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[personal profile] theboogieman
Who: Zhas & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: A few days after that planet is in range.

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[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?]

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[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.]
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[personal profile] kill_switch
Who: Furiosa and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: throughout the week

[Furiosa is more or less fully recovered from her ordeal on the snowy mountain. There's a lingering cough, and stiffness where she'd been banged up from the avalanche, but she's out and about and on the move. She's come to the gardens for a little bit of exercise, helping tend to the plants, while getting some quiet reflection and time around green things. She's still missing a replacement prosthetic while Tyrion works her up a new one, but it doesn't seem to slow her down any.]

[She spends some time just walking around the ship and seeing what other establishments have been popping up. She might stop in the Málum for a drink and a bite to eat.]

[Eventually she ends up back at the gardens for a rest and takes a seat with her back against a tree. She's playing through the audio file Atroma had left her a while ago - twelve hours of ambient truck noises. She's been thinking a lot about home, lately, and remembered Miss Giddy and how she was instrumental in getting Furiosa and the Wives the chance to escape.]


We had History Men and Women in my world; people with the past written out on their skin, stories always on their tongue, full of wisdom and ... and inner sort of strength they gave to others.

[In some small way, Furiosa has felt the need to fill that role here; in as much giving strength to others. The story telling? Not so much, and the physical branding ... she had enough of that with Immortan's symbol at the back of her neck.]

How did you share your history, in your world?
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[personal profile] goldenglasses
Who: Vash and you. Yes you!
Broadcast: Open to all
Action: Three Twins
When: August 18th

[And yet another birthday. Vash ticks it off mentally. He's never had a real problem with his birthday, but he never felt the need to make a big deal out of it either. Sometimes he'd have a nice meal or something, but this year he doesn't feel much need. There was all these exciting new places to check out!

He was in the cargo area. Putting away some spare ammo he had just picked up for the revolver he had. Finished he decided what he likes more than anything is being around people so making a broadcast would be a fun thing to do, right?]


Wow! Isn't being around all this life, wonderful? The people around here are really passionate! Has anyone been into any of the libraries around here? There are a couple books I'd like to look at but it seems a bit selective in who they want looking at them. Anyone have any luck at getting to some of the more... what's that sound?

[As Vash was talking a quiet chripping noise that sounds a lot like "happy birthday" has started to play.]

And what smells like burn-WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [The camera will get a very quick glimpse of a cake in the shape of a donut. Or at least that's what it looks like it could be underneath all those candles. One of the blaring out happy birthday. Just one out of the over one hundred and thirty candles crammed for room together.]

Crap, crap, crap, crap, oh crap!!! How do I put this- BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! FIRE! BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! [Vash drops the communicator as he dances around. Trying to blow the candles out, but there's just too many! Doesn't help that they're the trick candles that keep relighting themselves.

But it's okay! The ship's sprinklers finally turns on and out goes the candles! And... any dry spot on the ship. Hope everyone visiting the Three Twins wanted a sudden and unexpected shower.]


Uh...oh... how do I get those off?
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[personal profile] nerdeology
Who: You! Us! Everyone!
Broadcast: ???
Action: All over! It's a planet/moon mingle!
When: 8/15-9/12, or until captcha kills us all

Show some spirit! It's a new system, and that means new people, new shenanigans, new adventures, savvy? You'd better have enough moxie to thrive in this one...

Or maybe you're just here for the food.

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Aug. 13th, 2016 05:24 pm
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[personal profile] everydayhero
Who: Hiro Hamada
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: 8/13

[hiro has claimed a corner spot in the engineering lab. many things from his shop on the bishop are here, but he hasn't abandoned his home shop at all. currently, he's spinning in the chair he's got. then he sets the camera down on the desk, facing him.]

Heeey, all you engineer-types, and not just the ones with the augment! Have I got a proposition for you. I've got a little project I'm working on--a repair project. It's a little outside my current scope, plus I don't think it's safe to be working on it alone. It's a... very advanced prosthetic. [he figures those who know about the attack two months ago will pick up on this.]

Anyway, I need some help. And I guess, if anybody wants to learn a thing or two about robotics from the professionals, you can come watch when we get together.

So! Any takers?

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Aug. 11th, 2016 11:01 am
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[personal profile] survivra
Who: katsa & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now

—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—

[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.

She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]


You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.

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