driftfleet | Entries tagged with michael (michael)

Who: Michael & you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Heron
When: Now!!

[ The feed clicks on to one (1) upside down Michael, legs leaning flat against a metallic wall looking like he is contemplating the meaning of the universe. Or the meaning of life. Or maybe he is just a little bored and thinking draining all the blood from his legs is a nice way to pass the time. Maybe. ]

Need something to do. [ Can a grown man sound like a petulant child? Yes. ] Something interesting. [ Important clarification that. ]

Got any ideas?

[ Oh Driftfleet, please aid this lummox who is seemingly too lazy to think up something himself. You are his only hope! ]

birdsbirdsbirds

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!

[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!

note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]

mysunnydisposition

Who: Stephanie Brown
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18

[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]

What the...?

[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]

Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...

[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.

Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]

Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.

transferedfate

Who: The fine crew of the SS Bloodsport.
Broadcast: If a thread goes that way!
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: 2/14 ~ 2/17 (So people can be on either side of the augment glitch change)

[Crazy glitches! New passengers! Peculiar moons! What a month it's been for our good friends on the SS Bloodsport, and what a month it will continue to be! What awaits them in the coming days? Danger?? Intrigue??? Being nerds???? Find out, on Drift Fleet. For anyone aboard the Bloodsport, or just visiting, this is the hip happening place to mingle.

Have at it!]

cabbagedetective

Who: Tohru Adachi and YOU!
Broadcast: Video (to all)
Action: The Marsiva
When: Right now!

[The first thing that could be heard as the network feed clicked on was someone yawning rather audibly. This was followed quickly by the sight of a suited individual sitting up and stretching out his arms.]

Man, I haven't slept for that long in a while. Usually the guard-

[Adachi quickly cut himself off as he realized that he clearly was not where he had been when he fell asleep. Instead of the four plaster walls that he'd grown accustomed to, he now seemed to be in a large, spacious room filled with all sorts of amenities. He couldn't help but draw the comparison to Junes. But then... how the hell could he be back in Inaba?]

[His detective instincts started to kick in, despite their lack of recent use. First thing: assess yourself.]

[Adachi looked down and was surprised to see his old detective duds. The dark gray suit, white button shirt, and red tie all looked as good as new. Odd, considering how often he had worn this particular outfit.]

[Second, assess the environment.]

[Well, this was already partly done. He clearly was in a completely new environment. Could it be... the other world? That didn't seem plausible. He certainly didn't remember going near any TV, nor did he remember anyone coming along who could have possibly thrown him into one. Noticing a nearby monitor, Adachi got up out of the bunk and approached it. He placed his hand on the peculiarly cool screen and felt resistance. He clearly wasn't going inside this one. And that's when he turned and saw the large viewing bay window.]

What the heck?! It can't be!

[He appeared to be in outer space. Yet, somehow... this realization didn't unsettle him as much as he thought it would. In fact, once the initial shock had worn off, he almost seemed comfortable with this fact. But how? He returned to his initial bunk and went back to step one: assess yourself.]

Okay, it doesn't feel like I've been drugged. Though, if I'm really in the real world, then I shouldn't be able to...

[Sure enough, as Adachi concentrated and tried to summon him, he realized he couldn't.]

So I'm clearly in reality right now.

[He rubbed the back of his neck as he came to terms with just how surreal this was all seeming. And that's when he felt the soft bump, located behind his left ear.]

Eh? What is-

[Yet again, however, he seemed to already know what this bump meant. It was as if he'd always had this information stowed away, but he was only now rediscovering it.]

An "augment," huh?

[That's when he noticed the communicator located next to him. Picking it up, he inspected the device front to back. Just like before, he already seemed to know what it was and how to use it.]

Well then...

[Step three: Assess the situation. Adachi directed his attention to the screen in front of him.]

Um... hello? Anyone receiving on this thing?

serpentis

Who: Dorian Pavus
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: If needed, Adsum
When: TONIGHT!

[Dorian smiles a bit, secretively, and leans back in his chair, kicking his ankle onto his opposite knee.

He looks relaxed, and...his mustache is waxed. And he's wearing eyeliner with wings sharp enough to kill a man.]

I have a business proposition, for anyone interested. It's simple work, but I cannot offer payment in money. I can, however, offer use of my services.

[And...yep, gonna leave that there and smirk into the camera.]

serpentis

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

devilsinthedetails

Who: Cole Turner
Broadcast: network-wide video
Action: on the Marsiva
When: Around 1/13

[There's a ~~Darth Maul cosplayer~~ tall and annoyed demon pacing back and forth, playing almost nervously with his hands like there's a ring that should be there but isn't.]

Another reality show? I thought the last one was bad enough.

[He stops his pacing to look up at the ceiling, seeming to direct his anger at that.]

Leo! Leo Wyatt! Orb your whitelighter ass down here and do something useful for once!

[He waits a moment before he throws up his hands in frustration and goes back to pacing.]

Great, fine. Alright, you've got me here. Point me at whoever or whatever you want me to kill so we can get this over with.

misconceived

WHO Forest planet occupants!
BROADCAST N/A
ACTION Enchanted Forest / Spa Time
WHEN Upon reaching the system (Jan. 4) to leaving it (Jan. 31)

[ It's another day, another planet for the Drift Fleet to explore. Whether it be relaxing in the landing field, checking out the spa (and subsequently getting urged to enter the woods), or taking on the Enchanted Forest's game, there's enough to do for stir-crazy Fleet members.

Just remember one thing: make it look good. ]

parkinglotangel

Who: Michael and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Snow planet AND SS Bloodsport
When: Todayish

Planet ---

[It's late afternoon when what might be an unusual sight appears on the outskirts of town. One of those elk-drawn carts glides over the ice carrying a cargo of one small pine tree, a pair of cardboard boxes full of various items but, by the rattling sounds, appears to be mostly glass bottles, and one trechcoat-wearing angel. He sits at the head of cart, just behind the elk, his feet up on the supports of the treads and grinning as the native, who he's either charmed or bribed into this task, drives the whole outfit from behind. They're not going all that fast, but any slight bump or slide elicits a childish 'weeeeeee' from the angel, with hands thrown in the air.]

Later, the SS Bloodsport

[Michael bids his driver goodbye outside the ship and proceeds to haul the goods in himself. The boxes go in first, followed by the tree, which proceeds to shed snow and pine needles all over the floor of the cargo hold. Some wrestling with the plant later, and he's got the thing upright and proceeds to the next step - sitting down for a smoke while he works on the decorations.

Since funds are tight, though, Michael has to get creative. Those empty bottles turn out to be makeshift ornaments, along with bows of ratty red ribbon. A roll of cellophane makes for a questionable approximation for garland. At least he managed to dig up a strand of multicolored lights somewhere.

Merry christmas, Bloodsport, such as it is.[]

((ooc: feel free to interrupt him at any point in this process, if you'd like to help, or come in after he's done. Feel free to use this as a mingle as well))

parkinglotangel

Who: Michael, Robin, Riku, and Rin
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the Bloodsport
When: Today -> until the plague is cured?

[After centuries of existence, having seen atrocities and having battled devils, including Satan himself, Michael has never felt anything quite like this.

Namely, being totally, utterly, helplessly sick. And much like many of the not-entirely mortal on the fleet, the angel has absolutely no idea how to deal with this admittedly novel experience. As the plague worsened, he's given up his usual cheerful attitude and any pretense of functioning.

Probably much to the chagrin of his healthier crewmates.

For now the miserable angel can be found slumped facedown over the arm of his couch, moaning dramatically into the upholstery. He'll be sure to moan extra loud if someone not sick happens to pass by.]

parkinglotangel

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Video (Bloodsport crew only)
Action: On the planet
When: Tonight!

[It's another night and the party continues in one of the city's parks not all that far from where ships and/or shuttles are parked. There's music and laughter and all that good stuff, contrasting pretty heavily with the soot-stained atmosphere.

Michael is there enjoying the joyful company of the fascinatingly friendly locals, who he's more than happy to let shower him free food and drinks and, best of all, company. Not that he has anything against his crew, but they're kind of a serious bunch.

Speaking of which, those on the Pathstone might be treated to a slightly blurry image of the angel, his arms over the shoulders of two reasonably attractive native ladies as he dances in step with them. There's a decent crowd around them, clapping and smiling smiles that cracks their facepaint. Clearly he must have put his communicator down and something and one of the locals turned it on, but Michael doesn't look like he's going to notice any time soon.

Of course, anyone is welcome to stumble onto this.]

payback

Who: Everyone on the waystation!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: open to everyone to tag into
When: October 11, 2014

[It sure is a lovely ~~day~~ actually pretty much indeterminate time period out here in the vast darkness of space, isn't it? I bet everyone's enjoying themselves, getting a chance to get off their dinky little ship and stretch their legs. Even on this shitty, empty little waystation.

Where are you, droot flooters? What are you up to? Stay out of trouble, now.]

[ooc: hi everyone! I thought I'd give this a try and see how the game liked it. What we have here is a mass mingle post. Rather than everyone making a bunch of different posts about landing on the station, everyone is invited to post a parent comment with their character out and about, doing something. Everyone else is invited to look at who's posted, tag them, post their own parent comments, thread jack, tag around and generally have a grand old time! It should hopefully be a nice low-pressure way to do some action tagging with each other.

Please tag in if you feel so inclined! Don't be shy to tag around!]

thespaceopera

[Sometime during what the ships' clocks claim as Friday morning, a peppy musical jingle rings out through the speakers all over the ship. It is soon followed by a female voice that should be familiar to most by now]

Good morning, dear passengers! I hope you are all doing well and listening closely, because our broadcast serves two very important functions today!

Firstly, this is the Twelfth Cycle's very first Drift Fleet Shuffle! ...For those of you who don't know, the Shuffle occurs every week, and it's where we all say hello to new faces, goodbye to old friends, and find out how the crews have changed!

This week, we are welcoming four new passengers into the flock, so please keep an eye out for any unfamiliar faces being beamed into your cargo holds, and give them a warm welcome. Other than that, it seems that no one has filed to rearrange their crews-- isn't that wonderful? I'm so glad you're all getting along!

There have been changes in rank however, so I would like to heartily congratulate the Twelfth Cycle's first round of captains on obtaining their illustrious new titles!

We applaud you, Captain Rogers, Captain Harvey, Captain Hange, Captain Stark, Captain Crowley, Captain Kouzuki, Captain Cress, Captain Ichimaru, Captain Redbreast, and Captain... [a bit of a pause] ...Stampede?

[and yes... that might be the sound of applause in the very distant background]

And now, with the Shuffle out of the way, we can move onto what we've all really been waiting for-- the fleet's arrival in our first system! Starting today, the fleet will be moving into range of some outer way-stations, so be sure to visit them to refuel and stretch your legs. The way-stations in this area aren't much to look at, but still good for curing cabin fever, socializing, and doing a little shopping. We will also be coming into range of our first planet, but that won't be until later on in the month... so, don't worry about it now! You'll be hearing more about it later.

For now, just relax and enjoy yourselves! Remember, the worlds are watching!

ooc: feel free to reply here with reactions if you'd like! for details on both the shuffle and the new system, please see the ooc posts. also, head to the ooc post if you have any questions or corrections!
→ ship roster
→ shuffle - ooc post
→ system info - ooc post

parkinglotangel

Who: Michael
Broadcast: Personal comm - Bloodsport
Action: Bloodsport's shuttle
When: Let's say...Oct 9th, afternoon

[The idea has been sitting in Michael's brain since he brought it up to Zoe on the network. He didn't posses her same academic curiosity, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit fascinated. He'd never seen a spaceship before, but his view of them so far had only been the cramped interior of the Bloodsport and the distance exterior of the mysterious Marsiva. But after a few days, the archangel craved movement.

Time for an adventure.

He heads to the shuttle, opens the hatch, and then turns on his communicator.]

Hey! I'm gonna take a little tour. Maybe go say hello to our hostess. Last one into the shuttle's a rotten egg.

[And with that, he shuts it off with a manic grin. That's all the warning you're gonna get, crewmates.

No worries, though. Once he peeks his head into the craft he realizes quickly that a normally oriented chair presents some logistical issues for an angel. After a minute of frowning, he sighs and twitches off the trenchcoat that normally covers his wings.

Anyone who arrives will find probably find him like that, attempting to arrange said appendages so he can sit in the pilot seat. Mind the feathers.]

aberrant_type

Who: Zoe Hange
Broadcast: Video
Action: for Red Fish crewmates
When: Tuesday... October 7... midday...?

[Someone is experimenting with shipwide broadcast. The screen shows Hange sitting with her hands folded in front of her, grinning amiably at the camera.]

Hmm. Is this thing working? I think so... [She pauses for a couple seconds and then laughs.] Well, I guess I'll find out! Hello, everyone, this is Captain Hange of the SS Red Fish speaking. [She winks.] I just got the paperwork turned in. Sorry to surprise you, Nunnally and Skull, but I decided I'd be up for it and thought it was better to get it done!

Now, I'm addressing everyone today to mention the tiny thing that's been embedded in our skulls! I'm guessing everyone has noticed that they have something in the back of their head that's difficult to even touch. It feels maybe bottle-cap sized! I hope that's familiar-sounding to all of you? I'm a little reluctant to actually open up someone's head but I wonder if anyone has tried that yet! Have you removed someone else's implant? Have you removed your own? If so, amazing! How did you do that? Nunnally let me experiment with hers a little, noninvasively of course, and reported discomfort that seemed unnaturally strong even when another person was just touching it! Thanks for your contributions, brave girl.

Also, as I told some of you, I didn't know anything about space before arriving here, but suddenly upon arriving I do! Also, we have a little room on this ship where I know how to use everything! That's unusual, given my home doesn't have anything close to this level of technology. I'm still exploring that equipment, but I wonder what others have noticed! I certainly don't understand everything on the ship, but I'm guessing if I mysteriously understand this one room, others will understand some other parts! What do you know now that you didn't know before? If you feel up to it, please let me know!

[holy talking, batman. She takes a moment to breathe, grinning at the screen still in an I know I know many words fashion.]

Great to meet you all, by the way! Let's get along and work productively together!

thespaceopera

[Everything is quite dark as the passengers regain consciousness, with little lights and panels on the walls just now beginning to wink to life. It seems as though everyone and their new homes are rising from slumber together. Even the air is sleepy, and it tastes stale--it must have been a long time since it's been anywhere other than recycled endlessly through this space.

And for a few minutes, the only sounds that aren't coming from the passengers themselves is the omnipresent hum of electrical and mechanical parts surrounding them on every side, and the occasional scratch of vermin-feet in the walls. Then, regardless of where each passenger wakes in their ship, a short musical tune and an exuberant female voice crackles to life over speaker panels in every room.]

--Good morning, honored passengers! My name is Diamond, and on behalf of Atroma and our entire audience, congratulations on being selected to participate in the twelfth cycle of Drift Fleet! We are all eager to get to know you, and I just know you must all be eager to get started, so let's get right to it!

[And with that, whoever happens to be on the bridge of their ship at the time will be treated to watching the solid panels slide away from the windows, revealing infinite black and uncountable stars... and whether or not they've ever been capable of comprehending the concept before, they immediately recognize outer space.]

In a few minutes, the HS Marsiva will come into view through the windows to my left. Please familiarize yourself with her presence.

For more information on your new roles, and of the Drift Fleet itself, please refer to the helpful information files already uploaded to the network. And from here on out, it shall be up to you to refer new cremates to these information files and to make sure that their stays on your crews are pleasant and rewarding!

...Also--speaking of your new responsibilities as crewmembers--I expect captain forms to be filled out and submitted by the end of the week.

[The smile practically drips from her voice at that last point, and there's a little pause before she continues]

And finally-- we won't be approaching our first system for a few days yet, so you are all encouraged to get to know each other and enjoy the ride in the meantime.

Welcome to Drift Fleet, and remember... the worlds are watching!

[and the voice cuts out, but the lines are still open. the network is live and listening.]

((ooc: the Fleet is now live! dive in and tag around! it's a good idea to put whether or not your thread is open to the network, and what ship you're on, in the subject of your reply. to see who is on which crew, please refer to this sheet! have fun!))

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