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Who: Sascha, Nami AND YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bloodsport
When: 4AM. We're not sorry.

[ When the camera feed switches on inside the Bloodsport, it's late. Late-late, as much as it ever becomes when one travels the universe. But in this particular case even the lights of the hall it chooses to focus in on have been dimmed to the point of being practically non-functional. Almost everything is obscured by shadow...including the silhouette which blurs across the screen for just an instant.

The next time the feed tracks movement, it's in front of the ship's captain quarters. The silhouette appears again, flattened near the wall as they slowly creep their way closer. A single hands slides up and opens the hatch to that the door slides open without a sounds--and for some reason? The motion-sensor on the lights doesn't even go off to adjust the brightness. It stays dark, and without a word the shadowed figure slips inside, creeps slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed that some might recognize as a slumbering Nami.

They sneak in close, lift a hand and reach it out towards her...

And instead of wrapping around her neck? It plants itself on the bed, right before that shadowy figure flops right down beside her and huddles close. For a cuddle. ]

[After a moment or two, Nami's eyes slide sleepily open, confused at first, and then a hand reaches hurriedly out for the desktop lantern, throwing her invader into full relief: one (1) Sascha, late night travelling cuddlebug.

There's a lot of supremely intense staring. Some tallying of the situation. She's naked. He's wrapped around her like a limpet. And then she smiles. Sweetly.]

Sascha.

[He blinks at her in surprise, then perks up happily.] Yes~~?

Ahaha!~ [Cheerful as always as she throws the covers back.] Here I was sure we'd discussed the concept--

[Don't ask how she managed to kick him in the face but it's a surefire winner, sending her invader crashing to the floor--]

-- of PERSONAL SPACE!!

[ It's possibly the most glorious sight Sascha as ever seen, since apparently Nami sleeps in the nude--for the whole half-second he gets to enjoy it (lucky you guys, huh??) anyway. Then he's left scrambling to get his feet under him again and push himself up, because Nami's stalking towards him already as he looks up with wide eyes and babbles; ]

I was j--just cuddling, no biting...! [ AS IF THAT'S THE ISSUE HERE. Nami clearly doesn't think so, because in half a second here? He's going to be fleeing for his life with her hot on his heels.

Have fun Bloodsport. It's also like four in the gd morning. ]

[ ooc; blue is Sascha, Green is Nami! Feel free to find either or both at any point after the broadcast on the Bloodsport, or just call...them..... ]

nerdeology

Who: Mikleo
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Huntress!
When: Now, basically

[You know what's great about being a seraph? Never getting sick. You know what's not great about being a seraph? Having zero frame of reference for what being sick is like when you experience it for the first time. And after a month of quietly enduring and/or ignoring it, despite being a water elemental trapped on a planet full of poisonous water, it's finally caught up to him.

It doesn't help that this realization comes hand in hand with the fact that he's been upgraded to captain, apparently, which is as nonsensical a decision as he's ever heard from the Atroma. The one perk - besides the sudden lack of malevolence on the Huntress due to Greed's departure - means that he now has a big bed to curl up and be miserable in.]

I have a few questions.

is there some sort of guide for captain's duties? for those who lack experience.

also:

how do you tell whether you are dying or just sick

[...Those questions should probably have had a completely different priority, but whatever. He's too sick to be bothered.

He makes an attempt at sending this out as an anonymous communication, but he's a bit too light-headed and bleary-eyed to pull it off, so it probably doesn't work too well. He still doesn't show up on camera, so there is that.]

thespaceopera

[The night has finally come--the Gravity Rush is nearly upon us! What normally serves as a large performance hall has been gutted, emptied of its boring furniture and rigged up into a fantastical mismatch of technology and old culture. No matter where you go tonight, you're encouraged to move around, dance, play games, whatever helps you sleep in late tomorrow morning.

If you aren't one for scurrying around a ballroom all night, there's always plenty of people-watching to do. After all, so many people are wearing extravagant costumes and elaborate masks. How can you even tell who is who? Get lost in a crowd of sequins, chatter with a sun and a moon, or try to beat the guy in the monster-mask at a game of cards. Meet your friends or make some new ones--this masquerade party has begun!]

[[ooc: All sections are up now, have fun! A related ooc post is HERE for any questions or plotting you'd like to do.]]

passingthrough

Who: Kitty and all the people of fleet!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Windrose if you want
When: At some point before the masquerade

We have a masquerade coming up, and I was bored so I thought I'd mettle in people's lives for my own amusement. First, the disclaimer, there is nothing wrong with going to a dance solo.

Now, for anyone else, who wants a date?

Sorry, not me. Taken. But there are probably some of you out there thinking a date would be fun, and sure, why not? So speak up. Let's make some love connections. Or, you know, awkward dancing connections. I'm a mutant, not a miracle worker.

(OOC: Please feel free to threadjack.)

beathach

Who: two nerds and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: now!

[ The audio comes on sharply, but everything is still dark as two people discuss their situation.]

Is that the camera? Can you get it to work?

I - think so? Here, push this --

I am pushing it, Hank. I thought you knew about these from that show you keep watching. Space Trek?

It's Star Trek and that isn't exactly - you know, the same thing as this.

Right. . . . Wait, I think I see something on the side.

[ And the video flickers on, the red light glowing softly. It focuses on two men. One in a wheelchair and the other right next to him, peering curiously at the camera before they step back satisfied. ]

Well, that’s over and done with. Hello to anyone who might be out there. My name is Charles Xavier and this is Hank McCoy. Apparently we’ve been kidnapped again, by an unknown force again for some mysterious reason.

[muttered:] Again. [and louder] So if anyone would be kind enough to explain exactly what's going on, we'd appreciate it. You have our thanks in advance.

But do keep it pertinent.

only_skin_deep

Who: Mystique and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now.

[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.

Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.

Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.

Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.

grounds

Who: Octavia Blake
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Wonderduck
When: Afternoon of the 21st

[It's been a few days since she went unconscious for no good reason, but when she wakes up, Octavia has no real grasp on the concept of time thanks to a three month trip back home. Somehow.

The process goes from slow to alarmingly fast quicker than she could draw her sword. She shoots up in bed, not realizing she's in the med bay on her ship, eyes darting around like a cornered animal.]

Lincoln?! [Of course her comm is on the table beside the bed recording every moment.

Octavia all but leaps off the cot, blanket falling away to reveal a new tattoo on her arm going part way up her neck. It only takes a moment for the blood to rush to her head, forcing her to sit back down with more force than she cares for. She places a hand to her head as all of it-- the fleet and home-- come rushing back.]

Dammit! [She lashes out, she needs to, kicking at the table beside her, giving the broadcast a shaky view before it settles to show her sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. Now she knows it's on.]

Dammit. How long was I out?

ecclesiophobic

Who: Darkholme and whomsoever dares.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: March 4th

Broadcast (can also be an action option for anyone close enough to hear the racket):
[The communicator comes online in the middle of clattering to the floor, bouncing and skidding until it ends up wedged against something that props it at an odd angle. Most of what it shows is a bland view of the ceiling, though the audio of a heavily-accented German voice grumbling is clear as a bell.]

Goddammit, what part of let me d--what the? [There' s a loud implosion of air, with a similar bamf sound echoing further away. The voice mutters something, words indistinct but tone harsh. The clarity increases with the volume as the owner of the voice begins to swear emphatically, lapsing halfway through into truly inventive German, punctuated by the sounds of clattering and movement. Someone just realized his swords are missing.]

Action:
[Sometime after he's calmed down (and hopefully found the communicator/been given a heads-up on the situation, Kurt temporarily gives up on retrieving his swords and goes exploring his temporary home. Feeling vulnerable without his weapons and with a distinct lack of shadows to blend in to, he opts to scurry along the ceiling on fours in lieu of using the floor like a normal person. It also lets him inspect the ceiling for visible cameras, ventilation shafts, wiring, or anything to give him information about their captors' technology level.

Occasionally he stops near one of the huge windows, the view catching his attention even after he's given up on recognizing any of the stars. Kurt's been in space before, but never for long and always too busy fighting to get a good look at the sky. His own world is so polluted with the aftermath of two wars that the stars are hazy--and that's on the clear nights. It's not a good time to catch him on the floor, but it is a good one to catch his attention without interrupting anything.]

thespaceopera

[On Today's Episode of Drift Fleet:

The cargo are still full of crates of gumballs! The ships are well booked past capacity! There's a new empty vessel in the fleet- the SS Blameless! Official alerts have informed the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are still docked at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke (or have they made it big?)

How is the fleet handling these turns of events? Find out in the continuation!

...Meaning, this is a spillover mingle for February's mingle as it's hit recaptcha. Feel free to use this mingle to start new threads, or carry on old threads from the previous mingle!

- Current Plot Setting
- Previous Mingle Post
- Latest Shuffle

Tag around, have fun, and feel free to continue posting your own posts/ship mingles! We really mean it this time when we say this will be the only mod-posted one for the event!]

digthefuzz

Who: Kurt Wagner, the crew of the Huntress + anyone who may be visiting the ship. And anyone who might have a food delivery job!
Broadcast: Huntress-wide
Action: On board the Huntress!
When: Shortly after the latest Shuffle

[At some point while the Huntress is in orbit, an announcement comes across the speakers. It's a young voice with a German accent, and this blue guy is broadcasting from the ship's bridge.]

Guten tag. Good people of the S.S. Huntress, this is your captain - one of your captains, Kurt Wagner, speaking. Do we have any new crew in the house? If so, um... welcome! But for anyone who's hearing this message in general, I have a special mission, should you choose to accept it.

Today, I found out that there's a way to make a dream come true. A simple dream... a dream of getting pizza delivered to a spaceship! But there's a catch. They'll deliver, but the minimum order they ask for? It's pretty big. Now I don't mind having pizza to spare, but I do mind being even deeper in a financial hole. But then I remembered... Hey, there's a whole bunch of us here! If we all pitch in, we can nail this order without having to nail our wallets' coffins shut! So, come on! Speak up if you want to chip in... and name the topping or side order of your choice! Let's make this happen!

Addendum

[A few minutes later, Kurt sends out a secondary announcement to cover something that he's realized might be an issue:]

Okay, it's come to my attention that a lot of you might not know what pizza is! It's this really delicious stuff... I admit it's far from the healthiest food, but, um... it's like this flatbread that's covered in tomato sauce and melted cheese, and there's all kinds of toppings you can put on it, like meat and vegetables. They come mostly in big circular pies, and you take triangular slices from it. Pretty awesome, huh? And I left a menu out in the bridge so you can check out all the toppings and side orders they have. Um... hope that helps! Kurt out!

[ooc: Based on the answer to this question! Basically, anyone who has any reason to be on the ship can feel free to chime in and contribute! Threadjacking is also encouraged. And anyone can be free to have their character be the poor deliver person saddled with bringing this entire order up!]

thespaceopera

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

littlecousin

Who: Namorita Prentiss
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Current

[A pretty, pale-skinned woman with "sea green" (I don't write the canon narration, okay) eyes is holding the communicator too close to her face. Depending on your frame of reference, she looks like a blond Vulcan or a more or less unremarkable elf, and she's wearing an expression of slightly exasperated concentration. And she is definitely talking to herself.]

Aww man, I bet Starkphones are better than this.

[She's accidentally turned on the broadcast, you see, because she's from the early 90s and how does personal electronics that aren't from Atlantis. Quick study, though, and she giggles a little as she realizes she's transmitting.]

Whoops. Hi, everybody. My name's Nita, nice to meet you, can someone tell me how to record a voicemail greeting on this please and thank you?

[Obviously it has to have voicemail, duh.

Technological hiccups notwithstanding, Nita seems quite unbothered by having been kidnapped into space, and she settles back, pulling her long ponytail forward over a bare shoulder as she does so to avoid pinning herself to the seat by her own hair. The new angle reveals that she's wearing a scaly green bathing suit and not much else...and she's seemingly unbothered by that, too, looking at the feed with an expectant, friendly smile.]

passingthrough

Who: Kitty Pryde
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, hospitality deck
When: Current

[It starts recording without her realizing it. She's exploring her new surroundings cautiously. She places a hand on one of the cots and then pushes it through as if the cot weren't there at all. She removes her arm and both it and the cot are unharmed. Just testing her powers, don't mind her. She got worried when she realized her claws were missing.

Then she gets a better look at her communicator. It's a different model than she's used to.]

Is this another prison?

[It wouldn't be the first time the AIs sent them to a new facility. A space prison is as fitting as anything else, but there's usually some kind of message about it. This feels different.]

Is anyone from the Defense Force around? [Pause.] Or the X-Men. [She couldn't really be home though could she? In space?] Or anyone. Preferably someone with a light. [She can't find her lighter, but she still has a pack of cigarettes on her.]

(OOC: So, the coloring they used in AoA often makes her hair look reddish or blond, but I doubt the post-apocalyptic reality was really where she was going to start dying it. If you have known a Kitty Pryde, please just assume she looks like her—possibly younger or older. Shorter hair though. <3)

helladoomed

Who: Chloe Price and open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental
Action: For people on the Marsiva, if they like!
When: Right now! And on until shuffle

[There was a young woman with blue hair passed out on the floor of Marsiva. She looks maybe nineteen or twenty, her clothing seems to be a tad damp, and she shifting occasionally as if having a nightmare of some kind.]

-on't you forget about me..

[The words come out in a mumble against the floor, and maybe it's the way they sound in a spaceshiip that yanks her out of her sleep, but a second later her eyes flare open and she sits up in a shock.]

WAIT I- What? [Whatever she was expecting, the Marvisa was clearly not it, and after a quick, panicked look around, she scrambles to her feet.]

Okay, calm down. Maybe this a good thing. Okay. Okay [She is clearly talking to herself, with no idea anyone is watching. Trying to calm herself down, probably.] Still alive. What does that even...

[She finally seems to have noticed a nearby window and the void of space beyond it because she freezes, then immediately darts over to it, staring out for a long breath, one hand coming up to press against the glass, making sure it was there.]

...What the fuck. Am I in space?!

scrubscrub

Who: Anyone on the SS Huntress! Crew and visitors.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Huntress
When: More of January! We got three new crew mates and it will be messy.

IT'S ANOTHER MINGLE FOR OUR EVER-EXPANDING SHIP.

Also, we need an update on how well Koala is doing at pinball.

~~God, help this ship.~~

falconing

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

waterwing

Who: Lapis Lazuli & YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: 1/10

[ VIDEO ]

[ The very second she wakes, the immediacy of how wrong this is crashes over her like a wave.

Lapis curls upright on a cot on the Marsiva, blinking and coughing - like she's been underwater for too long. Frantically, she reaches out for something that isn't there - a shackle. A connection she had been holding on to with all the strength she had, just moments ago -

She had lost it. She hadn't been strong enough.

She stumbles off the cot like she's still getting her land legs, and slowly moves out of the room, quickly casting glances around every corner as she moves down hallways. This doesn't look like a Homeworld ship, but...it has to be. She wasn't strong enough to stay fused with Jasper, and so she must have gotten free. She was probably hurting Steven right now, and Lapis had been taken prisoner again -

What's the point?

In front of a large window, she slumps down, arms winding around her knees. She her forehead against them until she can't see the harsh lights of the ship anymore. With that blocked out, there's just her, and the tumultuous ocean roiling inside of her. ]

[ ACTION ]

[ Soon enough, Lapis is shuttled off to the S.S. Huntress, and she enters the ship with all the reluctance in the world. She is not happy to be here. She barely minds the fact that she's been assigned to a Security position - rather, she avoids the armory entirely. She didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to come here, to be taken prisoner yet again by an organization she knew nothing about, but who would inevitably find some way to use her to their ends.

She doesn't want any of this.

And so as Lapis makes her way to the bunks, she starts pulling - only partly deliberately - on any liquids she passes. Someone using the toilet or shower may suddenly find the water fleeing upwards and out towards the Gem calling it to her. Water, tea, or any other drink may jump out of a cup or drink dispenser as she passes. She does this until she builds a small river down the hallway, barely glancing at anyone she passes unless - unless, they get a bit too close for comfort. ]

No! Just - just stay away from me!

digthefuzz

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

evildetector

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Yep!
When: For the duration of the planet Arslae stay!

[ woot woot! time to get your mingle on, folks. leave a top-level with your starters and tag around! ]

multiglyphs

Who: weiss schnee and ~you~
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: ss three twins
When: december 2nd

[ hello drift fleet who here is up for a rousing game of GET TO KNOW YOUR FELLOW CAPTIVES i mean who doesn't love a good ice breaker amirite.

luckily (un...luckily...???) for you all, weiss has done her Research and has chosen the best possible ice breaker the multiverses can find! ]

With the crews back in their vessels and all systems supposedly in order, I thought now would be the perfect time to engage in a good old fashioned ice breaker.
We all come from different worlds, after all, with various experiences under our belt, yet we are all together put in this position, for better or for worse.
So why not try and get to know each other better?
Of course, with distance now an inhibiting factor, it makes things a little more difficult...
But worry not! For I've found a game that will work just as fine through text, with some slight modifications.
The rules are simple enough — anyone is free to make an honest declaration at any time. If any of the statements apply to you, you simply respond with a brief explanation of how.

I can even start!
Ready?

[ and, yes, weiss has just started an online drinking game, look she's not making these rules up, pls play that portion at your own discretion ahem ]

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( ooc; feel free to go wild and create your own toplevels, threadjack, the whole nine yards...! )

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Entries tagged with kurt wagner

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he's probably fine.

Masquerade Mingle

OPEN | VIDEO

(no subject)

[Video] 1st Form

video ; action (on the wonderduck)

eins (video/action)

Blameless gumball wishes and taxicab dreams

Huntress-Wide: Voice/Action - Pizza the Hutt

Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

video/Marsiva

Video + Marsiva

001 - Video/Action - Welcome to space?

/takes the huntress out back and buries it (jan mingle pt. II)

these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

one ☂ rain, rain, go away...

We're Riding Solo

it's a planet mingle!

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