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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.]

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.]

ino

Who: Ino & you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the beach, if you like!
When: RIGHT NOW

[ The video turns on, and she's got her chin in her palm. She blows a little at her bangs, making them fly up for a moment before she speaks ]

I've seriously been slacking lately ... so, anyone wanna spar? I know it's kinda late at night, but I could super use the practice.

interspace

WHO Crew of the Golden + visitors
BROADCAST N/A
ACTION On the Golden!
WHEN From today (8/1) to the end of the month.

[ Come one, come all to the glorious Golden! Except for the fact that they're putting all the resources into Recreation now that beds have been acquired. Not so glorious. Gutsy Golden! Yes, let's go with that. ]

geonomy

Who: Clay Terran and YOU!
Broadcast: eyyyyy yeh
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: Today, July 30th!

[Clay's lounging in the pilot's chair, though he's still wearing his swimming trunks. Not only does he plan to go out to the beach soon after this, but gotta keep those ratings climbing, you know? With the camera on, Clay grins and gives his little two-fingered salute, then leans forward to talk more directly.]

You know, it was December before I came here. For anyone here who doesn't know about Earth's calendar system, December is the end of the year, and one of the coldest months. Later, when I woke up here, it was April, four months after December. Crazy, huh? Here I thought I actually went through with my mission after all! [Granted, he thought he must've been heavily sedated if he forgot four months of the mission, but that misunderstanding was later cleared right up.] Anyone else suddenly jumped forward or backward in time when they were brought here?

However, that's not the reason I'm broadcasting. Back home, my birthday would've been seven months from then, but now it's today. I still feel like it should be months away, but here we are, I guess! [He bends down, his hair still visible on the feed, then back up, this time with a fishbowl in his hands that houses one (1) red fish with googly eyes, and occasionally glows an orange color.] So I got a present for myself! Meet the newest member of the Vanquish crew: Apollo. He's just like my friend back at home. He's red, he tiny, and his eyes bug out like when he's doing that perceive ability of his! [And he ends up laughing a little about it. IT'S THE BEST THING EVER he hopes he can tell Apollo this someday, just to get that flat, unimpressed look in return.]

Also, we got something from a sponsor! [HIS FIRST ONE EVER if we don't count the pottery soda. Carefully setting Apollo aside, he instead drags over a box, where he pulls out one of several visors that look a lot like his, only with a sponsor's logo on it instead of the GYAXA one he has on his (and also less well-made than his).] Anyone want one? There's plenty in here!

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.]

save_the_souls

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Today!

[People who've been around the fleet for awhile might recognize the video feed coming from the Blue Fish's lab. Allen's standing behind his usual table, standing a bit...stiffer, than usual. Timcanpy can be found in the background, where he seems to have acquired a small straw sun hat and is using some tinfoil as a tanning screen in front of a lamp]

Hello all. For those who don't know me, I'm Allen Walker, one of the medics aboard the SS Blue Fish. Just a couple things today.

First of all, the bi-monthly blood drive is going to take place next weekend aboard the Blue Fish! If you wish to donate please fill out the form attached to this video. [The form that can be found here] Anyone who donates can be paid in either money or food. If you're interested in volunteering or you have any questions, please contact me. Any vampiric volunteers will not be allowed to sample or work directly with the blood.

Second, while I'm sure many of you are enjoying your time on the warm beaches, please remember to wear sunscreen if you're going to be out there for a long period of time. [He grimaces a little, as if he learned that one the hard way] Also please make sure to keep yourself hydrated, watch out for storms, and use proper precautions if you're helping with the fungus problem.

Lastly, if you're looking for a way to earn money aside from donating blood, remember you can always donate medical supplies to the clinics! Prices will vary on supply and demand, but I'm willing to pay you in either credits or this planet's currency. Right now, I'm sure any sort of sunburn or hangover treatments would be very much appreciated. If you're a lab assistant interested in having supplies sent to your clinic, please let me know.

Thank you everyone! Have a nice day.

[He gives a wave, and the feed cuts out. When the feeds over, he gives a sigh of relief, flops down in his chair and starts...playing that game Crowley made for the network. Yep. That stupid addictive game.]

[OOC: Due to time restraints, the blood drive this handwaved! If you wish to say your character donated, please fill out the information linked above!]

thespaceopera

[After weeks of relative silence, our intrepid passengers finally travel within visual range of a blue planet. Marsiva's slow-and-steady course makes it clear that this is the Drift Fleet's next destination--but just as your ships come within scanning range and your computers begin to gather data, a fleet of quick little watchdog ships zip out of the planet's atmosphere, heading straight for you!

They do not swoop in for an attack, but hold their positions between you and the planet. They look close enough to cause some trouble, and any working Communications Officer can tell you that they have weapons locked on the Fleet in warning.

The tell-tale sound of an incoming hailing frequency chimes over your ship's alert system. Someone would like you to pick up the phone. Thanks to their augment, all passengers instinctively know that they'll be looking for the Captain or the Communications Officer of the ship--but no one says someone else can't pick it up first.

On the bridge, the hailing frequency can be viewed on screen, along with the attached subject: "Identify yourselves." The notification chime goes off every seven seconds. These ships don't look like they're going anywhere, but they don't want to be kept waiting, either.

What do you do? Will you accept the frequency?]

ooc → see the July Star System post for details about this event! there is no real rush in this post (we won't even be around to begin responding to it until Sunday afternoon), so take your time, feel free to tag each other in this post (maybe try to get your Comms officers off their asses), and there is no time too late to tag into this post. the element of urgency is all IC, and there is no OOC pressure at all.

recopy

Who: Megaman and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Moping at the desk in the engineer's office on the SS Golden, lights on as usual
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW somewhere around the space equivalent of midnight

Hello, I'd like to ask a question for anyone still awake. Some of you have been here for a little while now, right? I was wondering...has anyone ever been able to contact people they know back home here? Has Atroma ever allowed it, I guess.

My friends back home are probably really worried about me by now...I don't think they would know what's going on. To them I might have suddenly become missing! And I'd like to let them know that I'm okay, if I can. But I don't know if there's a way...

And also, since [ah] maybe I'm going to be here for awhile too. Does anyone have a database about outer space that I could borrow for a bit? A book or a data file you'd be willing to lend? Just, something that gets detailed about how things work in general out there. I have basic knowledge on the subject, but I'd like to learn more of I can.

Thank you.

interspace

WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide voice
ACTION Somewhere on the Golden
WHEN July 5th

Okay, guys. Hear me out. This is going to sound like a weird suggestion, but... has anyone thought we've been almost too gloomy lately? Our mourning is all well and good. A lot of shit happened. But if you ask me, we're missing a pretty key component to the whole cycle. Where's the party? The wake. The remembrance that we're alive and we have our own lives to continue now enriched by the lives we touched while they were here.

You know. That kind of sappy stuff.

[ There's a pause, a quiet "um". ]

If anyone else agrees, I was thinking of setting something up in say—a week or so? Would anyone else be up for that?

[ No this clearly has nothing to do with the fact that her birthday is on the 11th. Mere coincidence! ]

thespaceopera

[it may be too optimistic to hope that it has something to do with respect, but Atroma has been very quiet. in the wake of the growing stillness on the Iskaulit, neither of the fleet's hosts have broken the peace with their chipper voices.

if the passengers are being watched as closely as they always claim, it is being done in silence.

whether or not the remainder of the living bugs are being kept somewhere for observation, and regardless of the fact that the discussion of what to ultimately do with the ship is still ongoing, it has been generally agreed that something respectful should be done with the dead, and that the remaining spores should be washed away.

so, this will all be done through a combined effort of vacuum and fire, and the time for this purge has been set.

feet on the ground are needed to prepare the foreign ship for purging--securing anything that could be damaged, and safely packing away delicate data-storing instruments and anything belonging to the fleet itself. anyone willing to help could surely find something to do.

and for anyone wishing to bless, reflect, honor, or pray... now is the time to do so. whether aboard the Iskaulit itself before the purge, offering a voice over the network, or simply watching from nearby shuttles and ships, this is the fleet's moment to help send off the crew of the Iskaulit with dignity.]

ooc: this is the final IC mod post for June! the purge itself will be implied for the most part, but anyone with skills in mechanics or fire-controlling may assume they were involved.

this post specifically is for any interactive threads involved in the final days before the Iskaulit is cleaned, and anything funerary, including broadcasts. even if you just want to put up a closed comment describing what private way your character is taking part in this makeshift 'ceremony,' go for it.

an OOC post summarizing and officially wrapping up the rest of June will go up as soon as we're able.

cabbagedetective

Who: The crew of the SS Golden
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden
When: 6/10 to 6/30

[With the exciting lights and sounds of the casino behind them, things seem to have really wound down for the fleet. With very little to do outside of the ship, what better way to try and stave off cabin fever than by socializing with one's fellow crew members? Compare casino winnings, swap stories about anything the other mysterious planet they left behind, or maybe just stare out the window together at the passing space debris. The choice is yours!]

proudlywehailed

Who: Commander
Broadcast: Fleetwide video!
Action: SS Golden!
When: 6/6

[lo and behold, we have video!

[commander is, for once, not in his gear. though he's in a simple t-shirt, he's holding the camera with his metal arm, making it hard to see it. you might be able to catch a glimpse of shine where his shoulder closest to the camera almost comes into view, but that's it.]

So I've talked to a few of you about doing some physical training and learning how to defend yourself. If you wanna come test it out, head on over to the Golden. I'll meet you in the cargo hold, and we can see what you're made of.

twocomplex

Who: Mattias, Oren & YOU!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Starstruck
When: 6/5

[The camera peeks into the Starstruck’s bridge to a flurry of papers. They drift across the floor before the view shifts and the scene expands. Mattias has his back to the camera, plastered against the second half of a large circular map that he’s in the process of pinning to the wall. Arm pressed against the paper, he balances on one foot, using the other to stop a pile of other segments from falling while his hand grapples with a piece of tape. Whoever’s behind the camera holds up a finger for quiet as they creep towards him, stopping only when the camera is nearly touching Mattias’ neck.]

Mattias. [In a feat of grace, Mattias yelps, jumps and slips in a matter of seconds. He crumples to the ground as the remaining sheets snow around him, ignoring them as he looks up past the camera.]

Oren? [He’s going to say more but his brow furrows.]—Is that on?

Tell me, how many hours of sleep have you gotten in the past two weeks?

Uh—[He pauses too long for it to be a sane amount.]

None. He means none, you see. [He doesn’t wait for whatever thought Mattias may have been trying to form, brushing past it smoothly.] This map has taken a majority of our time, and while most people would have the sense to sleep... Mattias just can’t rest until it’s complete. So, with that in mind, we’re looking to enlist some help! [He extends a free hand just enough for it to appear on screen, rolling in the air to encourage Mattias.]

Go on.

[Mattias looks about to protest needing people but Oren must shoot him a look because he quiets immediately. Glowering at the camera, he points up at the map.] That is a star chart. Or a star map. Or whatever the correct terminology for it is. I don’t know. I only know that we can work off navigating from radar for so long. Now, I know there are others in the library. But they don’t help. They cover a section of space [he holds up a single sheet] this small when we’re flying through something [He slaps the multi-sheet map behind him. Another paper falls loose. He tries to ignore it.] this big. We need a broader view. With this, we can adjust as we go. Make edits, additions, have the most accurate information possible to move forward. We can chart courses, analyze our past patterns, maybe even find out where we are.

[He runs a hand through his hair and shrugs.] I don’t know. But it makes more sense than flying blind, at the whims of the Atroma.

[He glances back at it.] Right now it’s about eighty percent done on the first draft. [Pointed stare at Oren.] If people want to help, fine. All it really involves is copying the radar’s data from various degrees and directions. I can tell you what parts we’re missing. Is that satisfactory, Oren?

Near perfect. [He lets the camera take one more sweep of the map.] What would truly be useful is if someone were able to transfer this digitally to each ship’s controls. A paper map would be of no help to us while piloting. [Again, the camera shifts, focusing on Mattias. Minutes stretch. Mattias waits for something else to happen only to finally say:]

Shut it off.

[ooc note: did you know they’ve been flying half-blind the whole time?? ~~anyway all characters are free to help out and make a map they all can use! they could use anyone in some way, but feel free to hit us up for any questions.~~ we've actually both dropped the game now sorry!]

dancingmd

Who: Beverly Crusher and all you other fine redheads
Broadcast: Networkwide Video
Action: Blue Fish, Cargo Bay
When: Right after the shuffle!

[The video feed cuts on to show Beverly, grinning with amusement, though her tone remains professional as she addresses the fleet.] Attention, Drift Fleet! This is Dr. Crusher of the SS Blue Fish. [Sorry guys, it's going to be a while before she stops talking to the network like she's in Starfleet.] We've received an... interesting delivery here on board the Blue Fish that I think some of you will want to see.

[She steps back from the camera for a moment, revealing the Blue Fish's cargo bay, stacked floor to ceiling with crates of what looks like... shampoo? You'll also see the Blue Fish's intrepid Captain Sokka in the background, mouth open in angry shock about this intrusion into his cargo bay. Beverly walks over to the nearest crate and pulls out a bottle of shampoo to hold up closer to the camera. The shiny red bottle looks suspiciously similar to a certain famous salon brand of hair care products from late 20th or early 21st century Earth, if any of you happen to be familiar with that. "JOHN FLOOTER" is emblazoned prominently on the top along with the words "RESPLENDENT RED" in gold.]

In case you can't tell what is in the crates, it's shampoo, and tons of it.

[Her face pops back onscreen.]

Someone out there must really have a thing for redheads. [She waggles her eyebrows.] But who can blame them?

[She sets the shampoo back in its box before continuing.]

Of course, it's not all for just me and Kairi! They sent a list, which I'll upload onto the network, and if your name is on it, you can come by the Blue Fish at any time to pick up your gift. Or, if it's easier for you, just let me know and I'll bring your box by your ship at your earliest convenience. Thank you!

((ooc: if your character is a redhead, assume they're on the list. someone in the audience just really wanted an excuse for all the redheads to get together, okay???))

ishere

Who: Tadashi & you!
Broadcast: TEXT - Fleetwide.
Action: SS Bishop
When: 5/31

Sorry if this has been asked before, but I'm curious: how many of you received augments that aligned with what your interests were at home? My brother and I are both really into robotic engineering, but he's an engineer and I ended up with lab support. Considering that the last big project I finished was a nursebot, I can't help but feel like Atroma's playing a joke on me. :P

Other than that... any guesses what our next stop is gonna be like? I'll buy lunch for whoever guesses it right.

Oh, it's Tadashi Hamada, by the way, on the SS Bishop. Guess I haven't really made an actual broadcast since getting here.

[ aaand he will just be chilling in the med bay, as usual, if anyone on his ship needs to find him. ]

artifacetious

Who: Claudia Donovan and YOU
Broadcast: VIDEO, Fleetwide
Action: Y, if you're on the Marsiva!
When: late May

See. I'm used to being whisked away to other universes, but usually there's a point to it. Saving the world tree or helping in a war or whatevs, big ticket things that would actually merit prying open a wormhole and plucking us from all over to help. Not... for intergalactic reality shows. Are you kidding me? This [ she waves both hands at her surroundings ] cannot actually be what they want from us.

[ She is incredibly displeased, she was told she was going home and the Marsiva definitely is not home. It's an unwanted detour. ] If anyone does know what they want from us, feel free to speak up! Or outerspace big brother could speak up! Outerspace!!

[ Claudia settles down with a huff, and picks up the beautifully crafted elven guitar she was allowed to keep from her time in Asgard. That's something, at least. The feed cuts off but anyone on the Marsiva will hear her playing from against the wall on the hospitality deck. ]

notmutantbutmiracle

Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday, May 22nd

[When the video feed clicks on, the only thing visible at first appears to be the ceiling on the inside of the Marsiva. After a few seconds of dead air, Wanda suddenly jumps into frame as she bolts upright in her sleeping cot. Her face contorted in panic, and a loud scream erupts from within her as she wakes from her nightmare. Her hand is outstretched, reaching for something not there. A loud bang accompanies her abrupt awakening, as off-screen a few of the cots opposite Wanda are thrown violently against the wall of the ship.]

[Her heart is racing, and her breath comes and goes quickly. She closes her eyes, lowers her arm, takes a few deep breaths and tries to calm herself. As she opens her eyes a second time, the expression of panic fades from her face, and she surveys her new, unfamiliar surroundings. She is now fully awake, confused, angry, and also a little bit afraid.]

Where am I? [Her voice shakes a little with her first question, but the following question comes out much more stern.] What is this place?

[She notices the communicator lying next to her on the cot. She picks it up and centers herself on the screen. Her face displays an expression of grim determination.]

Whoever is watching this... tell me where I am!

geonomy

Who: Clay Terran and YOU! Yes, even you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Vanquish
When: Saturday, May 23rd

[When the video comes on, Clay's got his tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips as he looks at the camera. Once he realizes that it's on, he grins, then gives a little two-fingered salute from his visor.]

Good morning, everyone! You know, I've been here for... what, a whole month, and I haven't even used this thing to talk to everybody? [He's mostly used it to talk to other people, sure, but not addressing the whole fleet. Dang!]

So! My name is Clay Terran, and I'm the pilot of the SS Vanquish. If anyone needs some piloting tips, I've been one for a while back at home, and I've been trained specifically for space travel before I got here. I'd be happy to give tips and pointers, or take advice from any other pilots around here!

As for people who aren't pilots... [He settles to get more comfortable on that dinky cot of his; Vanquish hasn't exactly gotten any fancy upgrades, not that he minds.] What were your dreams before coming here? Your goals? Are you still gonna try going after them, or did this place kind of mess things up for you? Any new ones now that you're here? You can ask me about mine too, if you want!

Also... [Now that grin turns into something more playful.] Anyone else think we ought to rename our currency to Starbucks? [Get it? Get it? ... So some people won't get it but ALL THE SAME.]

interspace

WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Marsiva hospitality deck
WHEN May 20th because I'm a loser

[ The comm is set down on a table, facing down to give a wide angle of a young redheaded woman who is basically standing inside of a couch. Phasing! She looks to the camera, brows raised very pointedly!! And then walks forward to one of the walls leading further into the Marsiva and pushes.

Nada.

She looks back to the camera. Walks back to the couch, does a slow turn around while standing inside of it, then goes back and pushes on the wall again. After a moment, she steps back, uses both hands to point at the stubborn wall. ]

Is anyone else seeing this shit?

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