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[personal profile] noprophecies
Who: Tempest
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: The Golden, should you feel inclined
When: now

i will make this quick as to not waste my time and yours

those of you who have been down to the planet - do you sense anything strange at all? and if so, what? do tell, inquiring minds, etc

if not, then feel free to disregard and refer to the first sentence

thank you
theboogieman: (→ ᴘ ɪ ɴ ᴘ ʀ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ)
[personal profile] theboogieman
Who: Zhas & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: A few days after that planet is in range.

---

[what is it about public network forums that invite sleep-deprived people to post weird, existential questions at three in the morning? but one insomniac has it bad this week, and the forest has not been playing well with his already-tenuous grip on reality.]

what are your dreams like?

[so, who else is awake at this hour?]

---

[and if anyone on the SS Red Fish is also still milling around this late (or morning), they can find Zhas at the kitchen table, slumped over a bunch of star charts, trying to take notes and compare to a book he has open. his face paint is a little smudged on one side, maybe from his constantly trying to prop his head up against his hand.]

003; video

Oct. 5th, 2016 11:43 pm
reek: (a song of a totally different child acto)
[personal profile] reek
Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide, video
Action: S.S. Paisley
When: Thursday morning

[ A dark haired boy, no older than nine or ten, sits somewhere on the bridge of the Paisley. He's managed to figure out the device relatively quickly, and he sits staring at it apprehensively, head cupped in his hand.

Although he does his best to keep an even and stony expression, he can't hide the fact that he looks absolutely miserable, as if everything he ever knew and loved has just been taken from him. Which, in fact, it has. This boy wears a black cloak, emblazoned with golden krakens. If that isn't enough of a clue that this is a young Theon Greyjoy, nothing is. Clearly, someone's augment has malfunctioned.

In an uncertain voice, he finally asks:
]

Is this Winterfell?

[ On top of being unhappy, he seems incredibly suspicious of his surroundings. Everything is so strange and unlike anything he's ever seen, but all he's ever known is the Iron Islands. For all he knows, Winterfell is this strange place where they use these strange devices rather than ravens to deliver messages. On the other hand, Lord Stark frightens him, and Theon wouldn't put it past him to leave him somewhere strange and even farther away from home than he anticipated. ]

I don't remember arriving. [ His eyebrows knit together, his face scrunching up in frustration, but he tries very hard to put some semblance of forcefulness into his nervous voice. ] Where is Lord Stark?
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[personal profile] kill_switch
Who: First Breath crew and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Month of October

[It's a mingle! For visitors and crew alike!]
greywater: (t r a v e l)
[personal profile] greywater
Who: Meera Reed and anyone who wants to welcome her!
Broadcast: video: post Shuffle
Action: SS Marsiva; SS Paisley
When: When she arrives and post Shuffle

collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home )

It was a flood that wrecked this home )

( video )

[This is still an adjustment. The very existence of this place odd. Meera is not one to judge the unlikelihood of something. There is no arguing against the existence of something glaring her in the face. Meera is all too accustomed to that.

And because of this, she sits poised in front of the device-- it's playing a video, something she is only aware of because of the knowledge given to her. None of this makes sense, but there's parts of it she can identify. Her faith in that keeps her unnerved.]


My name is Meera, and I am in search of three boys. They were traveling companions of mine. I do not know the likelihood of them being here, but I need to know if they are here. [It's not only family, but duty. Her tone is level, a corner of her lip tilted into a half smile.]

Two are younger than I. One, thin and blond. He is not always well. [To put it lightly.] Another is young boy, dark hair. He may be accompanied by a third, older though. He says little save his own name.

[It is not much to go on, but she daren't put them in harm's way. Meera doesn't know what the name 'Stark' may mean. It is vague at best, but she remains hopeful, unsure what they would do without her.]
greensights: (the rich)
[personal profile] greensights
Who: Jojen Reed
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: First Breath
When: Now

[ That creepy kid that looks like he hasn't slept and maybe witnessed a murder or two is back at it again. This time the dark eyebags aren't all he's sporting- he looks unusually pale with a sheen of sweat over him, causing his blonde hair to stick to his forehead. A seizure on top of overexerting himself has taken its toll. Yeah, it's probably impressive he's coherent with his fever back at it. ]

I believe I need a maester's advice.

[ Ever since he arrived he felt better than he had in a long time, but he had easily been abusing that, so used to pushing ahead beyond the wall. He's forgotten how he should behave. Maybe he caught something from a crewmember, either way, he feels like pond scum heated up. ]

I no longer have tea for my fever.

[ If anyone wants to check on him, he's on the First Breath. ]
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[personal profile] tallasaking
To The Fleet

[Tyrion is looking a little ... frazzled today. He's as neat as always, but his expression sort of has the range of 'shit shit shit shit shit' on it. Still, he kept a very straight face and a pleasant tone as he speaks.] Just to let everyone know, Captain Furiosa appears to be ... missing. Altogether. I will be stepping up as First Mate with Captain duties until she returns.

[Please, please let her return soon. Tyrion was always leery of leadership positions. He preferred to be the voice behind the throne.]

So, any questions, problems, captain meetings that should be attended? Let me know.

[And end feed...]

Private to SS First Breath

Well. All right. I'm in charge. So ... keep doing what you were doing before. all right?

[He smiled tightly.] And we'll just keep on as always until she returns. Good. Status, ah, reports?
complicatedliar: (being a motherfucking sorcerer 3)
[personal profile] complicatedliar
Who: Loki
Broadcast: Video to everyone
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now!

As I have said I would, I shall speak of magics. Or rather the basics of one particular form of magic. Attend well.

[Loki has set up the video in his gym, since it has sufficient space and mirrors.]

What mortals oft times call magic is but science of a higher sort than they have capacity to comprehend. All is but working change upon the ordered laws of the universe with strength of will and an understanding of how and what to manipulate.

Light shall be our example. [Because everyone already knows he can do illusions. This is giving nothing away, really, because knowing the mechanics of what he does won't make it less impressive.]

Light is a substance in constant flux of state. It exists simultaneously in many forms until it is directed one way or another.

[He begins to write equations in the air with light, his handwriting precise and very angular, explaining as he goes. People who are very up in their mathematics and quantum physics will be able to recognize portions describing the wave-particle duality of light, though Loki seems to be describing a great many quantum states beyond that.]

Understanding this, one might manipulate the light that exists in this room to reflect far differently, or refract in new ways.

[He goes through a series of demonstrations, first building a delicate model of a horse from light that runs, then revealing an invisible object and describing mathematically the illusion that allows light to seem to pass through something solid. Then step by step, he builds the room into a section of forest in Alfheim, which seems to stretch on into the misty distance despite the apparent dimensions of the former room.

It's quite a show, but perhaps more interesting is his expression as he works through all of this. He's genuinely enjoying himself, perhaps the most relaxed most people have ever seen him.]


And the mechanism of all of this?

[He smiles remembering the day he had been taught this by Frigga.] We are made of the same stuff as light. We must only remember and become part of it once more.

[And with that, he seems to disintegrate into green and gold miss. The video ends.

But he's around his place in the Iskaulit if anyone wishes to seek him out, or can be called upon for questions. And later? Buy him a drink at Crowley's bar.]
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[personal profile] gifted_witch
Who: Lily Evans and anyone OTA
Broadcast: Fleet wide with private to Tyrion Lanister
Action: If you're on the First Breath you'll find her cleaning, mostly jsut sweeping the same spots over and over again in the kitchen.
When: Friday morning


[Video]

By now those who knew them are aware that James Potter and Remus Lupin are gone. They were friends of mine, well..school mates at least. Alistair Therin is also gone. A lot of people have left us to go home.

So, I suppose what I am looking for is advice. How do you make it easier knowing someone is gone when you thought you would see them everyday? I'm not used to losing friends like this, so thank you for anything you can offer.




[Locked to Tyrion]

Please tell me you are still here, I don't want to lose you too. I need my best friend now more than ever.

[closed]

Jul. 18th, 2016 06:15 pm
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[personal profile] kingofbadlifechoices
Who: Robb & Jojen
Broadcast: n/a
Action: At the new planet, after Robb has visited the tree and frets about Bran
When: Some backdated date

[Robb can feel a massive headache coming up and he keeps on pinching the bridge of his nose, hoping to stave it off at least until he has arrived back at the Blue Fish. It had not gone well. He had chased his brother away for the second time now and he has no idea how to make it right anymore.

He figures that his brother could’ve remembered other things than warging. Bran knew Robb did not want to have anything to do with it. But he does not want to lose his brother, especially since he knows that he is about to lose so many other things when returning to Westeros.

While mulling all of this over he stares at the ground, frowning deeply, not realizing he is about to bump into someone.]
greensights: (you run my life right outta my soul)
[personal profile] greensights
Who: Jojen Reed & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/3

[ The feed starts when deep green eyes open, they don't open to feel relieved or rested - they open with the same dark circles under them that Jojen Reed has had for far too long. The boy may have been asleep but he did not rest. In all honesty, he can't remember closing his eyes. It doesn't make him nervous, or at least it doesn't seem to, however. He's used to being so worn thin that blinking turns to rest. What the thirteen year old isn't used to is awakening in a room so odd looking, and on a bed he'd consider far more comfortable than any he's been on in a while.

The chill that reaches down and wraps around his bones is not one he is unused to either, but the coldness of the floor on his bare feet etches a languid frown in his features when they find the floor. He doesn't move for a long moment, simply observing his surroundings.
]

Meera? Bran?

[ His voice is quiet and cautious, almost like he doesn't actually want anyone to hear him. He isn't to die, not yet. Instead of pulling himself off the bunk, the boy glances down to the floor, observing its craftsmanship oddly but curious. Fear tinges somewhere deep under his skin, but he pushes it back, and instead reaches for his shoes - discarded by someone other than him - next to his bed. If he is going to be caught off-guard, he will not be doing it barefoot with the possibility of having to leave his shoes behind and trudge through snow again.

He just wants to go home.
]

Hello?

[ He isn't used to feeling like such a fish out of water, not when it comes to knowledge of the situation he's in. For someone who often looks aloof in even the most distressing situations, he looks young and confused. ]

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