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Who: Nico Robin and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes if you're on the Marsiva
When: 7/12

Well, waking up with knowledge I didn't glean for myself is quite an experience, I must say. Does this sort of thing happen often, or is it a once in a lifetime memory I get to cherish until my probably untimely death?

[Robin smiles a little at that. She's been on the run since she was eight, and fully expected death to catch up to her long before now. Untimely her death most likely will be, but she's been living on borrowed time for more than twenty years, so she has no particular complaints.]

I suppose I ought to introduce myself. My name is Nico Robin. I'm an archaeologist. And... security officer, it would seem.

[She does not look like the security officer type. More like the secretary a sexist boss hired for all the wrong reasons type. But who knows?]

It's been awhile since I've had to seek passage with a strange crew on a new ship, but that's worked out for me quite well the last couple times, so I'm not opposed to doing so again. It'll be the first time I do so in space, however. If there's some aspect of it that wasn't included in our instant training module, I do apologize.

hearsthesea

Who: Shirley and all!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[There's a teenage girl broadcasting, with a polite smile and an air of formal pleasantness about her.]

Hello, everybody. This is Shirley of the...formerly of the SS Huntress? I'm on the Marsiva again, so the Atroma must have done something. I know people have fallen asleep for a long time before, but I remember Varric...

[Shirley's smile fades, and some of the formality in her demeanor drops away as hesitation takes its place. She's still making an effort to stay positive, though!]

Could anybody please tell me what date it is? As best as we can, around here. I'd also appreciate if somebody could tell me more about what system we're in as well. And of course, if anyone who knows me is seeing this I'd like to hear from you. Has it been a while?

In any case, to everyone - thank you for hearing me now. Whatever's going on outside of the Marsiva right now, I hope you've found something to enjoy here.

[And for anybody else on the Marsiva, she'll just be exploring the ship until it's time for ship assignments and more confetti probably. Shirley barely saw the Marsiva before getting whisked away the first time, so she may as well take advantage of the opportunity now.

And besides, she's been wanting to look for something here. Time to check in all those nooks and crannies...]

spaceshipit

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

July Planet Information

First Mingle Post

scrubscrub

Who: Koala and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: n/a (but can be used if you have an idea for something)
When: Today, at an ungodly hour on the planet.

Hello, everyone!

[Is it a little late right now? It's a little late right now. People are probably wandering off to sleep; adults, anyway. Now that they're stuck on a planet or float around one, day and night cycles seem all the more prevalent in their day-to-day lives. Unfortunately, Koala is finding that she's had a hard time sleeping as of late. Bad dreams, as they had before, still persist — but it's gotten worse, since Winter's rampage.

That's not even to mention her anxiety feels... off the charts. Anyone who has been around her has probably noticed she's a bit twitchy, especially as far as touch is concerned. She's been easily spooked, feels like any moment someone will grab her and hurt her (punish her, for what, she's not sure). Sorry, Winter... It's hard to turn off her restlessness.

She would hate to bring that up.

But on the flipside, she's really quite afraid of not getting enough sleep.

Because if she can't properly work and keep up, well... nothing bad will happen. But it's hard to shake that instinct.]

U-um, hello to everyone who is awake right now, I mean. I'm sorry if I interrupted your bed time. I just wanted to ask... What reason do you usually find yourselves awake longer than you should be...? O-or... do you have trouble sleeping? If it's not too forward to ask such a thing! I apologize if it's very personal information. I just... I was wanting to know if anyone here had any advice for someone who, um — for a friend who might have a difficult time sleeping!

[YES, MY FRIEND, THEY'RE THE ONES WITH THE TROUBLE.]

A-also...!

The tree gave me this very odd stuffed animal. It's a bit heavy, though...!

Did anyone else get something like this?

[Look guys, check it out:]

eyeforaneye

Who: Uchiha Sasuke + You
Broadcast: Fleetwide text
Action: SS Huntress
When: Right here, right now

[ Waking up somewhere unusual isn't the strange part; that's something he's grown depressingly used to in his sorry excuse for a life. But waking up in a place that isn't Konoha, isn't his world, and is instead an uncomfortably familiar confined technological nightmare of a ship with the distinct feeling that something is off is outside his limited comfort zone.

He gets his bearings first before going for his communicator, head further dizzied by a displayed date that doesn't match up with what he remembers. ]

I have a gap in my memory. Is this a normal occurrence here?

[ And that's it, that's his whole message after being absent for who knows how long. How quintessentially Sasuke. how much did he drink ]

partialities

Who: Margaery Tyrell, Cisco Ramon & Steve Rogers
Broadcast: nope
Action: yes, all over the planet and on the Windrose, Blameless & Starstruck
When: catch-all log for the duration of June & July, starters can be found in the comments! feel free to add one of your own or ask me for one/contact me at

ladylike

also: cw for gif-use at the comments! all of them are sfw, however :>

( ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ʙʟᴀɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ )

notzubats

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

mucked

Who: Peggy Carter + YOU
Broadcast: text, fleetwide
Action: aboard the starstruck
When: the days following winter's glitch

Damage report, please. Who did the Winter Soldier hurt? Casualties?

[ her thumb hovers. she nearly adds I am so sorry but thinks better of it, in the end. peggy carter is confined to her bed in the captain's quarters aboard the starstruck, propped up on a small mountain of pillows with most of her torso bandaged and wrapped. a pair of broken ribs, at least. she hasn't properly listened to her own damage report, yet. but the consistent throb in the side of her skull suggests winter's initial blow landed harder than she'd first anticipated. one eye is still puffed up, bruised, and swollen to the point where it doesn't see a thing. one half of her face is streak of black and blue now that the blood's been cleared away.

she doesn't use the network's voice or video function. her texts are slow, business-like, and methodical. and she'll text for as long as she can before someone with a busier body than her own shows up to confiscate her device. but she hasn't been able to adequately parse the information that flew quickly and efficiently in the hours following her own fight and black-out and lonely struggle to an empty shuttle.

even now, it's about all she can manage to toggle the privacy settings and message her first mate individually: ] Ahsoka. Please see me in my room. ASAP.

[ a torch must be passed, for the time being. and peggy has a lot of healing to do. visitors are welcome, whether they are aware of her bashed-in state or not. ]

geonomy

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!

((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

reconstitution

Who: Winter & You (poor bastards)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit
When: early am

( Slight Civil War spoilers under the cut! )

only_skin_deep

Who: Mystique and you (she supposes)
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Golden
When: 17 May

[You would think someone was holding Mystique at gun point with the initial look she gave the camera, looking none too happy to be making this broadcast, but a huff of a sigh and roll of her eyes later and she managed to compose herself to a more neutral expression. She of course could fake a more fitting emotion easily, she was well versed in acting a part but since this wasn’t a mission she saw no point in pretending to be something she isn’t. Others would just have to deal with that fact.]

After being in talks with other occupants of our current predicament, it seems the best way to past time here between our semi regular stops is to take up a hobby or something of the likes. And considering I came here with practically nothing, [Not that Mystique needed much, yet she certainly had been missing her weapons until she was on board the Golden and had gotten access to guns again, sating her need to be constantly armed.] And I have been told my typical actions are not the most practical choices here, [There was a pause as she seemed to struggle with saying the next words, as if the entire idea disgusted her.] I would be interested to know what others do as hobbies or to past the time. [That may be the closest to her asking for help that most here are going to get out of her.]

I am willing to swap information. I may not be practiced in more mundane activities but I do have a wide knowledge on more specialized topics if someone wants practice on how to arm and protect themselves.

scrubscrub

Who: Koala and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Huntress and Iskaulit
When: May 16th-ish. (Prose or action brackets both welcome!)

(Warnings for child abuse and traumatic dream stuff.)

Small fishing boat, it's on fire.

She wants to jump but she's not a good swimmer. Someone grabs her by her legs, holds her like a prized fish, and she flails. 'Got a live one,' Blurry Face says, 'This one'll make for a fine addition.' Dad doesn't call out for her anymore, because Dad is — wake up, wake up, wake up, open your eyes...!

Bright lights, classical music, Koala drags her feet. The stage is lit, hurts her eyes, she swears she sees her mom and dad sitting in the front row. Do they see she's scared? She just wants to go home. She's the smallest on the stage, and she sells for more than she's ever heard; she remembers thinking coins in a jar were pretty and shined like treasure, but it's really not a lot now that she hears the other prices on other chained people, some shaped human and others shaped not. Someone near her is dancing and performing on command, but they don't look like they enjoy dancing much at all. Mom and dad watch and clap and smile. Koala pulls at her metal collar and blubbers miserably, fat hot tears down her face. Why aren't they coming up to the stage and taking her back? She's not anybody's but theirs. She wants to go home.

She forgot dad's rules. His dying rule. Whatever you do, Koala, don't cry. They won't like it when you cry, she understands now. They see it as weak, annoying. But she can't stop. Why can't she stop sobbing? She never sobbed in the auction house...! The master, holding his ring of keys, steps forward and lumbers high above her (he shouldn't be here, he should be in the clouds, in his mansion with his family who refuses to breathe peasant air), and says sharply, 'I hate crying little brats,' and then he pulls his hand back at her and swings roughly and—

Koala wakes with a start, hand clutching the fabric over her heart and she shakes and pants and smiles wide impulsively.

Just the dreams, just the dreams sometimes. She touches her neck and finds it smooth, not buckled with explosives.

Safe.

Safe in a bed that is hers, in a room that is hers, in a crew that is not going to be cruel to her. And yet she can't cry about this. Crying for others is easy, but for herself — it's too frightening. She breathes out, forces back any of the burn in her eyes, and shuffles out of bed, still in the jumpsuit she wears as pajamas. She really should put her shoes on. Nobody likes dirty little feet on their clean floors.

She slips her shoes on, one at a time, and rises. She's not sure if others are sleeping for the 'night', because there really isn't a night, but it's undoubtedly not daytime on the moon, so people are more likely asleep than not. Instead she goes out and makes herself a glass of tea and a small bowl of food, and tries to calm herself with it. There's an uneasiness about her as she sits in the kitchen, hair a bit wild and sweat on her brow. But she slowly does calm over time, is slowly able to eat with a steadier hand. The adrenaline has tapered off, but her mind is restless.

Going back to sleep sounds scary.

She gets up and wanders aimlessly around the Iskaulit... anywhere, really. She doesn't want to go to the planet (it's dark! nobody should like the dark), but she doesn't want to be standing still, certainly. Some motion will do her good. Somewhere to focus, yes! She simply needs to smile and face her day, and remember that things are so very good. Remember, papa would like for you to be happy. Remember, he told you never to cry. You've already broken that, but... But! You can still be strong!

One can find her on the Huntress, or in her aimless wandering from bar to gym to garden to - anywhere, really, on the Iskaulit.

She is rather determined to occupy herself with what everyone else is doing.

falconing

Who: Visitors aboard the S.S. Huntress.
Action: The Huntress.
When: It's a mingle!

[ create top levels, mingle, say hello to the recently awoken comatose pilot, etc ]

bolder

Who: Toph Beifong
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Anyone left on the Blue Fish
When: 19th, during the masquerade

[The video feed turns on to show Toph leaning back in the pilot's seat, durt covered feet resting on the console (dashboard?) without a care in the world. In her hands is a bag of space snacks. Maybe chip-like munchies, except they're bright blue, not that she can tell.

Through her chewing, she addresses the fleet, manners be damned.]

Most of you guys are that the dance thing on the polluted planet, right? [She takes another chip and pops it in her mouth, completely ignoring the fact that said planet is actually a moon. She really doesn't care.] What's the appeal? Just showing off how pretty you can be if you actually try?

[Her feet move lower, and she pushes off the edge of the console, spinning the chair around a few times, camera feed following. Hope no one gets motion sickness easily.]

No, really. Explain it to me. I wanna see if any reasoning makes sense. Not that I'm putting money on it.

namisan

Who: Nami and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: 16th April

[The broadcast doesn't switch on while Nami is still sleeping, but it does decide to catch the moment when she practically launches off the bed with a banshee screech and then tumbles to the floor blankets and all, a tangle of material and bare limbs flailing in a pathetic heap.]

Luffy, you ass-- I'm the only one who can--

[The only one who can inhale a blanket corner, apparently. 8| Please hold, spluttering. She eventually flips the blanket back to show a mess of orange hair, smoothing it dazedly behind one ear-- and then freezing as she swipes at thin air beneath that.]

Wha hap'-- where's my--

[....]

.....huh?

[Memory might be taking a bit.]

---------

[Some hours later she'll be back and fully coherent and annoyed.]

I go to sleep for two weeks and we're still in this crappy place? Tell me there's a bright side somewhere. And I guess I owe a bunch of shifts at the bar or something.

Aha. Tell me I still have a job.

scrubscrub

Who: Koala (ft.ing Sleeping Solo)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress
When: April 5th

[When Han falls into his coma on the first (April Fools! too bad she's unaware of the holiday), Koala starts out panicked the first hour, and then plotting the next. It's terrifying, of course. Of course it is. How can it not be scary, to have your friend collapse and not wake up when shaken? But now that he's laid down to sleep — some strange, unnatural slumber, nothing at all like someone simply asleep — she paces and bites her nails and tries to think of the best thing to do.

She pinches his arm. She yells loudly in his ear and slams two cans together. She splashes water on his face. She looks for magical potions or medicines or anything of the sort on the moon that would make him rise. Someone gives her something to run under his nose; they said it wakes people from fainting. Nothing. She runs in and hollers that his precious Millennium Falcon's arrived, and that they're going to smash it up if he doesn't come get it.

Nothing works at all, and eventually she sinks into the chair near his bunk, puts her face in her hands, and sits distraught for a moment with a wide, unnatural smile on her face — one anyone would recognize as all nerves.]

I-it's okay, Mr. Solo. We'll figure something out! There must be something I missed.

[Guilt wrecks her in ways she doesn't understand entirely.

She thinks of lecturing Han about wedding rings. And Leia being gone, just suddenly gone.]

[VIDEO]

[The feed opens to a smile, strained, incredibly strained. But unlike her usual facade, she's abandoned the mask of a pleasant, friendly worker; here, it's simply the impulse of a child who is absolutely terrified to cry on a fleet-wide entry.]

I-I've tried everything I can to wake up Mr. Solo, but still nothing... He just sleeps! Even telling him the ship was on fire didn't work; I'd hoped he'd hear and I could just apologize many times for causing a scene, but he just... keeps sleeping... Is this — is it because he's depressed? Because his — his friend and... and the person he loves were gone, and maybe he just wore himself out, because he was so upset! That's how it works, right? Sometimes people lose the will to keep walking; I've seen it before!

[She seems to be partly talking to herself, as if explaining inwardly. Trying to make sense of such a random event.]

I don't know what to do... I must've, must've have made this worse for him...! After all, I-I was talking about wedding rings! His wedding ring to the princess he cared about. I was talking about such a wonderful thing, but I never even considered how easily people can come and go. I've made it so much worse, to remind him of that right before she'd left, and he's gone and fallen into a deep, terrible sleep! I... I opened my big mouth and jinxed it! Maybe if I hadn't, it would have been easier...

[Sniffling loudly, tears brimming her eyes,she turns away slightly to scrub at them with the rag she's been wringing all the while.]

Oh, no — no, I'm not allowed, I shouldn't... It only makes things worse. But I miss Miss Leia and her lessons, and I don't... know what to do for Mr. Solo... Being able to make your own choices is so difficult; not knowing what your choices even are is so difficult! How does anyone handle it?

He's going to wake up, right?

[Surely he must. It won't be like her father. Mr. Solo isn't hurt! Just — a little stuck, is all.

Until then, she's going to just... go clean up. Maybe she should find more work to do.

Money is very important, after all. She bows her head, voice lower as she trails off.]

If only Miss Leia were here... If a prince can wake up the person they love, then maybe a princess could, too... Couldn't they?

[Go figure, the Organa-Solo's run rampant in her entries.]

birdsbirdsbirds

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

scrubscrub

[Excuse the owlish-eyed girl with the weird pasted-on smile. She has things to talk about!]

Attention...!

I will not use names, because I don't want to embarrass them, b-but...! I needed to tell a very particular pilot something very important! And that is this: if you do d-decide to propose to Miss L — to, ummmm... to your girlfriend, you should not give her a ring made out of spaceship parts. Because that's kind of strange to wear. I believe that sort of advice should be applied to everyone, though...!

Unless the person you love really, really, really enjoys spaceships.

I suppose we should all wear what makes us happy!

I do admit, I've always wanted jewelry... I-I mean, I know they're very expensive most of the time, but I've never gotten to wear any before. Maybe I should make some! Oh, but I don't think I would be very good at it... Is there a particular way to make nice jewelry, even for someone like me? Necklaces and rings and....

....

I don't think I can wear earrings. That seems like it would hurt.

Ah!! I apologize, I guess I've been thinking so much about different topics! Like — games, and stories, and stuff to wear, and so many new things that I've never gotten to enjoy myself before. I think I even have.... friends! Do I? Is there a level that I need to reach with people before I can be friends with them? P-perhaps there's a way to officiate friendships...

Maybe with rings, like marriage! Friendship rings!!

namisan

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Iskaulit
When: Broadcast 12th / Action anywhere from 3rd -12th probably

[In light of certain updates from certain hunters, Nami is trying really, really hard not to take her impressive temper out on the person who's effectively her roommate on the Bloodsport. But being angry and trying to convince yourself not to lash out at someone you think may deserve it but might not so let's be nice about it doesn't really help your mood any. Nami doesn't want to lay into Cas. So Nami avoids Cas. Just for a little while. Because she respects their friendship enough not to damage it in a fit of anger, but also because she thinks trying to punch an angel might be bad for her hand. You know.

So Nami is avoiding the Bloodsport. Which isn't that hard when you've somehow found yourself working at both bars on the Iskaulit. She pulls all the extra shifts she can, keeps busy, works her temper off in fits and starts, and devotes some of her extra time to visiting the gardens to see how her mikan saplings are going, and generally explores what the Iskaulit has to offer.

Really, you can find her drinking at a bar, behind a bar, or anywhere else on the ship. Pick your poison.]

-----

[Today she's not working but lurking at the bar anyway, picking away at snacks and going through her comm and trying to find ways to waste time. So. Lucky network, have a bored navigator.]

Paradisa. Adstringendum. Luceti. [Kyriakos, she nearly adds, but nobody's officially given her that one.] They're all fun places, so I hear. Are there others? I'm curious to see if they have anything in common.

....

...has anyone ever died on the Fleet?

And I guess if that's too morbid for you: pirates or ninjas?

[...Nami. Either be serious or don't. Or-- have another drink. That works.]

eyeforaneye

Who: Uchiha Sasuke+victims
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: Now

[text]

I have thins to say. [ Many, many thins. ]

Violence is normal. And that's not all. If your perception of your own relaity involves limitations stopping your goals... alter that perception. Don't make an excuse. Don't be nice about it. Just change reality.

And I fixed one of those blenders. And I'm not as weird as people think I am. Fuck you all.

[ Really, there are three people to blame for this utter travesty. One of them is Sasuke himself, obviously. One is Obi-Wan, who'd supplied the alcohol that had gotten Sasuke into this state. The last one is Ino, who thought challenging Sasuke to drink would be a fantastic idea. ]

[action]

[ He can be found in various places on the Huntress and in varying stages of inebriation. Trying and failing to cook something edible? Check. Lying in his room staring at the ceiling in the dark? Check. Still in Obi-Wan's room challenging either Ino or the Jedi to an arm-wrestling contest? Probably.

This is what happens when you've never drunk before and weigh approximately nothing. ]

[closed to Ino and Obi-Wan]

I'll take another drink when I finish this text. [ So he says to Obi-Wan and Ino while staring intensely at his communicator, clearly thinking the rambling of an absolutely insane seventeen-year-old is something the fleet needs to be subjected to right this minute.

Also, he can't even remember whose turn it is. Or what the rules are. Or if they're still playing a game that isn't just 'get drunk and die in a ditch'. ]

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