesn't quite know what to do with herself as she stands on one of the shores.]

I have never seen so much water. Is it always so blue? [Entering it seems questionable, but when in Rome, right? Not that she knows of Rome or that particular metaphor.] Can anyone give me pointers on how to swim?

[She hasn't actually done that before.]

I think I can figure it out and not drown, but - [She's trying to be cautious. Does she get points for that?]

servantnotserving

Who: Lumiére and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Right noe

[There are some things a person comes to expect in their life. Of course, magical curses that turn you and your colleagues into inanimate objects tends to move those goalposts a little, but you still expect certain things to remain the way they are.

For instance, if you live in an 18th century castle in the middle of France, you honestly don't expect to be suddenly not in that castle. And you absolutely do not expect to be suddenly in space. You sure don't expect to somehow understand, at least vaguely what space is. These are things Lumiére did not expect to happen to him today, and yet here they are, happening.

But then again, the Flooters probably don't expect to see a sentient candelabra shuffling in front of their screens as he presses his little candle hands to the window, staring out in the blank nothingness. Lumiére has no idea how he got here, he has no idea WHY he's here, but there's one thing he knows for absolute certainty-

Cogsworth is going to KILL him. ]

Zut alors! What is this place?

[He really, genuinely doesn't have time for this. Usually he's a big fan of all kinds of tomfoolery, but he's kind of on a really tight schedule right now and it's really, really not one he can shirk. He needs to get out of...whatever this is and get back. Like. Now. He turns, looking around him in the vast room, hoping for a sign of life.]

Hello? Anyone home?

winn

Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!

[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).

to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.

and then they do. on that flamingo.

he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...

[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.

he frowns into the camera ]

Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]

thespaceopera

[The source of the toxins has been discovered to be coming from the Depths that were previously sealed off. The Dasioe, desperate for aid, has agreed to let the Fleet have access to search for the source and put a stop to it. So now it's up to you to prepare yourselves for the unknown, and brave these dark waters for the sake of this world.

But be careful: you aren't alone down there.

This is a catch all-mingle/event log for the Depths event and anything related to it. None of the creatures will be NPCed by mods, so feel free to control them as you'd like.

> Info OOC]

redatheart

Who: Sayid Jarrah
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Post-Shuffle

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[He'd only had a short time aboard the Marsiva before he found himself transported yet again, this time onto the bridge of a much smaller, less immaculate ship. Not long enough to figure out what was going on, not even long enough to browse the network.

Sayid's new shipmates will therefore find their newest member seated at the comm station, pretty much ignoring his celebratory pudding. (Someone else can eat it, if they want.) Perhaps somewhat notably, he's dressed in clothing that could reasonably be described as archaic - leather armor over simple clothing - and yet he doesn't seem awed or confused by the technology. Even with the augment, he seems pretty damn sure about what he's doing.]

network - video
[So yeah, there's this guy in fancy leather armor on screen. His arms are crossed over his chest, the look on his face is faintly annoyed, but he's calm and collected.]

I'm starting to worry that these kidnapping situations are going to become routine for me.

[Okay, but no that frustration isn't helpful, and he needs answers more than he needs to gripe.]

I'd like to know if there's anything expected of us here - other than to be amusing - or if we're otherwise allowed to live our lives unbothered. Our lives such as they are, anyway.

[Because, you know, the last time he was unexpectedly yanked from one place to another, there were games and dying and a lot of trauma. It'd be nice if that weren't repeated.]

thespaceopera

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March

[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

> System Information

passingthrough

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Open
Action: Tourist, or find her later on the Twin Roses or Iskaulit
When: March 2

[Kitty's morning on the Tourist did not go as planned. It's another hour or so before she makes this announcement. She doesn't even know what happened to the minutes in between. But she's all business when she looks into the communicator. No hiding behind text.]

Winn Schott is in a coma. [Blunt. Direct. Maybe she should have called a few people individually first like Kara, but she wasn't going to make it through this if she did that.] He always has projects going, so they're going to be late. If something is important let me know and I'll see if it's something I can work on in his place.

I already fed his slug today, but someone on the Tourist should take care of that until lazy wakes up. [The mild insult to cover feelings is so classic Kitty, circa home it may not even fit with what people of the fleet know of her. That Kitty had walls around her walls, but those are gone now.]

He's always checking on ship systems on the Twin Roses since we managed to merge and still not get an engineer out of the deal, so if anyone else can help us out with that in the meantime let me know. I'll also be working on the new dance studio later today if anyone wants to help. [Because this mission is almost complete and she needs another one so she can hold it together. Can't fall apart if she's sanding down floors.]

winn

Who: Winn Schott and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Tourist
When: Friday

[ there's something off about winn when the feed turns on. something different from all his other broadcasts. it may take a second to spot it but once you realize what it is it becomes glaringly obvious: there's not a hint of happiness anywhere on his face. his eyes, his lips, his nose, it looks like every last bit of joy has been drained from his features, so even when his lips do stretch lightly upwards, despite his dry eyes it feels more like watching him sob than seeing him smile. ]

Margaery's gone home. [ he has no way of knowing that. she could have been kidnapped to another world, one where she would have no protective big brother to introduce her to superheroes and feminism, to embroider with her and teach her science. but he chooses to hang onto that thought, to believe that she's gone back to the family he knows she so desperately missed despite never letting her pain show. he clears his throat. ] If any of her friends wanna come by for a toast and some stories, I'll be on the Tourist all day.

[ he has been on the tourist since he realized she disappeared, curled up in his bed, shut down. this is the most he's said since, and it feels almost like an outer body experience. he clears his throat again, and nods at the camera before killing the feed. ]

choseviolence

Who: Cersei Lannister
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: February [Glitches will pop up at SOME point I'm sure...If you don't want one, let me know]

A. A Shiny Promotion | Video
[She's in her cabin and, despite the small size of everything in here—truly, who could live like this—Cersei actually looks slightly pleased. For those who know her, a genuine smile is rare for her. Perhaps it's because of what's in her hand; perhaps it's because she doesn't quite know she's being video taped right now.

For all the knowledge she's been given to help her assimilate, she's still fumbling a bit with the technology itself. Besides, the girl who has never even heard of the electric light is now flying through space. Anyone would have a bit of a culture shock.]

Captain...

[The word is said like a whisper. There's nothing to be lost in translation here whatsoever. She knows it's a title and a position of power to be sure. But what's all the more amazing is that it was bestowed upon her. A woman.]

If only Father could see this.

[The smile that graces her face is not quite cruel but the genuine tinge has left it. It's not that she'll be going crazy (yet) or anything quite so sinister as that. But more the fact that she wishes he were still alive—if only so he could see her rise to such a position of prominence. Thirty years in Westeros and she couldn't accomplish such a feat under his thumb. Maybe the future isn't so bad after all.]

B. Moving Day! | Action on board
[She wasn't so vain as to hope that her recent promotion would come with better living arrangements... well, she's exactly that vain. She looked. And she found the door labeled 'Captain' and she is most certainly moving.

It isn't that she has gathered a lot of possessions here in her short time aboard, but there are still things to move and, well, who does that whole heavy lifting thing?

nugqueen

Who: Leliana
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Now

[Leliana decided to make this with a purpose and an idea in mind. When the feed turns on, she can be found wearing some light armor and gloves, holding a bow in her hands.]

It has come to my attention that perhaps my expertise with a bow and other weapons might be useful, should the need to defend ourselves ever arise again. I reside aboard the Blue Fish as one of her security officers and I believe, by extension, it is my duty to not only defend the ship, but to make sure her inhabitants and those of other ships can defend themselves properly.

Should anyone with inexperience with knives or bows wish it, I am willing to lend my services. I extend this particularly to the women aboard the fleet, purely because it has come to my attention there are some who do not find base means of defense accessible to them.

[Lookin' at you, Robb Stark.]

I do have some experience with a sword and shield, but I find myself willing to leave that in Riona Cousland's expert hands and I am sure she would be more than happy to lend tutelage in that realm of expertise should anyone ask her of it directly.

[She clears her throat a bit.]

There is a small matter of where I might find a suitable place to teach, but I will come to that when a decent interest is shown. Thank you, for your time, and I do hope others who feel eager to learn will come forward soon.

steeledskin

Who: Sansa Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Y, fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: Today

Dear friends. [ some lies are kindly told. like this one, wherein she counts only a few souls in the fleet as friends but it's only polite to address the whole lot with warmth and generosity. especially when she's asking for help. and especially when there are lions in the tall grass. ]

I need a recipe for baklava -- I do not think anyone eats it where I come from. But someone dear to me who has long since left the fleet used to bring baklava every week. And we would enjoy it together. I should like to have some again but the cook on this ship needs to know how it's made. Please -- I promise the information will go to good use, although some cooks must covet their kitchen's secrets.

[ sansa approaches her broadcast with steel in her spine: hands folded in her lap; hair brushed until it shines. if there are enemies recently shuffled onto ships, then she must let them know she is comfortable here. she is protected. after surviving the raid, she realizes her days of hiding must be numbered.

as an afterthought, she adds a bit of mercy. a gesture of peace for jeyne: ] Or if there are other recipes you have and want to share, you may do so. My good-sister is new to her duties and I think it would be a kindness to provide her with fresh dishes.

[ ordinarily, in the evening, she would go to the garden on the iskaulit to 'pray' -- but with the news of recent arrivals, she's too skittish to leave the blue fish. instead, she stays on ship and prays in her quarters. sansa kneels on the floor and props her elbows on her mattress. as much as it's become an act (a performance!) she still feels compelled to go through the motions. it's like meditating. ]

onehandwonder

Who: Jaime Lannister and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Siourew
When: during The Glitchening

A. Insomnia: It's What's For Breakfast | Video | in the Bloodsport's kitchen

[ He has no idea he's being recorded. He has no idea why he's here either. Here, in the larger sense of on this ship, in the fleet, floating through space or here in the simpler sense of in this bloody kitchen. Prior to his arrival here, he'd hardly set foot in a kitchen, and it certainly hadn't been to cook.

He has to assume that assigning him to such duty here was someone's idea of a joke. And not a very funny one, in his opinion.

Even with the technical knowledge of how to do the job right there, strangely, in his mind, he's not very good at it. Knowing how to do something and actually being able to do it well are totally different things. And cooking, like everything else, is made all the more difficult by having only one hand.

Still, he's never been one to concede defeat easily. So when he finds himself tossing and turning, unable to sleep, too restless even to sit still, all but aching with the need to do something, he ventures into the kitchen. It may be hours yet before anyone else is awake, but they'll be wanting breakfast, right?

Anyone watching will see a one-handed man fumbling around the kitchen, dropping things, cursing a lot, and probably making one hell of a mess. If you're lucky, you might even get to see him throw a spatula or punch a microwave. Whatever the case, it's bound to be entertaining. ]

B. Let's Go For A Walk (Around the Planet) | Action | Siourew Wilderness

[ He's bored. He's walked every inch of the ship, explored its every nook and cranny, practiced his way through the entire menu of available foodstuffs (not that it's done any good, mind), tossed and turned and touched himself. Hell, he even resorted to reading - briefly, before he got bored with that too.

The opportunity to explore a new world is more than welcome. And when he learns how much of it is vast, open wilderness, it's even better. He can't help but smile at the sight of trees and rocks and water. Real trees too. Maybe this is what he's been missing. Maybe this is what he needs.

He can't relax, though. Even hours later, when the muscles in his legs are screaming, he can't bring himself to stop. He has to keep going. And going and going and going. He only pauses when he finds himself atop a cliff, looking out over the... is it an ocean? a lake? Who cares? It's a beautiful, pristine, shimmering body of water, and suddenly he feels compelled to jump in. From right here. Maybe take a running leap...

Depending on your timing, you may encounter Jaime hiking feverishly through the mountains, compulsively picking wildflowers and chasing native animals across the fields, or contemplating quite literally taking a flying leap. ]

C. Haunted | Video | Bloodsport

[ He's not very good with this thing, so the video's slightly out of focus and he's slightly out of frame, and for a long moment, he just sits there, unsure where to begin. Addressing a large number of people while actually sitting alone, talking to a small box is a very odd concept, even knowing - intellectually - how it works. ]

I just think you all should know that there is someone very dangerous on board this ship. Someone who may want us all dead.

[ Someone who doesn't seem to like him making this broadcast...

The last thing the video shows is Jaime's stony expression as he looks at something just beyond the camera and slowly stands, reaching for something... ]

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