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Who: Crew of the Caprine and party crashers!!
Broadcast: None.
Action: Caprine unless otherwise noted!
When: All of January!

[IT'S A NEW YEAR. Which means that your captain is ready to drag you into more hideous shenanigans. Strap the fuck in, Capriners . . .]

[. . . it's a mingle. DUN DUN DUNNNN.]

ragazzina

Who: Suzie and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: For the Bloodsport, if you're around!
When: The wee hours of morning on Saturday, January 2

[You know what is the absolute worst? Going to bed feeling reasonably fine and waking up in the middle of the night with a stuffed-up nose, a mild headache, and the beginnings of a raised temperature. It makes it all but impossible to sleep, despite being tired and feeling generally run-down, and in Suzie's experience, the worst part about feeling sick is when you're just lying in bed with nothing to think about but being sick, and no distraction to help take some of the melancholy edge off of the malaise.

So instead, she gets up and wanders down to some empty workspace down in the ship's docking bay, and sets up shop near the shuttles with some tools and a pair of rolled-up sleeves on her utility jumper.

For a little while, she just putters around, testing the knowledge her augment has imparted to her against the tangible workings of the shuttle in front of her, and later when she's had her fill of that she plunks down and starts playing with odds and ends of the spare parts they have lying around, cobbling for the sake of cobbling rather than with any particular goal in mind.

Eventually, though, she reaches for her communicator, and it's shortly thereafter that a broadcast ends up hitting the network.]

I don't remember what day I got here. ε-(≖.≖﹆✿)

I think it was November here, when I came? It was before we got to the planet, so I think it's been about a month. Or so? I don't know. Do you think it's important to remember the day you arrived? Maybe I should get a calendar, when I remember the day, and keep it in my bunk so I can mark off each day when it's done and keep count. Or would that be too discouraging? Maybe if it were a pretty calendar, like the lithographed ones with the little scenes of people and birds and flowers. That's the problem with space, everything's metal and machines and not enough warm sun and shade and green things growing.

I like the planet, though. I miss Venezia more but the fresh air is nice even if it's cold. Everything is salt, though, isn't that funny? I hope someday we find a planet where everything is flowers. Except maybe that would be sad, too, because then someday we'd have to leave it, and I bet I wouldn't want to.

I wonder what other kinds of planets there are. What's the best one you could possibly imagine? I like the flower one...and I'd like one with canals and gondolas too. And someplace with real food instead of the ship mush. If we could go to someplace like that...

Haha, I'm being so silly. I should be asleep but I'm just sitting here talking about nothing at all! Maybe in a little while I'll go try again. (-﹏-。✿)

[But, for those on the Bloodsport, you can still find her tinkering down there for a little while afterward, before she eventually rambles back down to her bunk in a halfhearted attempt to fall asleep again.]

deshabille

Who: Mal & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Arslae, if there is any!
When: Right meow.

[Witness a grumpy captain making a face that's the vampire equivalent of a cat put in a bath. Mal is huffing and puffing along the outskirts of the nearest salt town, bundled up tight (all in black as usual, and please note that she does not have to huff or puff but is rather doing it for dramatic effect).]

So, question. What in the hell is a Christmas? Half of you keep talking about it like it's the beginning of a new universe and I'm a bit puzzled, because there's nothing like that where I'm from.

. . . Actually there really aren't holidays where I'm from, but where I'm from is shit so nevermind. Other places there's something sort of maybe similar, called Hogswatch, where a big man in a red suit rides around on a sledge pulled by hogs, obviously, and gives presents to the deserving children, ie the ones with rich parents, probably.

Explain, then. The person with the most entertaining explanation will get a prize.

thespaceopera

[just when it seems like the Hosts are going to leave you all to yourselves, with this latest upset--augments glitching left and right, revealing things that are supposed to be hidden--the faces of Atroma appear once more. the usual jingle plays from the speakers in the main hall, and the giant screen flickers to life.

Diamond's smiling face once again graces her beloved passengers.]

Good evening, everyone! I hope you are all doing well, despite the... continuing technical issues.

I would first like to thank you all for being so patient! We greatly appreciate your cooperation through this difficult time, and we want to assure you that the repairs are nearly complete.

I can't imagine how eager you all must be to get out of here and return to the comfort of your own ships. I want nothing more than to speed the fleet through this rough patch, and get back to our regularly scheduled activities.

So... if you're like me, and are getting tired of all of this calibration nonsense, let me tell you exactly how we can all make that happen.

[and here's where she takes a breath, with a little rise and drop of her shoulders, but she doesn't let her smile falter.]

...I see that some of you have been digging at things that might seem fun and interesting at first, but I would like to let you know that the more energy we spend putting everything back where it belongs, the longer the calibrations are going to take.

So, instead of making things harder on yourselves and on us, I would like you all to do something that will speed things up a bit. Instead of straining yourselves on outdated and silly things, I encourage you to find someone who isn't part of your own crew and talk to them. Make a new friend and tell them all about your ship and the interesting folks you live with.

Not only will the audience love it, but you will be focusing on your beloved ships and establishing new connections, and that is just the kind of thing that will make this whole thing easier on all of us.

Sounds simple, right? Just get out there, say hello to someone, exchange some stories, and we'll all be done with this unpleasant business in no time.

[and just as they had on the first day of calibration, your Hosts are right there, present and listening.

you certainly don't have to answer them in the way that they would like, but if you do have anything to say to the Hosts, now is a great time to do so. who knows when they'll deign to speak to the fleet in real-time again.]

deshabille

Who: Mal and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Marsiva
When: Right meow (November 8)

Is everyone having fun?

[You know . . . if her expression were any different, that would sound absolutely sarcastic and pretty condescending. But she's positively beaming. Gleeful. Mal is having a great few weeks.]

It's more fun on the ships, I have to admit, but everyone's minds are so interesting. People can look almost exactly the same on the outside and be absolutely distinctive on the inside. [And she thinks that's beautiful.]

Also, a question - most of these videos and things are from Earth, yes? Well, I'm not, so someone ought to tell me where to start. My requirements thus far are: no folk music, no Taylor Swift.

[A beat. She frowns.]

No romance unless there's also a lot of punching. [Or you're Cassandra. The only exception.]

redactions

Who: Jim Barnes
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio.
Action: On the moon.
When: Sept. 20th.

Good morning. This is Captain James Barnes. By now we've assessed the damage to the ships — seems like it only slowed us down some, and whoever the enemy was they don't seem to have followed us. That's not why I'm here.

[ a half-beat of pause, then, ]

We can't guarantee there'll always be shields or weapons aboard our ships at any given time. That doesn't mean we can't work out a system to make sure we're covering for each other in a fight. If we can form groups of two or three ships, at least one with weapons, and coordinate a few flying formations, we stand a much better chance.

As for communications, if they're taken offline like that again we are going to need a solution. We used manual signalling in my War; I'm open to options that don't have us scrambling blind during a crisis like that.

[ a beat ]

We got lucky, this time. We might not be again.

Barnes out.

( action )

deshabille

Who: CAPRINE CREW ASSEMBLE
Broadcast: None!
Action: Caprine & visitors!
When: After this shuffle!

[Well, all things considered, the Caprine isn't the biggest shitshow of a ship in the Fleet. Right now. At this particular moment. There are worse places to end up!]

[At least that's what the crew will tell you, Varric. Except possibly Nightingale, who tries to keep it real.]

[IT'S A MINGLE, EVERYBODY INSIDE.]

huaaaaagh

Who: Kazuto Kirigaya and [insert your name here]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today / Sept 4

[Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings is not new for Kazuto, but in the past it's been quite a different experience. It's not an MMO this time, which is what catches him off guard the most. He can tell immediately, even with a simple glance around- the world is too real, too detailed. (Just in case, he tests a few menu-summoning gestures, but no dice.)

Waking up in a hospital-eque area makes him think that something went wrong with his last MMO dive, but that isn't right. He clearly remembers being safe and healthy the night before- they'd checked him out at the hospital before he'd gone to Sinon's. So... what? A kidnapping? Some kind of experiment? Something about this place doesn't feel right, and there's information slowly filtering into his head that doesn't make much sense.

And then he goes and looks out a window. Yikes.

He spends some time wandering, quietly observing, though there isn't really anyone to observe- computers, broadcasts, machines, yes, but people? The place is pretty deserted. It's eerie and uncomfortable, and he gets totally lost before long. Finally, though, he puts to use the knowledge of the broadcast system that is inexplicably in his head now, typing out a message.]

Is anyone out there available to answer some questions? I don't understand what's happened to me.

[Yep, that sure is a message. Which... is probably gibberish to anyone who doesn't read Japanese. Someone should probably let him know about the auto-translate not working on text.]

noncriminal

Who: Murphy and YOU
Broadcast: Open
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Early morning

[It's been a while since he's sent a wave on any kind of network like this, but it's not like it's hard to remember how.]

You know - being back on a spaceship, alright, fine.

[The face onscreen is of a wiry, annoyed teenager. He keeps carding his fingers through his dry, soft, clean hair; it's a feeling he's not used to and it's still novel. His eyes are rolled skyward as he considers the room, sketching around at the ceiling and searching for something before he regards the actual camera.]

Weird... cleansing rituals. Sewing my clothes. There was probably some feet stuff while I was out. Whatever. I guess I'm not here to judge your lame kinks as long as I get some grub out of it.

[He looks back up again, and ticks an irritated finger towards the roof above him.]

But if we're gonna keep playing this new age, virgin with denial and a saxophone jazz crap all day long? I'm gonna need a damn weapon back.

deshabille

Who: Maladicta & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: if you want!! she's on the caprine!!!
When: rite meow, since this is a thing we say now

I believe Sergeant Polly Perks has left the Fleet.

[There is a brief pause here, less to signify anything like grief or sorrow and more to allow space for a subject change.]

I probably should have brought this up earlier, but in the interests of being fully prepared for all eventualities - what technologies or techniques are used in the future to revitalize dead land? I'm assuming even in space you have to feed people.

. . . I'd ask if there's a way to replicate these bizarre cubes outside of the Fleet, but I don't think the people of Borogravia would put up with a diet that didn't consist of 50% potatoes.

lightweight

Who: Hinata Shouyou
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Heron
When: 8/31, at night

[the video pops on in the heron's bunk room, propped up on what can be assumed to be a pillow. hinata sits on his bed, and for the first time, he's decided to address the network. he never really knew how to go about it before, but now he has a reason to try.

[he's sitting with his knees up, a volleyball in his lap and his hands on top of that. his face is tucked just a bit behind it, adding to the illusion that he's smaller than he appears. for those of his shipmates, and those who know him, he seems... significantly subdued. when he speaks, it's apparent why.]

What do you guys do when you're homesick?

openhands

Who: cassandra + you
Broadcast: video
Action: not unless you really wanna??
When: rite meow!!!

I've noticed a lot of discussion lately on the ways in which we can re-purpose the Iskaulit, but I am wondering if any thought has been put into organization. The ideas people are sharing are good and I believe they should be pursued, [some more than others if you ask her,] but a mad dash for space and resources won't do anyone any good.

We may also wish to consider leaving some of the ship's space free. Things have been relatively quiet, but we may find ourselves in need in an emergency.

poetontheinside

Who: Ray Kowalski
Broadcast: Video
Action: Windrose, and space!
When: today and also whenever the races are happening

[Ray is looking bored bored bored. He has a toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth, and he's throwing a ball from one hand to the other, sometimes scrambling after it when he misses- it's astigmatism, okay, he just doesn't see all that good.]

Alright, so I got a question. Not everyone here's from Earth, whatever, but most of you are from some kinda place with some kinda rules and laws. And I figure a bunch of you have gotta be law enforcement yourselves, y'know, statically. [sic]

Now me? I'm just a regular schmo, city cop worked his way up to Detective. I didn't always wanna be a cop, but I tried it out and it stuck. Chasin' bad guys, putting on the heat, lock 'em up. Bam-bam-bam. [He slams the ball into his hand three times, then sits forward and grins.] It's a job, right? Just like bein' an engineer in here.

[He misses it. He misses it a lot, actually; misses his partner and the job, the satisfaction of a puzzle and a chase and locking up someone who made the world a little more dangerous.] So the rest of you: what do you do? How's it work in your world?

[Added, a few minutes later:]

By the way: I don't have my ar here to race you in, but back home I'm the last guy you wanna get into a car chase with. [He may be exaggerating slightly, but who could contradict him?] Figure I gotta keep those instinct working. I'll be there in two hours, ready to go.

reconstitution

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3

[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

deshabille

Who: Everyone on the SS Caprine!
Broadcast: None :(
Action: mingle mingle mingle
When: month-wide, get in here whenever you want

[hey everybody it's a mingle]

[when you're not sunbathing on planet sandals beach resort, GET IN HERE]

killedwithlove

Who: Cole
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY SHIP EXCEPT THE MARSIVA
When: The first half of the month

[See, the problem is, now Cole's augment is a pilot one.

He's lost the room he wasn't aware as his, but he's gained a whole new lot of knowledge. Such as how to move the ship, how to dock it to other ships and that makes his constant wandering from ship to ship much easier.

And it means he can park the Pathstone with the Three Twins and Tourist without ever going on board either of them. He can bring the Pathstone to them, and still give Fenris his safe space and people form those ships and visit the Pathstone without having to take a shuttle!

So, Cole's doing his rounds again. Visiting. Parking. Shoving the Pathstone wherever he feels like going.]

experiencepoints

Who: Nightingale, SS Caprine
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Caprine!
When: Backdated it the Shuffle

[hello, Caprine, it is a ship mingle!]

tothefly

Who: Natasha Romanoff and various guests
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Post-broadcast, abandoned waystation? Action prompt in comments
When: During bugfest 20XX

[On screen, there's a very calm redhead looking thoughtfully at the camera, one brow slightly cocked.]

It's occurred to me that the fleet has about ten times as many firearms as it does medical professionals. It's also been pretty apparent that a lot of our cast members don't know the basics of gun safety and use. If anyone wants to learn, I'll be at the following coordinates.

[The message ends with a bit of text, the location of one of the abandoned waystations in near orbit.]

deshabille

Who: Mal
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: On the Caprine if anyone desires it! I'm flexible.
When: 6/20.

[As in her first broadcast, Mal can be found tinkering around in the engine room, elbows-deep in something interesting and greasy. This time, though, she seems pensive, deep in thought, perhaps about Deep Subjects and Philosophies.]

[She is, in fact, thinking about something entirely different.]

[When she speaks, it's in tones of airy contemplation, meant to disguise the fact that part of her thinks this is a terrible idea.]

Here is an interesting thing: vampires, for all their reputation for seduction, really aren't that good at it, at least where I come from. When you're always hungry, you mostly rely on people leaving windows open at the right time and then being a bit woozy from blood loss. For the really old ones, the ones who can barely stand without crumbling to dust and really hate sunshine, that's the only way they can eat, and if they tried to seduce anyone their arm would probably fall off.

[She twists at a mysterious innard of the ship with a wrench, tongue in her cheek.]

We've had enough excitement for a while, I think, so why not something boring instead: tell me about romance in your world. Describe the sorts of flowers you like to kill for love. Rate yourself on a scale of one to ten, complete dunce to Casanunda, if you like.

Actually, everyone should have to do that. That's compulsory. I will genteelly admit that I am a nine. [Liar.]

mortalcoil

Who: Coil Lenn and you!
Broadcast: Text, open to all
Action: Anyone visiting the SS Red Fish
When: mid-June

→ [Text]
[it's maybe not as attention-getting as an audio or video broadcast, but a sort of quiet advertisement goes out over the network anyway.]

Engineers or anyone with construction/mechanical skills: your assistance is required aboard the SS Red Fish. please reply if interested. or come to the Red Fish. Thank you.

→ [Action]
[and Coil leaves the door unlocked for anyone who might happen by.

those who do happen by, or live on the ship to begin with, can find Coil feverishly tinkering away in the lab. and it appears that he has kind of rearranged things. he hes redecorated a bit.

some storage cabinets and other things along one wall must not have been that important, because they have all been dragged away or removed entirely, and he is currently struggling to remove pieces of the wall panel itself. he doesn't have the right tools for it, but that certainly isn't going to stop him. and who knows what all off this scrap metal lying around in hazardous-looking piles is supposed to be for...

so, yeah. watch your step. don't get tetanus.]

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Entries tagged with maladicta

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text; get this child out of his comfort zone

video ♟ first complaint

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