driftfleet | Entries tagged with kaworu nagisa

Who: Trevor Fucking Belmont
Broadcast: Network - OTA
Action: On the Marsiva for about 12 seconds before being beamed off to the Vanquish
When: Immediately before/during/after the Shuffle.

[ Is he trying to beat up the Marsiva? Yes, he is trying to beat up the Marsiva. Just slamming his shoulder and fists into a wall over and over. This continues for maybe a couple of seconds before he's not there anymore.

He yelps and backs away quickly from the very colourful, paper-based attack that gets launched at him as soon as he arrives on the Vanquish ] The fuck?!

[ He takes a moment to get his bearings. This one's smaller than the last one. And then he's yelling, in no direction in particular because what he's addressing is the Marsiva- ]

Get back here and fight me, you cowardly fucking castle! Don't try to hide behind your children!

samahl

Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Starduck
When: Afternoon

[Cyril seems much better to anyone who happened to see him during his bender. He's put together once more, perfectly groomed and wearing something that compliments his frame. He seems cheerful, though a little thoughtful.]

I think I have a rather morbid question to ask, but one I find myself dwelling on recently. Bear with me...

If you knew you were facing your death, perhaps through illness or some magic that was slowly tainting your body, what would be the one thing you'd want to do?

When I try to think of my answer, all that comes to mind are lewd, shallow things. For once, perhaps, I'd like my answer to have more meaning. Perhaps hearing what you would do will help?

necromanswers

Who: Everyone! OTA!
Broadcast: sure why not
Action: yeahhhhhh
When: 11/12 to 1/4 (minus 12/26)

It's Candlenights! Or Christmas! Or whatever! It's festive! Go celebrate, explore, go get free stuff from a tree!!

More importantly it's a mingle!

--SYSTEM INFORMATION--

paraclete

Who: kaworu nagisa, you..!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: the very peak of morning!

Do you think you can have more than one calling in life? I know what mine is, and I wouldn't ever betray that, and nothing could unsettle my feet from its path. Nothing could call my eyes from its horizon. But,

I'm a really good auctioneer.

onlyanapple

Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Malum
When: Right now

[Hey, it's everyone's favourite demon. Or...at least a demon that some people have a positive opinion on. Same difference. Queen's Another One Bites The Dust plays in the background as he gives the camera a grin.]

So. While we all sit here, waiting for whatever fresh bullshit Atroma drops on us next, I thought we might have a little bit of fun, that we haven't done in a while. Lets have ourselves a little game of Never Have I Ever. It'll get you to know one another and let me in on your secrets, because I have to get my kicks somewhere. The idea is, you give a statement, if that statement is true for anyone, they don't take a drink, if it isn't, then they drink.

Basically, the less messed up your life is, the more wasted you're probably going to get.

You can do it over video, or you can come and drink at the bar. If you're underage and believe in rules, you can have slushies. You can have it in blue flavour or blue flavour. I'll even start. [AHEM] Never Have I Ever stolen a car.

[He takes a drink from the wine glass that's suddenly appeared in front of him. Was it always there?]

See? Easy.

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack one another here, it's a free-for all!]]

thespaceopera

[It's been a while since your lovely hosts have graced the airwaves with their presence, but here they are. Carmen and Chase smile in turn with flawless teeth and an impeccable arch of their eyebrows. Carmen seems incredibly tickled-- excited, even. Her normally dulcet voice is brimming with anticipation, and her aquamarine eyes gleam in a way that is not altogether friendly.]

Good evening, dear Fleet! I hope you had a pleasant journey through that asteroid belt... or at least an unremarkable one. We wouldn't want your poor ships to get all banged up again.

[Chase cuts in with the brisk timing of a reporter, far too rehearsed to be natural.] And a big warm welcome to all the new faces. Please don’t hesitate to inform us if there is something we can do to make your stay a comfortable one.

Of course. Now, let's talk about summer. It’s the highlight of the year, at least for some. Because summer only happens once a year, and to commemorate how wonderful you've all been as guests, we're giving everyone a gift basket. While it's not an all-expenses-paid resort, we do hope you'll find a suitable place to kick back, relax, and enjoy yourselves.

Everyone will find their gift underneath their beds. If you're sleeping on someone else's ship-- oh my-- you'll want to make sure to fetch it before someone else does! I do hope you enjoy them.

[The gift baskets, which are wrapped in a cute pink ribbon, contain: this or that style of sunglasses, an extremely flimsy white beach towel, and a cloth sunglasses case.]

Now that we have your attention~ Summer is a party, but what's a party without games? One of my favorites is a little thing called kiss, marry, cliff. Essentially, someone gives you three names of people you know, and then you decide what you’d do to each person. I find it says a lot about your likes and dislikes.

Because I’m curious, here are some people who’ve caught my attention as of late: Castiel, Daryl Dixon, Shinji Ikari.

Tell me, dear Fleet: which ones would you kiss, marry, or toss off a cliff?

[Carmen ends the feed with a cold giggle.]

[ooc: What’s this? A distraction tactic, obviously! The Hosts are trying to draw attention away from the new planet for some reason…? Huh, wonder what that’s about. Feel free to respond to the F/M/K game and start your own threads below, if you’d like-- you may even get a response!]

paraclete

Who: Kaworu, you!
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: N/A initially
When: 6/28, midday

Well,

How long can you hold your breath?

I always forget. Or, I never quite remember. Yeah, definitely the latter.

angelofthevored

Who: Loki (

dothelokimotion); Thor (

rebuildyourruins); Kaworu (

paraclete); Eizen (

rockily); Castiel (

angelofthevored)
Broadcast: Nada
Action: A transport ship >> Marsiva (outer space) to do some junk
When: Sometime during the weekend of 5/18

[It's a ship full of dumb immortal assholes who are not only tired of sitting around, but are fundamentally sorta bad at it.

Except for Kaworu, primordial stoner. And Loki, provided there's some community theater to behold.]

angelofthevored

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: N/A
When: Right Now

[Castiel perhaps looks a touch more severe than usual.]

Are any of you capable of surviving the vacuum of space?

[ For those participating, please see here ]

lacyprincess

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Yeah, sure, I guess
Action: The Fleet and the Yadrolla System
When: 4/29 - 6/8

[Hey, hey, look, we have a new system! Let's go compete in stuff and root for sportsball teams! System info is here!

~~GO WAVES!~~]

mucked

Who: Peggy Carter and YOU.
Broadcast: Video
Action: Starstruck, various locations in the Yadrolla system.
When: First week of May

( --VIDEO )

[ it's been some time since peggy has addressed the network in any sort of wide or public capacity. broadcasting isn't her preferred pastime -- except it can't always be helped, can it? as silly and sentimental as her motivations must be, there's a question she needs to ask the fleet. so she leans back, posture comfortable, in her captain's chair as she addresses her handheld device -- and not, notably, the ship's built-in comms console.

this is far from official business, after all. ]

I don't suppose anyone has got sixpence to spare, have they? [ she pauses, stuck between looking sweet and looking sour. ] A real one, ideally. From Earth.

[ although she's not much of a traditionalist at heart, there are some superstitions worth following -- if only for the hype they engender and the excitement they stir up. for the first time in a long time, peggy misses her mum. ]

And -- [ oh, this clearly pains her to ask ] -- have we got anyone with a steady hand for cutting hair? My usual self-inflicted trim won't do this time around.

( --ACTION )

[ beyond fulfilling superstitious rhymes, there's also some quiet venue-hunting to consider -- not to mention a reception to plan. peggy isn't looking forward to either of these activities. although she can be found wandering on one planet's sandy shores or in another's lusciously overgrown urban jungle, she proves herself quick to approach a friendly face. if only to distract herself from the rather dreary chore of pulling together a wedding celebration with only a week to spare. she'd much rather invite someone familiar for a drink or a stroll than fuss over choices.

but she does manage to do a bit of shopping. she picks up a pair of earrings and examines them with a critical eye. a set of cuff-links, too. or what she assumes are cuff-links. it's tough to be certain on some planets.

and, as always, she can be found aboard the starstruck during evenings. engrossed in paperwork blissfully unrelated to her impending nuptials, perhaps, or else finishing up an exercise routine in the cargo bay with her towel draped over her shoulder. there's not an ounce of uncertainty about her on her own ship; she's perfectly at home within its walls. ]

edwinjarvis

Who: Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Tourist or The Melting Pot, but only if you need 'em there!
When: April 19th

[Ehem. Jarvis has his glasses on, and is carefully scanning a snippet from an old booklet he'd found with regards to human life on Earth - in the future, that is, and regarding special days of the year. And lo and behold, April 19th happened to be a listed day in a variety of 'strange celebratory days'. So...! He reads the passage, adjusting his spectacles.]

... "While no one really knows the origin of the high-five, it’s believed to go back to the 1970s and likely a variation of the 'Low-Five' – which had been around since, at the very least, WWII. However...! There are two popular stories which try to explain the origin of the High-Five."

"The first story states that the first high-five occurred at Dodger Stadium on October 2, 1977, between Glenn Burke and Dusty Baker on the last day of the regular season. This high-five was in response to a home run hit by Baker off of Houston Astros pitcher J.R. Richard."

"The second story places the origin of the high-five at a University of Louisville Cardinals basketball practice in 1978. Wiley Brown was going to give his teammate Derek Smith a low-five, but the two decided to give each other a high-five instead. After that, the team began giving each other high-fives after each celebration..." Huh!

I suppose... be sure to pass along a 'high-five' to whoever is in need of one.

I hear they're quite the pick-me-up in recent years.

Though I must wonder... If there's such a day as 'National High-Five Day', what in the blazes is hidden within the other 364 days of the year back home? Or even out in and about the far reaches of space. Surely some things are a bit ridiculous to dedicate an entire 24 hours towards... No Pants Day? How absolutely lewd and unnecessary. Please, keep your pants on in public, lest you be insulted for your choice in undergarments and promptly slapped.

[He flips through the list.]

Toothache Day? A nightmare!

... And I have no clue why squirrels would need their own special day, for that matter.

They're standoffish, and their ability to recollect the location of their own hiding spots is downright pitiful.

[Is he trying to enthuse people and get their spirits raised after a really ugly planet trip? You betcha.]

dreamvour

Who: Baku and you
Broadcast: yes
Action: The Caprine
When: now!

( accidental broadcast )

[later, she puts up another broadcast, only this time it's strictly voice only. She does not sound very happy]

Can a glitch keep someone from returning to their human form? Asking for a friend.

[at least her sense of humor is intact]

I guess, while I'm here - if anyone has any nightmares they'd like to get rid of, I'd be happy to eat them. It might be a power thing keeping me like this, I don't know.

[...] And yes, I'm being literal.

Thank you in advance.

moseyin

D o any of you ever wonder if your world would be better off without you
?

not like
dying or something back home, but. If you just never went back

paraclete

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, some sweaty local children, and any unfortunate onlookers.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: If you happen to be weathering Philias, you could encounter him.
When: 1/28, peak heat of the day.

Yes, yes, [Kaworu says, and his voice is floating along pleasantly while the video feed fumbles a bit. It comes to rest, finally, with him in its picture; someone else must be holding it.] That's great, thank you. Oh, it's all right, don't worry. [He wiggles his toes. Well, not much else of him is visible.

Those toes are stark white, bone white, almost blinding and fluorescent in the already glaring sunlight. While they wiggle, some sand dribbles through them. Otherwise, the rest of him is covered up. He's lying on his back, and there are children surrounding him—they must be children—they're small, and dressed in ways designed to keep them shielded from both relentless suns. If they're dressed like this, and not in swimsuits for favor of the beach, perhaps they're located a little further from those tourist spots...

Regardless, the small group of children manage to have a good time even in the agonizing weather. It must be fun, a ridiculous novelty, to be dumping sand upon a stranger. That's exactly what they're doing now: Kaworu lies there, wiggling those white toes, and the children are heaping hot, hot sand onto him. The sand is so hot they're using little pails to do it. They chatter and laugh, and Kaworu remarks, as if scripted,] Make sure to drink some water, it's good for you.

[He turns his head so that he can look back to the recording. He really is covered in sand all the way up to his neck. When he grins, the child holding his communicator giggles.]

I'm documenting the joy of comfort. [Then he says, very seriously,] This is a heart's delight beyond articulation. If you want to remember the first time you felt safe, I recommend burying yourself in the sand. [One of the children fumbles with their pail, making skin contact with the sand and startling at the burn of its heat, and... Kaworu ends up with a face full of sand. His eyes don't squeeze shut on instinct, but they do close when some sand actually does get into them. He squints, wrinkling his nose, and says, like a fresh breeze,] There's happiness to be found in the most unlikely of places. Oh, thank you very much. [One of the children is patting his face with their little hands. They're probably just spreading grains of sand around, but he doesn't seem to mind.] I think it's true that an adversarial life can bring us to forget the feeling of... ...oh......

[There's been a shout from the distance—must be an adult—and the kids shriek, jumping up from their places of play around the mound of sand on top of Kaworu. There's some skittering, and the child holding the communicator moves closer to Kaworu, before setting it down, most likely beside his head. Its recording now points up at the sky.

... ... ...

It looks like they've left him alone, still buried underneath that sand. He's quiet for a long moment, out of view completely. Then, lighthearted:]

And joy can last for quite a while, too.

[... ... ...!!]

english_dignity

Who: Arthur and You
Broadcast: Open
Action: Wonderduck
When: Wednesday-rest of the month

[Broadcast - Video]

[Coughs, standing up very straight and proper for the camera.]

Good evening. I'm Arthur Kirkland, for those who have not met me directly, and I am looking for a few volunteers.

You see, I am looking to start a business venture in the reasonably new future, a tailor's shop for the fleet. For those of us who might want something to wear that's a little closer to home, and neither the fleet's offerings or whatever one finds when we settle in orbit.

So, in order to get started, I'll need a few models to work off of. Of course, I'm not asking for your time for free. I'd be willing to create one additional outfit free of charge for whoever works with me. Preferably, I would like four volunteers, in a reasonable mix of men and women.

Please contact me to inquire about volunteering or with questions. Thank you.

complicatedliar

Who: Loki
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Vanquish
When: Current

[Action]
[As getting unceremoniously deposited in another realm goes, this doesn't even make Loki's top ten. No one's shooting at him. He didn't get sucked through a black hole. He's not even anywhere close in space, if the stars are any judge. And so the stay on the Marsiva is downright... relaxing once he breathes through his moment of oh Hell at thinking he's been dragged onto the ship he and Thor had just seen.

(And where is Thor, by the way? Well, they tend to run across each other eventually, despite either of their best efforts.)

And then he gets dumped onto yet another, much smaller ship. With confetti.

He's really tired of getting thrown around. He'd like to stab someone over it, really. But it's the same game as Sakaar: Get the lay of the land. Play it externally nice. Figure out how to claw to the top and stick a sharp dagger into the right person's back. And so on.

And in the meantime... guided by an urge he doesn't quite understand, he finds himself in the ship's kitchen, still having avoided the occupants--he knows there are some, since he can smell them--and confronted with the primitive setup. And ingredients. And an itch in his fingers and the back of his brain. And... well.

Two hours later, he's staring broodily at a very fine Smörgåstårta and wondering just what is even going on.]

This has got to be one of the odder things that's ever happened to me.

[He's bemused. He didn't even do anything this time.

And Smörgåstårta is a good listener. Apparently.]

[Network]
[He might as well make the most of this bizarre situation, Loki decides. Start the ingratiating and figuring out the social dynamics of this spatial armpit, all that. He takes a very nice picture of the Smörgåstårta and deposits it onto the network, with a message:]

Dinner is served.

interstices

Who: Asuka and you. Yes, you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish, if you want it
When: 11/26 (today)

I guess everything's getting back to normal. Until the next time the ratings dip, at least. [Asuka's dryness is practically radiating off the screen. She doesn't expect to ever have a good idea of how many of their expeditions and accidents are executive meddling, and how many are simple poor luck. There are too many variables for it all to be rigged, but something else seems to be weighing more heavily on her mind.]

I've been here a long time now.

Hey. Was there something you thought you'd get, here on the Fleet, that you didn't? Or did get? I'm not talking about stupid things like more flavored goop in the kitchen. Just-- did coming here give you something you wanted?

ginger_firebird

Who: Mantis and thine self

Broadcast: Video

Action: Bishop

When: Morning

[Exercise is a precious thing. It's the simple repetitive motions that make it possible to sculpt and tone just about anything. Mantis was never one to fuss around with heavy weights, though. The feed shows him sitting on the dining room table. His legs are stretched out before him and he's leaning forward at a fairly low angle, with his fingertips lightly touching the table's surface. Several slow and deep breaths issue through the filter of his mask and he sits up very slowly, shifting to sitting with his legs crossed. Little groans and grunts accompany him as he moves, and he rolls his shoulders a little as he sits up straight.]

So... I'm alive. [He's rested for what felt like days, but the exhaustion is all over his voice when he speaks.] I feel incredibly calm, considering what we went through on that planet. It felt familiar to fight for my continued existence. Not really pleasant, but it left me feeling alive in a way that I think I had missed.

[His arms start moving, trailing up over his head and then making their way back to his waist in careful movements.]

Obviously, we have more than a few wounds to lick and ships to fix, but at least we all get to have an interesting story to tell the next time we meet civilized people.

selfhelp

Who: Billy Kaplan / OTA
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: After all the chaos is settled!

So… all of that was horrible? I think that goes without saying. The less we have of that kind of thing going forward, the better.

Tangentially, but the personnel augment is kind of useless, isn't it? We get an office but not much in the way of marketable skills, we can't do anything with the ships in the middle of a crisis, we're not here for any big damn hero moments. It’s great if we’ve got other skills for that, but we can’t fix stuff, we can’t pilot people out of danger, we can’t arm those who don’t have powers...

...okay, sorry, I'm rambling. Getting to the point! Truth is, personnel - counselling - is meant for the aftermath. Therapy, in other words. If it doesn't exist where you're from, it pretty much means someone whose job it is to listen to you, no judgments, and offer advice if they can. Sometimes it's enough to just have somebody hear you out.

Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm tired of, like… not contributing much. So I'm gonna have an open door policy. Doesn't matter if you're not on my ship, doesn't matter if I don't even know you. You can even use the comm anonymously if you don't like the idea of coming in person. You make the rules.

If you're wondering about my qualifications… well, I've got ears. That's the most important part. But I did also grow up with this stuff- Mom’s a psychologist, I've seen her work, I’ve read some of her books. And I’ve gone to therapy. Kind of a lot. It's not a substitute for the real thing, but it's what I can offer.

Oh, and for the record, this isn't meant to call out anyone with the personnel augment, or steal your shipmates, or anything! This is more of a call to action. If you want in on this we can set up some kind of network.

I’m setting up shop on the Iskaulit and I’m gonna post active hours there. Stop by if you want to talk more one-on-one about it.

[True to his word, Billy’s in a spare room in the Iskaulit - sign on the door - and is decorating the place, though it’s kind of barebones for the moment. He can magic it pretty, but the last few months have been exhausting, so he’s taking it slow.]

THE DRIFT FLEET

new episodes every week!

Entries tagged with kaworu nagisa

wallachia man fights spaceship, loses.

(no subject)

Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

text.

Video

let's play a game ...

mk. 13 (text)

Action - Marsiva(ish)

video

Yadrolla System Mingle

open » video & action

video | some holidays are bonkers bananas

001; we're off to never never land

text - anonymous

mk. 12 (video)

Video

(no subject)

[text] throw me tomorrow

A little vision of the start and the end

(no subject)

Links

Most Popular Tags