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Who: the crew of the SS Paisley + any visitors!
Broadcast: if you want dawg
Action: everywhere on the paisley which isn't a whole lot because this crew sucks at upgrades
When: right meow

[ AYY WELCOME ABOARD JASON. ALSO CONGRATS ON BECOMING FIRST MATE JOEL. PUT ON YOUR SWEET HATS WE PARTYIN. ]

[ jk we suck. ]

respired

Who: Koltira; Lioriley
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: RIGHT NOW ...?

[Fortunately, Koltira's torturous visions didn't last long. But their afterimages linger, and even though he can't perceive the shades anymore, he's still imagining them. Lurking in the corners of the ship; lunging for him; claws outstretched and jaws open wide. The aggressive shadows were once a constant in his life, dogging him wherever he went after he broke free of the Lich King's control. Someone had helped him, yes, had temporarily cleared them away--but they always returned.

He wonders if it's possible for the shades to cross over with him, to somehow follow him through time and space. The thought agitates him, paralyzes him.

He sits in the kitchen, gripping the edges of the table. The tension in his muscles suggests that he's ready for a fight, but there's no one there. Just him, staring straight ahead, biting his lip until it bleeds.

The relative isolation doesn't help. He's been here a few weeks now, and that's a few weeks longer than he's ever gone without a battle. It's taking a toll.]

thespaceopera

[according to the scanners, the fleet is hitting some kind of anomaly today... or is it? the electronics have all been acting very strangely today. it's hard to tell which readings are real, and which are errors.

like this reading here that says the temperature is plummeting into the negatives. it doesn't feel cold, does it? and this one saying that life-forms are popping up all over the ship is very strange.

though, then again, maybe you're seeing things. if there is something going on with the electronics, maybe it's affecting the augments as well... because some of these things that you're seeing just can't be real.

or maybe you're feeling fine (you're sure of it) and that crewmate of yours--the one who is sitting in the corner and meticulously wadding up an entire roll of toilet paper--he is the one obviously having problems.

either way, between the electronics malfunctioning and the crews' questionable grasp on reality, it's impossible to tell if the strange broadcast crackling through waves of static is even really happening.]

TEN. NINE. [--the voice is digital. robotic. nothing like the boisterous man's voice that follows]

Am I calibrated? I don't feel calibrated... [more static. hissing and buzzing.]

EIGHT. --No, I can't do that. Just get it done, and-- SEVEN. SIX.

Ha! [he laughs. and a woman laughs along with, somewhere deeper in the interference.] Like that would ever happen. FIVE. ...Yeah, get a load of this guy, right? Classic.

Don't forget to smile, darlin'. FOUR. ...Okay, okay. I got it.

[the buzzing rises. and he suddenly sounds much more serious.] Sure. Whatever you say.

THREE. TWO.

--I hate this part--

(ooc: happy april first, floots. these effects only last ICly for today, but feel free to backtag and whatnot if you come to the party late. feel free to use this post for all reactions, hallucinations, confused broadcasts, checking on your crew, or any other related hijinks. have fun!)

whereivebeen

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Paisley!
Broadcast: anything could happen, I guess?
Action: Anywhere on the ship
When: From the shuffle through the end of the month

[ Well the ship could only stay empty but for her captain for so long. And I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know what happens when these older folks show up and find their ship is captained by a 17-year-old with an attitude problem.

Let the games begin... ]

respired

Who: Koltira Deathweaver
Broadcast: fleet-wide
Action: the Marsiva
When: Early March 17

[The sensation of waking is strange and unfamiliar to Koltira; he can't recall the last time he slept, or even fell unconscious. He rises slowly, flexing his plated fingers. His armor, freshly polished and repaired, gleams darkly under the stark light of the hospitality deck. As he stands, Koltira checks himself for injuries, injuries that were very present at his last recollection. He presses a hand to his side -- nothing. He touches his neck, and finds the recently shredded flesh mostly intact, but he still comes away with a smear of black-green ichor on his palm.

As he fully wakes, the old familiar pain shoots through what remains of his nerves. But he's smiling, sort of. His lips are slightly parted, anyway, showing sharp teeth; the look of an escaped prisoner.

Koltira runs his tongue over his canines. His deep, gravelly voice has an unearthly reverb to it, as though there's a ghost echoing everything he says.]

Whoever you are, my thanks.

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