THE DRIFT FLEET

Who: That one annoying Comms officer and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: Heron crew / visitors
When: 3/24

[The Heron's resident lightning bug has spent most of the month cooped up in the ship, and quite frankly, is starting to get a little fed up with this whole mess. She's found one or two ways to amuse herself, sure- the latest was leaving a box full of ridiculously pink and flowery hair clips, combs, and other accessories outside the hatch leading to Winter's bunk as a belated birthday gift. With a few glittery party poppers rigged to the lid (naturally). But as she hadn't heard 'em go off or dealt with a barrage of profanity yet, that's more of an "entertainment in progress" situation.

So instead it's time to hassle the rest of the fleet. This time around she's not even bothering with a chair, instead opting to float herself around the room. It keeps her moving, and discharges power just in case the hull springs a leak.]

Alright babies, show of hands- who else is ready to ditch this oversized fish bowl?

[Naturally, she's raising hers for the benefit of everyone not from a planet where that's a thing. So considerate!]

Now I know some of you are busy playin' Planeteer for these overgrown guppies. But I know how this reality show stuff works, 'kay babies? You film a bunch of strangers, and just so nothin' gets too boring, you make sure somethin' goes wrong just to watch 'em deal with it.

[She'll fly her way back over to the camera now, and just hover there like she's lying down on a bed making a video journal.]

Between you 'n me? I've got good odds on there bein' some big tragedy all set up for our next pit stop, too. So for those of you worried you won't get your chance to play hero, don't worry! There's always the next episode!

Who: Livewire
Broadcast: Network
Action: Anyone who happens to be on the Heron
When: 2/21

[Yep, the Heron's high-voltage communication's specialist was still glitching out. But as she didn't presently look like a walking Tesla coil, and instead looked like someone on the tail end of an all-nighter. Twelve of them. And siphoning off more power from the ship than usual had done nothing to fix that, so she'd resigned herself to being a lazy lump. A bored lazy lump. Currently propped up against her station and idly zapping the console with one finger as she cycled through what seemed like an endless stream of traffic. At least she was considerate enough- or more likely, lazy enough- to not transmit her search over the entire ship's intercom system, and was keeping her noise-making limited to the bridge.]

Nope. [Bzzt!]

Nuh-uh. [Bzzt!]

Bo-ring. [Bzzt!]

[Eventually, she'd glance up and realize she was being recorded again, but the most she can muster is an annoyed roll of the eyes. Something was definitely off, but it was arguably better than an angry electrical discharge.]

Y'know, for a galaxy jam-packed with all kindsa weird aliens, you'd think it'd be easy to find some decent tunes.

[...this was probably not the best use of the ship's communication's suite, but yep. She was definitely just sitting there scanning all frequencies just to find something to listen to. How any alien life could make it all the way to space travel and not have Space Radio was inconceivable for her, so darn it, she was looking for it.]

Who: Livewire
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide!
Action: Anyone aboard the SS Heron
When: Early morning hours of the 28th (Video), throughout the day (Action)

[VIDEO]

[Whether deliberately or by pure accident, the newest Communications Officer is abruptly dropped onto the bridge of her new cell posting, the Heron. Sure, she'd kept to herself aboard the Marsiva, mostly trying to figure out what was what by eavesdropping on everyone else, but she'd hit the breaking point and started pounding on locked doors near the end there. Which was why it was hard to say whether the timing of her sudden arrival was by accident or by design, as she'd shown up mid-tirade.]

-boot right up your sorry alien...!

[Aaaaand cue the confetti and tinny fanfare. That, and Livewire's immediate realization that she was no longer where she had been just a few moments ago. There's an obvious look of shock on her face at the sudden transition, but it's quickly replaced by one of seething fury. Which, admittedly, probably wasn't made any better by all the confetti falling deciding it'd be super neat if it reminded her that static cling still exists, and now she's a polka-dot confetti'd mess.

And it takes all of two seconds of gritted teeth and growling before she's a polka-dotted, smoking confetti'd mess as each piece starts to smolder, seeing as how she's currently jettisoning enough electricity to pass for an oddly human-looking Tesla coil. Hopefully those stray arcs of electric current that've started firing off around her don't hit anything expensive, but at least for the moment it's mostly the floor and bulkheads taking all the hits.]

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