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Who: Beverly Crusher, Ezri Dax, James Kirk, Leonard McCoy, and Pavel Chekov - and you, should you like to stop by!
Broadcast: video
Action: Málum
When: April 5

[So Beverly may or may not have taken a few tequila shots. And she may or may not be quite drunk and affectionately effusive about... everything. Thus she has something Very Important to tell the Fleet, which she does from inside Málum with some of her Starfleet companions around. Thankfully, one of them is holding the camera or this feed would be a lot more intolerably shaky.

It's also one of the rare times you'll find her in her Starfleet Uniform.]

Today! [Beverly claps her hands together.] Today is an important holiday back home - First Contact Day! It marks the time when humans finally launched the first spaceship powered by warp drive and that was also the same day we met the Vulcans. [She frowns, her thoughts coming more slowly than is usual.] I don't think we've had any Vulcans here in the fleet, unless it was a long time ago before I came. Which is really weird when you stop to think about it, that there's been Humans and Cardassians and Trill but no Vulcans. Or anybody else really. Vulcans kind of look like elves so I've often wondered if maybe they are but just so many universes removed that it's not quite the same.

[Clearly someone is giving her A Look from behind the camera and she points an admonishing finger at them.]

I'm getting there! [She straightens up and pats her hair, getting back into "lecture" mode.] What probably many of you don't know, is that I saw all of this, first hand, the last time I went home. You see there were the Borg - only we're not going to go into them because this is supposed to be a celebration - and they were trying to go back in time to ruin the warp ship so the Vulcans wouldn't come down to see us so of course we had to go stop them even though we're not supposed to time travel - and for good reason too, it's a pain in the ass. One time Mark Twain followed us onto the Enterprise and it was this whole thing though I guess it worked out all right in the end because then he wrote A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court so that's good. And he really was very nice and understanding of why he couldn't tell anyone what he saw.

[Another pause as she tries to figure out why she started talking about Mark Twain. Ah! Right!]

So anyway we had to go back in time to stop the Borg and so we met Zefram Cochrane who invented the warp drive and he was completely not like any of us expected and you know, sometimes they say you shouldn't meet your heroes? We'd all been taught about what a great genius he was, and that's true, but I guess they didn't really want to mention in the history books that he really liked to party and building the ship wasn't some noble, selfless endeavor to advance science - it was a difficult time in human history, and he needed the money. But that's the beautiful thing isn't it? People are complicated and may not always be what you expect but they still can do great things. And that's really what First Contact Day is about, celebrating the amazing things we've already done and the things we'll do in the future too. Together.

[This nerd, y'all. You should come party with her.]

imfine1111one

Who: Apollo and whoever's listening
Broadcast: YES fleetwide; video/radio, whichever you prefer
Action: nah, unless someone marches up to his room
When: late at night.

Er, so a lot of strange things seem to be happening, but none of us are dead or being attacked again, so I figure it's best not to question it.

I'm not exactly good at this whole "support" thing, but I guess some people like talking to clear their heads? So let's talk.

Specifically, on a scale of one to ten, what's the most illegal thing you've ever done that you care to admit?

. . .

I can admit I might have ulterior motives due to being a lawyer, but rest assured I don't plan on taking anyone to space court any time soon.

((OOC: PS FEEL FREE TO JUMP EACH OTHER TOO))

notanoptimist

Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday

[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.

He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.

Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]

I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]

[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.

notanoptimist

Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yep - ota
Action: On the Caprine
When: Now.

[Someone looks about half a beat from pouring himself a really strong drink. He's not looking depressed so much as just really confused.] The Caprine's feeling a bit empty, but hey. We've got a new captain. [He's not sure if he should ask for help or tell who's left on the Caprine to abandon ship.]

Pouring a drink for absent friends. [He didn't know Pinkie Pie or Daenerys well, but... they were crewmates and there's also a downed Enterprise not so very long ago, too.] I'd invite y'all to join me but the Caprine's a small ship, empty as it is.

[But he'll take visitors, should anyone get it in their heads to travel to the Caprine. Either way, someone please distract this man.]

hijackass

Who: Handsome Jack and you, cupcake
Broadcast: text
Action: all Fleet-owned vessels
When: Now

H̴̘̜ͥ͒e̲̤̔͡y̳̮͂͒͆̎̕!̳̺̱ ̣͉̰͔̭̼̄́͗H̴̩͆e̽̏ͦ͗͡y̘͈͕̻̮̟̗ͤ͝ ̽͗͏͕̼i̬̻s̜̼̜̈̋̊̑́ ̢̞̖͋̓ͅt̤̟̙͜h̘͎̪͓̗̤͗͗̈́̈́̑ͅḯ̖͈̞̖̼̰̞̾ͬͥ̃̄͘s̱͔ͬ̆̀͌ ̛̬̊̓͗̈́t̡̍͌̅̎̋̈̊h̶͍̲̎̌̔͊ͩ̚i͕͕̪ͅn͉̮̞̠ͪg̨ͤ̃ͭ ̗͇̆͆ó͊n̗̰̲̠̲̦̏̅̓̿̾͋?̼̼͍͙͕̠̼̃̍ͤ̈͑̈́̂͟ ̤̫̜̯̝̦̒͐̐̐ ͉̪͛̇̑ͥͥͧG̵̖̙̮̜͈ͨ̋ͨ͌ȏ̬̟͇̜͎̬̈́͐̈̂̅̈́d͖̯̬̈̈́ͧ̚ ̫͂ͬ̾ͯ̉ͅt̰͉̗̜́ͯ͒ͫͩh̗̑͑ͨͧ̽͋͘iͧ͂̂͏̱s̯̦̞̹͍̋ͫ͒ͬ̔ ̪̦̬̠̣̞̈́̓͡c̖̠̰̥̎̃͟ȑ̘̟͚̘̜̥͋̿̈ͮͅâ̹̦͎͖͔̻̻ͮp̿ ͖̑͜i̝ͨ̋̄ͨͩ͘s̝͜ ̧̬̠̒̈́̌̓̂͛a̋̿̅̚n͚ͦ͆̽̂̍ͮͫḉ̐͌ͥ̒ͬ̚i̳̤͌ͬė͑ͪ̃ͭ̚̚҉̼͚̙͉̻ͅn̫͙͓̞̹͒̒͛ͪͥ̚t̬̫͕͖̥̓̿͗ͨͨ.ͧ̑͂̽ͬ̽͏̟͍͕ ̸͓̺̝̬͒ͯ̾.

Lͨ͛̈͒̎̒emͤ̇͝m͛e͂̈͒ ̿ͦjͭ̿͠u̓ͭ͢s҉t̨--ahh that's it there we go. Hey kiddos. Handsome Jack here. I know I know, the Hero, the Legend, here in the digitized flesh or whatever! Totally missed all you peons while I was doing the whole "dead" thing and all that, super-stoked to be back lemme tell ya.

So yeah. Just a quick quesh for you guys:

Where the hell is Rhys.

I mean not that I'm terribly attached to the guy [ HAhaaaaa the jokes. Get it, because before this he was stuck in that loser's brain????? ] but sorta weird to go from hanging with my best meatbuddy to whsht, back in a space station. Sssoooo if one of you kiddos could do uncle Jack a solid there I'd really appreciate it. Like so much I might not even vent all the air in your stupid little ships!

That's a joke! It's a joke, haha! We're having fun. This is fun.

Nah it's totally the truth. Still fun though!

[ So that's....yeah. That's Jack. In a measurably good mood??? A little disoriented sure but hey! It's a jarring experience to go from living in some loser's head to suddenly being uploaded into network. Totally killer (haaaaa) but also jarring. He's getting used to it. Which means even if your character isn't on the network? Jack's going to be working his ways through the systems any way he can to peek and pry around. For members of the Golden this manifests as glitch-riddled access panels and weird random texts full of gibberish and code...and the odd door slamming itself shut in your face. Or refusing to open at all.

Members of other ships will find themselves harassed in other forms! a.k.a Jack's just going to stalk them, see what they're doing, and then start offering super-helpful commentary on it. You're welcome. ]

spacebro

Who: Mon-El
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marsiva if you're new too!
When: Now until he gets shuffled like the deck of cards he is! (What?)

Hi. So, this is not what I was expecting today. [He was expecting some additional rest and recovery after the last few days. Instead, he feels mysteriously good as new.] I'd just heard some great things about Netflix, and I was looking forward to chilling with it. [Someone may have missed giving him the full explanation and context of that phrase. Ooooor maybe they didn't.]

I am getting tired of being the one who always gets abducted. Winn and Alex could take turns too. Just saying.

[A soft sigh. He's staying in pretty good spirits despite everything, but he's wondering if this is doing him any good.] Is anyone even listening to this?

[And just in case someone is.] My name is Mon-El.

[Oh, wait.]

Mike!

I meant Mike. [Almost definitely no one noticed that. It was very smooth. He'll just turn this off now.]

spontaneouscombustion

Who: Pinkie Pie and anyone else at various levels of DONE with the Atroma.
Broadcast: Heck yes! Spread ALL the salt!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Post-shuffle

[This is the fourth time in the last five shuffles that Pinkie's lost crew mates. Qing, Robin, Poe, and now Finn were gone home, and there was no way to tell if they'd ever come back or if they'd keep any memory of this place and the people they'd met, the friendships and relationships they've made, the adventures they've had. Whether they'd remember her ever again. Whether she'd forget all this too when she went back home.

After this fourth stab in the heart, though, there was less raw pain and more anger. WAY more anger. Mostly at the stupid Atroma and their stupid fake-smiley-ness and their not letting people remember things or even say GOODBYE! So it's time for some revenge, Pinkie Pie Style.]

I'm throwing a party for anybody that's lost somebody in these shuffle things, even if they've been gone for a while. Or anybody who doesn't like the Atroma. Or just needs a good time. It's on the Iskaulit, FAR AWAY from the Marsiva's party room. I'm a little low on actual not-gel snacks at the moment, but I've got plenty of salt, and you can bring your own snacks and stuff if you want.

[It won't be Pinkie's usual extravaganzas, but there's some out-of-the-way music, card-making supplies, and some candles to set up a memorial alter. There's also a line of snack tables, with lots of room for contributions. Pinkie's own fare is honor of her absent crew mates: veggie pot stickers for Qing, coffee for Robin, nachos slathered with a BURNING hot sauce for Poe, and bright blue melon-flavored milkshakes for Finn. And yes, there's actually salt formed into a huge block, as well as shakers for adding salt to your drink. Because ponies.]

forsometimenow

Who: Jennifer Keller and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck, or elsewhere if you want to take it there
When: November 6th

[When the feed clicks on without any intervention, as Atroma-made devices are wont to do, Jennifer's still asleep. However, it's but a few moments before she wakes, giving a gasp and looking around for a moment, confused, before it sinks in, and she lets out a moan of frustration.]

Goddamnit. [Then, realizing her communicator is turned on, she grabs it and turns it off, with a long-suffering sigh.

After talking to Beverly, Jennifer takes some time to check out her ship and its crew, making sure things are the same as they were when she went to sleep- for she'd gone home for a while, and been kept busy. Satisfied that nothing major had happened in her absence, when Jennifer makes a deliberate broadcast, this time she's holding up a new sponsor gift- a gray jacket with yellow stripes and a black leather jacket, replicas of her uniform from home. Except the Atlantis logo reads ATLANTA, and the pegasus has been replaced by a unicorn, and the yellow stripes on her jacket are very... neon.]

Now that I'm awake again, anybody want to start a sports team called the Atlanta Unicorns? Atroma was kind enough to welcome me back with these, and it struck me as a very good team name. Thanks, sponsors, you're the best.

[The sarcasm is laid on pretty thick.]

moonofmylife

Who: All Visitors and Crew aboard the Caprine
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Yeah!
When: Now

[Monthly mingle for the SS Caprine, get.]

notanoptimist

Who: Leonard McCoy and ota
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: on the Marsiva
When: Oct 29, morning

[McCoy has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders when the broadcast flips on; he's still cold, by God, and he's not above looking a bit silly in an effort to warm up. There's unoffensive music playing in the background and McCoy's eyebrow is fairly twitching in time to it.]

Two questions, for whoever's listening. [He's read everything he can get his hands on, but some things are better from people he can actually question. He holds up his index finger.] Where in the hell are we? I can't make heads or tells of what I'm seein' here.

[He holds up a second finger.] Where can I get a drink? Doesn't have to be good; it just has to burn.

[These are important things to know.]

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