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Who: SS Huntress and visitors
Broadcast: N
Action: Ship mingle!
When: Time is an illusion

[So, we've been returned to our ships, and they're all different now! Having lower ceilings must suck for those of you who are actually not tiny.]

thebloodseal

Who: Alphonse Elric and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: October 15th

[Video]

[Hello, Fleet, there's a fearsome-looking suit of armor peering at the screen- though right now only one of his eyes is visible.]

So this is like a telephone or a radio, right? Except there are pictures and words on it, too! I really like it!

I'm Alphonse. Uh, don't mind how I look- I wear armor for protection. [Al wasn't under any delusions that he'd be able to keep the fact that he was hollow inside a secret for very long- he never seemed to be able to- but he was going to try.]

Brother, are you here, too? Major Miles? ... Winry?

[Action, on the Marsiva]

[There wasn't much Al could to do make himself look less conspicuous- he'd accepted that long ago- but here, in this unfamiliar place, he wished more than ever that he could. The Homunculi had eyes and ears everywhere in Amestris, and he had to be working under the assumption that they were here, too. He could only hope that they wouldn't be putting any innocent people in danger trying to find him.

He was also worried about Edward. He knew his brother would be fine in the storm, watched over by Major Miles, but what would happen to him afterward? And what about Winry, May, and Dr. Marcoh? He could care less about Scar, but he'd gone out to try and warn them that Briggs was unsafe, and now there was nobody to deliver that message.

Of course, if he kept blacking out... if this was it, if his soul was going to let go of his armor body... he might not have been able to get to them himself anyway.

Al let out a sigh. At least the view was pretty. Stars were everywhere.]

geonomy

Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]

thespaceopera

[The nebulas are beautiful in this region of space, at the very least. They gleam as great distorting clouds of space-stuff that your scanners don't even want to attempt to analyze. They affect the ships' instruments much like other areas of disruption have in the past, but these are actually visible as large swathes of light--like giant flames frozen in their swirling shapes, suspended across impressive stretches of space. For once, there's something like scenery to look at, out here in the black...

And then, the proximity alarms begin to blare.

From a gap between the two nearest clouds comes an assemblage of ships! Familiar to some and new to others--they do not respond to hails or communications of any kind, and they're gunning straight for the Fleet without slowing. Their weapons are locking on and firing as soon as they are in range.

Many passengers have been through this before, and many of the ships are bigger and better than they'd been in the previous skirmish. Today, the Drift Fleet will put up a better fight, even punch a few holes in their attackers.

Your augment knows where you need to go! Do you run to your station? Do you dodge your job? Are you unsure how to help? Are the captains giving orders or panicking, and are their crews paying attention? Everyone's got a chance to fight back before the enemy fleet runs them into the nearest nebula--and things suddenly take a bad turn.

As soon as each Drift Fleet ship hits the nebula, its systems overload and short-circuit before going dead. It stays silent for minutes, no radar, no comms, no network. Stubborn stragglers are ganged up on and forced into the cloud, followed by the poor ships on autopilot being bodily hauled into the nebula with tractor beams. Once the entire Fleet has been set adrift as sitting ducks, before the Marsiva can get too close, the attacking fleet... turns and flees through the cloud, seemingly untouched by the nebula that scrambles your ships.

Eventually, the systems flicker back to life, blinking on one by one. It will be several hours before any other effects of the attack will be noticeable. The network shows up as live again, but Atroma never shows up to explain a thing...]

ooc: the out-of-character event post is over here! respond to this post any way you like; you can have action, comm messages, play during the attack, being stuck in the nebula, checking in after the network comes back online, or whatever else seems fitting.

curiositykilledthecats

Who: Huntress
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the ship
When: All month

[It's a Huntress mingle, everyone get on board.]

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.]

jamminshield

Who: Steven Universe and You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!

[Steven has some very mixed feelings about waking up in outer space. On one hand, it's space! He's so excited to be in outer space!

But that is dampened a bit by the conflicting feeling. The last time he was being taken to space, he was being captured and it was a Very Bad Thing.

The tiny child paces around uncertainly, trying to look for any sign of friend or foe. At least he doesn't seem to be in a prison cell this time. Maybe this isn't so bad?

When he finds the video feed, he'll prod at it uncertainly, while trying to be brave.]

Hey! Is anyone there?

Um... This is a nice spaceship! I really like it, and I always wanted to go on a space adventure. But I have important things going on back home, so it would be nice to save the space vacation for later!

[Then he frets a little more and looks around uncertainly.]

Un-unless I'm here 'cuz you're one of the guys that wants to do bad things on Earth. If that's it, then... Can we please just talk?

misterprongs

Who: James Potter (the great and magnifcent).
Broadcast: Fleetwide, from the Marsiva.
Action: Anybody on board the Marsiva!
When: Evening, 9/3.

[James is a tad bit irritated.

For one, he's in space, on a spaceship, something he didn't realize was possible until about fifteen minutes ago. Waking up in a strange location is terrifying enough, but waking up in a strange impossible location is worse. He wandered around a bit, trying to find his friends, his professors, his bloody castle.

That had all been in vain, so have one [1] James Potter, with ridiculously tousled hair, Hogwarts robes, round glasses, and a remarkably unflappable tone.]

Bit of a ridiculous stretch for a beginning of the year prank, yeah?

[He almost sounds hopeful, but James isn't stupid, and he at least has the common decency to avoid the stupid questions ("How are we not suffocating in space?" "How can I fly this thing?"), instead focusing on the completely asinine.]

I hope one of you is open to forging a letter of absence to a one Professor Minerva McGonagall. Make sure it includes that it is definitely not James Potter's fault -- quote that bit -- and that I valiantly resisted any attempted kidnappings with bravery.

[Sounds right.]

snakeharmer

Who: Indiana Jones and cool people
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Any other newcomers on the big'un
When: Now.

[Thanks to his prior conversation with one Peggy Carter, Indiana has at least a slight grasp on the situation. Now that he does, there's nothing for it but to make contact with his fellow 'passengers'. After all, there might be some slim chance he'll encounter someone he knows. Failing that, answers will do just as well.]

I've seen a lot of spooky and strange things in my time, but a fleet drifting through space is a first. [Though he's reminded of that 'job' in Roswell only a few months ago. Hardly a pleasant memory.] My name is Indiana Jones, I'm a Professor of Archaeology -- not that there's much call for it up here. I'll take any volunteers eager to fill me in on the situation.

[He stares at the communicator a bit longer, scratches at his stubbled chin, and decides to ask the inevitable.]

Just tell me it's not the Soviets. [Because dammit, he's retired from the spy business.]

mucked

Who: Peggy Carter and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, from inside the Marsiva.
Action: Y, for any other newcomers between now and the Shuffle.
When: This Week.

[ let us not dwell too long upon the awkward silences and humiliating nascent moments of agent carter's awakening. let it only be said that she woke with a start (despite the afforded comfort) and the broadcast didn't quite zoom in close enough to adequately witness the depth of her horror when she first raised a tentative hand to her forehead only to find an empty glass vial still sitting there. steve's blood had been poured away: returned to his native lands by way of the east river. both guilty and triumphant, she pockets the vial in her blazer and tells herself it's a problem for another time. after all--- ]

Bollocks. [ mistaking herself for a person alone, she swears. loudly and colourfully as she crosses the bay and knocks her knuckles against the too-intact viewing window separating herself from the rest of creation -- and no familiar blue-and-green marble in sight. peggy swears again: bollocks, damnit, and hell. unable to peer into the void for much longer, she turns her back on oblivion and is confronted once more with the too-sterile hospitality deck. she may be a tidy and precise sort of woman, but this much tidiness and precision makes her stomach turn. where is the stink of new york? the heat? the mess? the humanity?

feeling charged with purpose, she springs into (moderate) action. feeling alarmingly comfortable with technology she swears she's never seen before, she plays her fingers across a panel she doesn't know will connect her to the rest of a whol damned fleet -- but she's left with the burning certainty that it'll connect her with someone. imperiously: ]

I would speak with the individual -- or individuals -- in charge of this operation. Believe me when I stress there is a whole bloody cavalcade of laws, both domestic and international, you're breaking by holding me here. I demand to...

[ some of the fire floods from her belly. a little desperate, she changes tactics: ] Is anyone there? Hello?

curiositykilledthecats

Who: Miah and anyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Huntress, if you really want it
When: Now

[Miah is looking into the camera, back to wearing her full plate armor to address the fleet.]

Good evening. I seek any in this fleet capable of smithing. It has been too long since I have held a sword, and I like not the feel of the so-called 'weapons' the Atroma have provided us. If any are capable of crafting a blade for me, or the tools and materials with which I may forge my own, I would be grateful. I lack the means to pay with coin, but I may offer payment in the form of labor or trade.

Thank you for listening.

save_the_souls

Who: Allen Walker (anonymous)
Broadcast: Text, Anonymous
Action: Nope.
When: Today

[Things have been going well for Allen the past month. Very well. And while that was certainly a good thing, he couldn't shake the anxiety that it meant something was about to go horribly wrong. Because you know, because it usually did for him. ]

[So he here was, trying to at least put a few of his fears at rest- especially after this latest round of augment malfunctions. Just what if the next round of malfunctions were less benevolent in nature? In truth - he didn't really expect any good answers. There almost never was when he sought out help. Still, there was always a chance. And at least he'd feel like he was doing something]

[The text post that is put up is anonymous, purposefully typed out not to sound like his own wording.]

i have a question.

is there anyone here who knows about stopping or containing demons or things like them? specifically possessions.

thanks.

pirasea

Who: Isabela and lovers of smutty filth
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.

[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]

My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.

[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]

( trashy )

I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.

I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.

[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]

punchingly

Who: Margie and YOU
Broadcast: Video!
Action: SS Bishop
When: August 19, afternoon.

[ Video; ]

Ah...it works. Hello.

[ The very bulky woman on the screen smiles slightly and waves to the camera; she doesn't really have that much to say, it seems -- she follows up her 'hello' by holding up a piece of paper with some badly drawn cats on it.

The people in the picture -- there seem to be 5 in all, two of whom seem extremely familiar -- are very cartoon-like, and it's clear that she is no artist. One of them -- a cat with blue hair -- has hearts drawn around him, one is singing, and the other unfamiliar one seems to have a permanent scowl. ]

My miqo'te have gone missing. [ Because that explains everything? ] They are small, and have ears... [ She waves her free hand up over her head, indicating cat ears. ] And tails. One carries a large book, one a bow, and the other three carry around large swords.

If found, please return to Margie Detemps. That's me. Thank you.

[ She reaches, as if to turn off the camera -- and then pauses. ]

Oh...and, what is everyone's favorite rock?

[ Yes, she nods. This is a good introductory question to the world at large and obviously a very important one. ]

[ Action; ]

[ If you want to catch her on the ship, she can be found wandering around with the same poster in her hands, looking in the most weird places she can think of to place a smaller person than herself. In containers, under doors... ]

goldenglasses

Who: Vash and you!
Broadcast: Voice - open to all
Action: On the planet
When: Just before the planet gets out of reach

[Vash has been very busy these past couple weeks. Namely at being utterly awe-struck at the sight of so much water. It was just so BIG even if drinking it was a thing he knew not to do. He was loving exploring every inch of the place, which is why he wasn't concerned at first when he misplaced his communicator. Now with the planet likely being too far out to return to soon he's making sure he didn't leave it on the surface.

He didn't, but it did somehow manage to wedge itself in an awkward spot between the bunk and the wall. Which is how he accidentally turns it on while reaching for it. The fleet is given some quality entertainment with a blank screen, some male sounding grunts, a few "come on!"s before there is finally an: AH-HA! And Vash's face finally shows on the screen.

The outlaw has his typical easy going smile on his face. Although his hair hasn't been properly styled just yet so it's falling down in some places instead of perfectly standing up like a broom.]

THERE you are my sneaky little friend! Is that where you've been hiding all this time? You had me worried you were lost at sea for a minute there! I'm glad I finally found... why is there a blinking light? OH CRAP ITS BROADCASTING!

[He follows his panicked shout with embarrassed laughter as he goes back smiling at the camera.] Well, ah, whoops! I guess! Hahaha! Sorry about that! But looks like we'll be too far to go back soon so I hope everyone has everything they need off the planet! And WOW! What a planet! It may be my favourite one yet! I hope we pass another like it soon! I've never seen an ocean like that, well... since ever! I hope everyone else has a good time too! And ah... well, I guess I didn't really mean to turn this on so ah... yeah! I'm going to go take one more look at it myself!

[If you want to run into Vash he will be sitting quietly on the beach with an honest smile on his face. Getting loss in his thoughts as he stares. How he wished he could show everyone back home this.]

ofbelief

Who: Riley/Lark and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide, video
Action: Huntress if they want it...?!
When: Late August 11/Early 12

[So, things happened. Teammates arrive. It's kind of a mess and so Lark-- Riley-- hasn't left her personnel room as much as she usually might. There's still random pictures being put up around the Huntress when she gets up to it, but mostly she's been sitting under the tiny window where she's shoved a desk and covered it with blankets and pillows.

This is the first time she's been without her Bay Window. Even before, it was the one thing that followed her. And while it didn't solve everything, even then, this false one doesn't seem to hold the same magic. It's not solving her feelings or her problems and it's. Well, lonely... for starters.

So it's eventually that she decides to say something again. It's more than a little bit of nervousness that she turns the communicator on holed up on her make-shift window seat as she brushes back her hair. ]

Hi, again. Sorry I don't say much-- But I wanted to ask something. Because this isn't my window and i t's not working because it's not got it's magic. And I don't think it will ever, because it's not actually a window and I need a window.

[Wow, Lark, calm down.] I have two names, Riley Matthews and Rainbow Lark. And they're both really important. Riley is what mom and daddy gave me [--a slip, to those who knew her, she only says daddy when she's upset. not that it's hard to tell--] Lark is the name Takshaka gave me, before I cam here. And at the time... I only really remembered them? I remember lots more not but. That's not the point.

I know a lot of people are here from different places. I've spoken to them. And it's hard because... Things feel different? And people say I'm not different, but that's. Places like this are way different then where we're from. So I wanted to ask...

What do you do about that? Are you really still you? I think that's it. I don't really understand anything at all right now.

[She looks a little apprehensive, but tries to smile warmly. She knows people will see this she doesn't want to exactly, but she's also not good at lying. And it's not that she doesn't think she can't be Riley-- she's still a mess and wants to do good for the people she loves that are here. So of course she sat in the window for a long time. It's probably too bad none of this made sense outside of head.]

boymeetsfatherhood

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: None
Action: The Huntress!
When: The last leg of July?

[Aside from hijinks on the beach planet, the crew has a few things to get used to. The departure of one captain, the abrupt promotion of another, plus new crew members. Let's see how things go...]

reconstitution

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

curiositykilledthecats

Who: Miah and Marhi and anyone else
Broadcast: Both parts video
Action: First part on the Marsiva!
When: July 25, backdated to before the Shuffle!

Action/video
[The camera will record a rather amusing sight on the Marsiva today, given that Miah doesn't usually sleep in full plate armor. Given the spikes and decoration on it, it takes her a full minute to extricate herself from the sheets without it catching on something or another, and then another still to actually try to free the sheets from her shield without tearing anything. Really, this would be easier without thick gauntlets on, but given that she's woken up in unfamiliar territory, she's not inclined to remove her armor. Instead, she'll just be watching the area carefully, ready to fight at a moment's notice. It won't be long before an armored boot accidentally connects with the camera, switching it off.

Just video

[This time, Miah can be found sitting and facing the camera properly, though her tail flicks around behind her anxiously. She's still in the full plate armor, though. Beside her is a slightly less armored, slightly taller woman of dark blue skin with a black and white tuxedo cat pattern to her hair, cat ears and tail. ]

... Greetings. I am Miah Lanbatal. Though I like not the idea of it, I now understand the situation, due to this 'implant'. If there is aught else I should know, I would ask that I be told. How long has this 'reality show' been going on for? And what is known of the Atroma?

Aside that, I seek my companions. A Miqo'te woman, C'Ranmaia, or barring them, an Elezen boy and Lalafellin woman, Alphinaud Levilleur and Tataru Taru. They all of them possess garb quite distinctive, so if they are here, they should be quite easy to find. Thank you for your assistance.

[ The second, blue woman abruptly leans into the camera. ]

As Miah has asked all else, I must question if there are any who know of “Teams”, “Takshaka” or the land “Kyriakos” here. If it so, answer anon. [ A belated pause as she recalls common courtesy. ] Please.

[With that, Miah’ll reach forward and, after fumbling with the communicator a bit (seriously, gauntlets make buttons hard), she'll switch the feed off.]

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