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Who: Red Fish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Possibly in the comments?
Action: On the Red Fish!
When: From late April/Early May!

[Is it still a mingle if everyone on the ship is violent? Wouldn't that be a riot?]

searingedgelord

Who: Velvet Crowe and You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: aboard the SS Red Fish
When: right after the Shuffle

[Velvet had woken up in one strange tin can and had only just started to get her bearings when she was suddenly transported to another strange tin can. This isn't how she was expecting today to go.

She stumbles a little but manages to catch herself, oblivious to the fanfare that signals her arrival.]

Where--?

[She takes a moment to steady herself, shaking her head to clear it. She blinks, focusing on her surroundings, trying to make sense of things.]

...Is that pudding?

[Where does pudding fit into all this? And that's not even mentioning the confetti. Actually she hasn't even noticed that yet, or the fact that a lot of it has fluttered into her hair. She looks pretty festive for someone so cranky.]

exothermia

Who: Erik Lehnsherr and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide (unintentional) video, and (intentional) text
Action: N/A, unless you're determined to find him in the Heron
When: early morning February 27

video.
[The feed opens on a slanted angle, fixed on the shuttles of the Heron's cargo bay and a large metal crate sitting between them. It looks almost like the communicator responsible has been set down on a table and turned itself on - particularly as Erik can be seen walking away from the camera, towards the mystery crate. He doesn't seem to know he's being filmed at all, given his entire attention is on the crate. When he stops next to it he frowns, and turns it around. His expression becomes a bit more fixed with irritation as the message on the side comes into view:

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MAGNEATO FIRST YEAR! - Magnecessities

With a scowl, he pulls off the top of the crate -- and jerks backwards as a half-dozen balloons pop out, sailing upwards towards the ceiling. Festive! Oh, but that isn't the half of it. After a muttered curse he peers into the crate itself. He reaches in and pulls out... a toy. A plush horseshoe-style magnet, to be precise.

For a long couple of seconds he just stands there staring at the toy. The video starts to shudder a little, consistently, as the table it sits on begins to vibrate. Erik drops the toy back into the crate and with the same hand, makes a smacking motion through the air. The crate crumples and flies off out of view, landing with a crash somewhere offscreen. Erik turns then and glares straight at the communicator. The rattling of the image increases for a moment before the image cuts out. Show's over.]

text.
[About half an hour after that little display, a text message appears on the network.]

There's a crate of stuffed toys outside the Heron on the ring world. Take them.

[And that's it. Anyone who decides to take a look will indeed find the crate sitting on the dirt near the Heron's landing site... looking decidedly worse for wear, crumpled and smashed like it was dropped from several tall buildings. There are plenty of plush magnets inside for the taking.

Erik himself is nowhere around, though he'll respond to any calls.]

perfecting

Who: Nancy Wheeler and you;
Broadcast: yes
Action: n/a - Marsiva
When: current.

( A; VIDEO )

[ the video opens, abruptly, to what is undoubtedly the marsiva. The girl who walks into the frame, her back to the camera is on the younger side. When she turns, a few things might be easily concluded. This is a teenager - pale face, blue eyes, a golden necklace of two ballet slippers, tightening her dark jacket over her sweater.

Unaware of the camera, she will lift a bandaged palm and neatly undo the bandages, inspecting a well-healed palm. Look closely and you might notice a thin, pale scar just in the middle of her palm before she'll tighten her hand into a fist.

She's entirely alone, it would seem. Nothing but the eerie, cheerful music of the Marsiva. Looking around at the food and drinks, she breathes a little faster. Her alarm is quiet; there is no hysteria or panic - but there is certainly fear.

And apparently, anger. A moment later she will catch a glass and throw it onto the floor, smashing it. When no response comes, something will snap and methodically, she will begin throwing and smashing plates and glasses, pushing aside cots, toppling them over and when this surge of quiet anger stops -

nothing. but this lack of response seems to unnerve her and she bends over, picks up a broken shred and holds onto it, as if she is still awaiting an attack from an unknown party. ]

( B; TEXT )

[ several hours later, most of which were spent watching the messages on the network and trying ( and failing ) to understand their meaning, she seems to understand this is a mean of communication of a sort. but then, how? if there is no one with her?

figuring this works like a phone of a sort, only with words, she will send a single word out, a tentative, unsure attempt: ]

Hello?

girlverine

Who: Laura Kinney and Open
Action: At the giant derelict ship/On the Red Fish
When: Throughout the month
Broadcast: Fleetwide

Audio

[There's a little delay and the barely audible sound of shuffling as Laura turns her comm on. Then, finally, a faint breath before she speaks.]

I need to know how to replant a small tree.

[That is the entire message. So social.]

At the wreck of the ship

[Laura has been spending a lot of time at the giant ruined ship and the surrounding forest, her curiosity about the wreck only outweighed by her desire to be out amongst the trees. She knew this would end soon, the fleet would move on and they'd wind up stuck in space for weeks, or on another dying world, or worse yet, some space station. More cramped hallways and recycled air.]

[The ship was a compromise, open to the jungle in enough places that she could poke around inside it without feeling like she was caged in. But she didn't really have anything specific she was looking for. When she came across something that might be useful, she'd pull it down or cut it out of the ship, and she had slowly amassed a pile of broken machinery near one of the holes into the hull.]

[Other times she can just be found sitting on the outside of the ship, high up as close to the top as her claws could get her, just...watching the forest. And the other people exploring the wreckage.]

On the Red Fish

[While they're on the planet, Laura is away much of the time. She's even sleeping out in the jungle, only coming back every few days to drop off things she might have found, or get a desperately needed shower and change of clothing. People can catch her coming back filthy or heading off clean.]

[Later on, she brings home a pumpkin. It winds up sitting in the hallway outside of her room, too big to comfortably bring in. But small enough to walk around. Mostly. Feel free to complain. Or try to eat her pumpkin. That will end well.]

beathach

Who: Hank McCoy and Erik Lehnsherr
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: crashed ship
When: today!

[when the feed opens, the network is gifted with the bickering of two men]

I don't see why you can't do this.

[Erik is the one visible on screen, and he doesn’t look pleased about it at all. He jerks his chin towards the wall next to him, irritated.]

Because it’s your idea, and I don’t want to.

[the huff that follows is a little on the growly side]

I’m here to open paths, not send out messages. [As if to punctuate this point, Erik turns away from the camera and swipes his hand through the air. The metal wall crumples to the side with a shriek, curling up on itself like a ringpull.

The camera shifts off of Erik with a muttered "show off" to the plant life spilling out of the side of the hull, and a clawed, blue foot comes into frame to poke at a nearby pumpkin]

In any case - Erik and I are at the crashed ship, if anyone would like us to bring some of these back. If you're interested, feel free to message one of us.

As for the ship - if anyone else is planning to come out here, be careful. There's ways into the ship, but it has been here a while, so it's falling apart. We'll try to get some information about the signal while we're here, though so far we haven't had much luck.

[the camera moves back to Erik]

Do you have anything you want to add?

[Erik’s mostly occupied with pointing his flashlight into the gloom of the area beyond the wall. He does give a curt response.]

No requests for pumpkins bigger than the usual Earth-size.

outstandingbalance

Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now-ish or tomorrow morning

W4MW4Friendly Fight

Woman seeking sparring partner for morning workout. Call it cabin fever, but looking for new challenges. Normal human to moderately enhanced welcome. High skill level preferred, but beginners welcome if they're interested in a lesson.

Reply here if interested, or see Natasha Romanoff in the gym, tomorrow morning 8am.

[True to her word, Natasha can be found at the gym on the Iskaulit in the morning. She's already dressed and warmed up. She looks like she means business, but less angry or troubled—not like some of her other recent turns at the gym—but she's serious enough to give someone second thoughts if they weren't entirely sure in the first place.

Who's up for a few rounds?]

girlverine

Who: Laura Kinney and you! Yes, you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide, for the first part!
Action: Everything else.
When: June/July. During the stay on awkward physical contact planet.

Broadcast

[When the camera clicks on, the screen is mostly obscured by massive tree leaves. They do seem to be moving though, pushed down and out of the way, to finally reveal the very top of the forest. Above the tree houses and even the canopy. It had taken some work, and the better part of a couple hours, but Laura had managed to make her way to the top of the tallest tree she could find.]

[The camera is set down on one of the leaves, pointing out at the distant ocean, and there's some shuffling about and the sound of something climbing the last bit of the way up onto the top of the branch before a hand scoops up the camera again.]

[When she turns it around to face herself, it's mostly to show a shot of the distant volcano behind her. The climb has left her a bit sweaty and dirty, her short torn in at least two places, and her hair is tugged back into a thick braid. Somewhere along the climb she picked up one of the fluff slugs things, and the little blue and green creature is perched on her shoulder, cooing quietly.]

[Laura...actually smiles faintly? And almost looks happy As she looks around? And then her green eyes flick back to the camera.]

Better than the last planet.

[Is all she's going to say before she turns the camera back to the view, showing off the trees and ocean and volcano again, before she turns it off with a click.]

( Planet action prompts! )

killedwithlove

Who: Cole
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Pathstone unless asked to go somewhere
When: Now-ish?

[The broadcast is very unusual, coming from Cole. He replies, sometimes, but he very rarely initiates communication through the network.

The camera points at the ceiling, catching just the edge of Cole's hat. He has it in his lap but doesn't try to look into it.]

I need someone who is able to kill me if I turn into a demon. Cassandra promised to, but she's gone and Jove and Solas said they would, but with them gone, I need someone to make sure I'm not a danger to people.

passingthrough

Who: Leia, Logan, Laura, Kitty
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Starlight Station
When: Nowish (but leaving it flexible)

[A small group of people who want to make bad life decisions have gathered in a more-or-less private space they scouted on the station. They're all recent-ish arrivals who don't like the idea of the augments, and certainly don't trust them.

They've heard stories about impossible impeding fear and unbearable pain, but they aren't easily stopped by either concept. Some things you have to see and do and know for yourself. Besides, they have mutants with healing powers and built-in hand-scalpes and one with the ability to disrupt electronics with a touch. Not to mention a woman with force abilities. What could possibly go wrong?]

girlverine

Who: Laura Kinney/X-23 and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: For the Marsiva
When: March 1st

[Broadcast]

[When the feed clicks on, it's a close up of Laura sleeping on one of the cots on the Marvisa, her fingers coiled around a silver locket hanging from her neck, and she looks...almost peaceful?]

[But it's a very short moment, as after a few seconds, her eyes spring open, and for a few more she doesn't move, perfectly still, not even breathing, just listening to her surroundings. When she sits up finally, it's a single smooth motion that sends the communicator spinning off the bed and clattering to the floor, filming upward as the teenager stands, her hands balled into fists. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, a purple tanktop and dark blue jeans, and would have looked like a pretty normal teen if not for the intense expression on her face. Slowly she scanned the room, head tilted to the side as she listened to the sounds of the ship, and...sniffing? Was she smelling the ship?]

[Not getting whatever information she was hoping for, she turns and kicks the phone by accident, glancing over as it skittered away and then crouching down to scoop it off the floor. She frowned as her eyes search the screen, and after a few seconds, she finds the right button and the feed cuts out.]

[When it kicks back on, perhaps fifteen minutes later, it's pointed at one of the viewports on the ship, out at the stars, and Laura can be seen standing behind it on the reflection of the glass. She looks...uncertain now, hesitant, clearly her exploration did not turn up what she wanted it to. Finally she addresses the camera without turning it towards herself.]

Where am I?

[Action]

[Laura could be found moving quietly around the hospitality ship, mostly keeping to herself, sometimes sitting where she could look out the windows or where she could watch other people without being particularly intrusive, or just watch the feeds on her communicator. She was studying the ship, studying the people, studying the situation, trying to figure out what she could learn before she made any decisions about what to do next.]

[She was a bit jumpy, honestly, though not to the point of being dangerous yet. But if there was one thing X-23 hated, it was being held prisoner, and this ship was certainly a prison. In moments where she thinks she is alone, one of the long, metal claws slides out from between her the knuckles on her right hand and traces patterns on her forearm, X's and O's mostly, just deep enough to cut, not deep enough to last more than a few seconds with her heeling factor. It's not a good thing, but it helps her focus, helps her deal...]

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