001 | Video

Nov. 6th, 2016 06:08 pm
halfbloodhatchling: (Default)
[personal profile] halfbloodhatchling
Who: Kai Gracen and Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now

I’m figuring that at some point I’m going to get an explanation, or one of my guns back, or something. Because I’m not really likely to die of boredom, no matter how long I’m left here.

[And while boredom is a lot better than most of the alternatives, Kai would still rather have some kind of weapon.]

And I can still bite, if it comes to that.

[Kai shows his teeth and it looks like in addition to having pointy ears and purple eyes, he also has fangs.

He lets out a half-sigh after that.]


Seriously though. What is it I’m supposed to be doing here? I can’t see much use for a Stalker.
thespaceopera: (Diamond)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[Between the hodgepodge way-stations, the mysterious planet, and the Marsiva (who still seems to be keeping her distance from everything), the Fleet is a little bit spread out across this lonely region. But, no matter where you are, every speaker and screen comes to life when the Hosts want to check in. The signal might be a little scrambled for those currently planetside, but even explorers deep within the jungles will get the gist of the broadcast coming through on their communicators.

The Hosts want to make very sure that everyone is listening.

So, following another title card and brief round of festive crooning in the background, Diamond's voice interrupts the day.]


Good morning, dear passengers! It is the start of another fun-filled day of celebration and camaraderie! I hope you've all rested well, so that you can hit the games hard and win those prizes! We've been doing our best to round up the very best presents we can, so keep checking the lists to see if there is anything new there to catch your eye. And don't forget about the snack tables! You'll need lots of fuel to keep your energy up. Some of those games are pretty tough, huh?

[There's a rather self-satisfied chuckle, mirrored by a male voice farther back from the microphone.]

I know that so much celebration can be tiring, but such an occasion only comes around once a year... and who knows how long it will be before you'll see such fabulous prizes on display again. We really went all out for this one, and your audience is loving it. Really, anyone who isn't soaking up all of this birthday time is just a big ol' party pooper!

[There's maybe a sharp little hint to her laugh... but she's still all smiles and joy as she speaks again.]

In fact, I think we should play a little game! This is one of the most popular requests from the audience, and to be honest... it's one of my favorites, too.

[She indulges in a snicker that sounds like it's hidden behind coy fingertips, before her voice leans closer in.]

For bonus points--which will be deposited right into your party accounts--answer this:

If you had to choose from among your own crew, who would like to get a little bit closer to, who is someone that you would want to spend the rest of your life with, and who would you want to nudge out of an airlock? Please tell us! You know, the worlds are watching...

[Did Diamond just start a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill? Maybe. It's also pretty open to interpretation, wouldn't you say?

And an important note about the previous Host broadcast: any passengers who had obliged Diamond by giving suggestions for presents they would like to receive are free to notice those suggestions popping up on the prize menu in the Marsiva party wing. Some of them may even be available to win, so go here if you would like to ask the mods about such an opportunity.

The Marsiva party is still in full swing, along with everything else going on, so... party on!]
collegedropout: (pic#10715849)
[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish / Iskaulit Bar
When: November 2nd (or somewhere abouts, if you need a different day)

Warnings: post might deal with mental illness-related talk, potential darker themes like conversations regarding non-consensual icky hallucinations, memory/mention of torture, etc. It's possible that it'll be a pretty light post and none of this comes up depending on how threads go, but I wanted to put out a blanket warning in case I forget. This is a heavier post from Sam! No happy augment glitches today or alien chicks with pancakes, sorry buddies. :(

[ACTION]

Sometimes augment updates happen in pretty unextraordinary ways. Sam laid down to sleep on the 30th, and woke up the 31st to find that he had a vast array of new memories and scars — but not quite so simple. He remembers being bound by his ankles and wrists to the chair in a sodden, dark basement. He remembers the hallucinations, vivid and painful. He remembers the knife cutting skin, the smell of his own flesh seared by a blowtorch. When he wakes up on the ship, he does so disoriented and pale with shock, sweat drenching his pillow.

It almost all feels like a dream.

Almost.

The image of Toni Bevell feels impossible to scrub from his mind. But this... This place — the fleet... he hasn't seen it in many months. It's as he remembers, but with the augment update, there's a sensation of falseness. Is this even real? How is he supposed to know? Not too long ago, he had wholeheartedly believed that he and Toni were lovers, confidants, not at all strangers, and certainly not one being a torturer. He had put so much faith in that hallucination — and it had felt so vivid — that there was a horrible shame and disgust and emptiness when he realizes he'd been played like a golden fiddle.

Toni had just smiled, proud of her savagery.

And here lies Sam's great dilemma: he doesn't trust any of this.

Sure, his foot is scarred, and he's got freshly pink and shiny marks where he'd been shot, sliced. But there's a strange emptiness he feels when he gets out of bed, showers, and redresses for the day. It's Halloween. Strange. He checks the roster on the ship. There's someone named Carl. He remembers noting their arrival before and making a note to meet with them properly; a kid, right? Right. He puts on a smile and goes to work at the bar aboard the Iskaulit, but everything feels robotic in gesture, like he's just going through the motions. He's a decent actor, but this augment shift is really making him misstep. 

Dean's dead, Sam's alone, he's in a basement, she wants information.

Is he even really here?

Would he even remember the basement, if this were just another hallucination? His mind is working in circles, trying to figure it out. What's he told her? What does he not remember? What has she tricked out of him? He has to be careful. He has to keep his mouth shut about anything she'd want to know. Just... go through the motions. She'd said his brain'd melt, if she did the mind tricks too often. Maybe it will. Or maybe it already is. He sure has a headache.

It doesn't help that the echoes that plagued him before his update persist even still. Images full of glamour, wrapped around many people he's come to know. He hasn't felt this uneasy from his own mind since the expulsion of Gadreel. Swallowing hard, he turns on anonymity and tries to make sense of it all at last, days later, on the 2nd of November.

The day Mom and Jessica had died. Go figure, right?



[ANONYMOUS TEXT | ENCRYPTED 60%]



Has anyone woken up here and felt like — nothing's really... real?

Like you're going to wake up and find yourself somewhere worst, and that it's all just a cruel trick someone's playing on you?

I've just been having a hard time... accepting, I guess.

And if this is another trick and the person doing it is listening —

Go fuck yourself.

therewerefifty: (arrogant)
[personal profile] therewerefifty
Who: Otono-somethingsomething Makie and you
Broadcast: fleetwide audio.
Action: Junkstation
When: Soon after the events of this post.

[Audio]

There are slavers aboard the waystation who are actively seeking cargo [The mildly courteous tone Makie is known for is absent, though she doesn't sound angry.  Inflectionless.  Possibly a little strained, if anyone knows her well enough.] 

This is the second time I know of they've attempted to take someone, and this time they've succeeded.  His name is... Max.  He's a crew member of the Starstruck.

We know where he is.  [Thanks to polite inquiries made of a survivor.  Very polite inquiries.]  We need assistance to retrieve him. 

...and a doctor, also.  Thank you.

[...totally asking for Tempest on that last one, okay.]

metachrosis: (listening)
[personal profile] metachrosis
Who: Espio and whoever
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: n/a
When: October 25th

It's Halloween soon. That's fine, I like Halloween, but there's something important everyone needs to know about pumpkins.

Turnips are better.

Speaking of which, I need some turnips. Does anywhere even sell them?


[Don't tell him. He hoards them.]
save_the_souls: (video game junkie)
[personal profile] save_the_souls
Who: Anyone traveling to the derelict ship(s)
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: At the Derelict Ship on the Planet
When: 10/13 onward



[After several days of traveling, the passengers are able to reach the ruins of the ship. Explore the ruins, try to find a distress single scavenge, play your hand at Harvest moon and grab some pumpkins- come on in, it's a mingle!

>> Plot Information ]
thespaceopera: (Atroma)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[Wherever you are, passenger, whether on the surface of the planet, the way-station, or safe in your ship, all network terminals and personal communicators crackle to life. The Hosts have come calling, but there are a few differences, this time. Splashed across every screen in the Fleet, an eye-catching new image demands the attention of the passengers. And instead of the usual space-age jingle, your hosts see fit to interrupt the day with the sound of a much older song...

For the old-timers and archive-readers out there, this song has been heard once before. Much like last time, the familiar voice of Beau can be heard crooning pleasantly along in the background.

Unlike that other recording, however, Diamond's voice sparkles to the foreground before much time can pass. It would seem that the Drift Fleet's hosts are a little more on-top of things, this year.]


Hello, my darling passengers! We are here to wish you all an absolutely wonderful birthday. Sure, it's technically an anniversary, but we much prefer the idea of a birthday. It sounds better and the parties are so much more fun! You could even think of it as celebrating the beginning of a new life--two magnificent years spent under the stars...

[She sighs happily, and Beau pauses in his singing to chuckle fondly in her direction.]

And so, we have a very special present for all of you! We've been working very hard to make it a reality; it has taken quite a bit of time and effort... but we think that each and every one of you deserves it. I hope you all know how much you mean to us and to your adoring audience.

If you will look to the Marsiva, you'll notice that a special new hangar bay is open, waiting for you to arrive! That's right--we've opened up a special party room for all of you to go celebrate. We've provided games, food, and plenty of prizes. It has been hard to keep the secret quiet, but... oh, the looks on your faces when you see it will make it all worth it!

So, let's party! Relax, enjoy, and spend time with your friends... Your fans would be disappointed not to see all of their favorites there! The audience has been looking forward to this--so I'm sure it will be quite the ratings boost for everyone attending.

[Another pleased sigh, and she claps her hands!]

...But why wait? Let's start celebrating now! To kick off this special time of year, we have two questions from the audience: what would everyone like for their Drift Fleet birthdays, and if you could pick one vacation destination in all of the worlds, what would it be? Respond to this frequency with your answers, and who knows... wishes might just come true!

I am honored to have spent a second year with you wonderful people, and I can't wait to see what the next one has in store.

Enjoy your party, dear passengers! And, as always... the worlds are watching!

[The song finally comes to an end and the line remains open, presumably waiting for responses from the Fleet at large. And for those who head to the Marsiva to check it out, it turns out that Diamond's promises are true this time.

Happy second birthday, Drift Fleet!]
theboogieman: (→ ᴘ ɪ ɴ ᴘ ʀ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ)
[personal profile] theboogieman
Who: Zhas & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: A few days after that planet is in range.

---

[what is it about public network forums that invite sleep-deprived people to post weird, existential questions at three in the morning? but one insomniac has it bad this week, and the forest has not been playing well with his already-tenuous grip on reality.]

what are your dreams like?

[so, who else is awake at this hour?]

---

[and if anyone on the SS Red Fish is also still milling around this late (or morning), they can find Zhas at the kitchen table, slumped over a bunch of star charts, trying to take notes and compare to a book he has open. his face paint is a little smudged on one side, maybe from his constantly trying to prop his head up against his hand.]
sansseraph: (And see through angel's eyes (3))
[personal profile] sansseraph
Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"
geonomy: (☆ dreaming about what we could be)
[personal profile] geonomy
Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...
feathery: art@stridork (unimpressed face)
[personal profile] feathery
Who: Davesprite and y'all
Broadcast: Y
Action: Wonderduck
When: Now

important query
what the fuck are the lyrics to blinded by the light
the chorus specifically but i guess if you know any of the others
feel free to share???
actually what do the lyrics even mean
this list of questions just gets longer and longer even though i originally meant for it to be a poll
is it possible to make polls i know im a communications officer but i literally didnt think of this until three seconds ago
these questions are being asked on behalf of science btw

001

Sep. 30th, 2016 06:48 pm
avocadoatlaw: (mcu - conversation)
[personal profile] avocadoatlaw
Who: Matt Murdock + anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: When he arrives after the Shuffle


action

[ Matt hates confetti, there's nothing worse for upsetting his senses than over stimulation. So he stands, waiting for the 'celebration' to pass. He'd only been in the last room (ship?) long enough to be moved along to the next, so now here he was, trying to get his bearing through a snowstorm of flying paper.

Once he does, at least a bit, he can focus on the refreshments. It's clearly party food, which seems safe enough, so he assembles his stick and moves forward. ]


I, uh, hello?

[ He clears his throat. ]

My name's Matt Murdock, and I think you all are expecting me.

video

[ Later, Matt sits in front of the monitor, dark red glasses covering his eyes. He's calm, but it's clear that he's holding back stronger emotions. ]

If anyone seeing this knows me, I need to know you're here. Suffice to say, I have a few questions.
kill_switch: (Default)
[personal profile] kill_switch
Who: Furiosa and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: throughout the week

[Furiosa is more or less fully recovered from her ordeal on the snowy mountain. There's a lingering cough, and stiffness where she'd been banged up from the avalanche, but she's out and about and on the move. She's come to the gardens for a little bit of exercise, helping tend to the plants, while getting some quiet reflection and time around green things. She's still missing a replacement prosthetic while Tyrion works her up a new one, but it doesn't seem to slow her down any.]

[She spends some time just walking around the ship and seeing what other establishments have been popping up. She might stop in the Málum for a drink and a bite to eat.]

[Eventually she ends up back at the gardens for a rest and takes a seat with her back against a tree. She's playing through the audio file Atroma had left her a while ago - twelve hours of ambient truck noises. She's been thinking a lot about home, lately, and remembered Miss Giddy and how she was instrumental in getting Furiosa and the Wives the chance to escape.]


We had History Men and Women in my world; people with the past written out on their skin, stories always on their tongue, full of wisdom and ... and inner sort of strength they gave to others.

[In some small way, Furiosa has felt the need to fill that role here; in as much giving strength to others. The story telling? Not so much, and the physical branding ... she had enough of that with Immortan's symbol at the back of her neck.]

How did you share your history, in your world?
pain_train: (a wounded wolf is still a wolf)
[personal profile] pain_train
Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Video to everyone
Action: Windrose, or later at the fox park on the Iskaulit
When: Current

[Wrath as most people have not seen her. Hair's the same, jumpsuit is the same, expression is devoid of all the normal friendliness or happiness she displays. Her look into the camera is flat, stern. When she speaks, her tone is clipped, words a lot more precise than normal, like she's making a report.]

This is Wrath, First Officer of the Windrose.

There is a black fox that's been getting aggressive with the domesticated foxes in the fox park. Today she went after Officer Snuggles, and shortly thereafter revealed herself to be a member of the fleet rather than a pet, capable of speech. I have attached a recording of our encounter to this video for anyone who is curious.

Officer Snuggles is the vulpine officer for the Windrose security team and a valued crew asset. I do not tolerate aggression or violence toward any member of my crew and informed the black fox of such. She claimed that he is not a member of our crew and should not be "here"--presumably the fox park.

Officer Snuggles is listed on the crew roster of the Windrose. The fox park is for general use. I respectfully request that whichever captain has this individual on his or her crew adjust the understanding of their misinformed crewman.

Or I will.

I further suggest that those who have the foxes from Arslae as pets or working animals remain with them while they play in the fox park, as it seems there is a member of the fleet who feels justified bullying domesticated animals and doesn't understand the concept of shared or general use space.

Wrath out.

[Attached video: this from Wrath's first person viewpoint, taken from the data record on her artificial eye.]
metachrosis: art by Liz <user name="thebutt"> (...no.)
[personal profile] metachrosis
Who: Espio
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Text
Action: On the Golden
When: September 23rd, because shuffle!

[By now, everyone must be used to people wondering how and why they're here, and then perhaps throwing confused temper tantrums over being here. Surely the new passengers ought to be filled with questions for all the lovely people within the Fleet to answer? Or perhaps accuse everyone of kidnap?

After being on the Marsiva, and now being on this little ship, Espio has managed to work his way through what confusion he had, and now he's just... angry. If he could encrypt this somehow, there would be a very angry wall of incomprehensible ranting on the network as he vents, but since his ID number will be associated with him eventually, his anger is condensed into two simple sentences that express none of his feelings and don't help him feel better at all:
]

That's the third time. Hope you know I hate every single one of you.

[No signature is given. He doesn't care to identify himself right now.]


[And on the Golden...

The confetti was unappreciated. The pudding... well, okay, that got eaten, because while it was kind of plastic-tasting to him it was still a free sweet. Espio isn't particularly inclined to explore his new surroundings, though. He's kind of still mad at said surroundings. His exploration of the vessel is therefore slow, consisting mostly of lurking in corridors or on the bridge, pulling faces at things, and shooting any fellow crew members an irritable glare rather than doing the sensible thing and introducing himself.
]

What do you want?

[video]

Sep. 23rd, 2016 08:42 pm
arfvader: (sphincter is an asshole)
[personal profile] arfvader
Who: Ravi Chakrabarti and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Pre-shuffle!

[When Ravi wakes up in a completely unfamiliar bunk, his first thought is that he's been whisked back to the zombie camp with the unmentionable name and is about to have a bevy of overenthusiastic, purple gorilla nurses descend upon him. But as the minutes tick by uneventfully, he decides to brave the unknown to explore his surroundings and - despite the perplexities of his current situation - is visibly delighted by everything he sees. When he finally gets the hang of the communicator, his hands are actually shaking from the excitement of it all, making his image a little blurry onscreen.]

Apparently I'm in space! Which is actually pretty bloody brilliant! It's a definite upgrade from my previous zombie camp escapade, let me tell you, but I have so many questions!

[He looks like he's about to start rambling for hours on end, but manages to visibly reel himself in first. It's probably best to start with the basics.]

I'm Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti and I suppose this makes me a new member of this fleet, if there is a fleet. Which I'm pretty sure there is since I'm just about one hundred percent certain I could see other ships from the viewing area.

[A huge grin breaks out over his face as he mentally processes this again.]

I'm part of a fleet and I'm broadcasting in space! I mean, look, I'm obviously not thrilled about being displaced from home again, but if it has to happen, at least I'm on an actual, honest-to-God spaceship! And if anyone can provide some information on why exactly I'm in space, I'd be much obliged. Don't get me wrong, I could only have ever dreamed about all this robotic medical equipment in the last place, but at least the gorilla nursing staff was a bit more communicative.

Video

Sep. 23rd, 2016 10:41 am
stretchy_girl: (statement)
[personal profile] stretchy_girl
Who: Gemini & Open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 23/9

[The Marsiva's Hospitality Deck is cool and sterile as this feed clicks into life, the cameras zooming in on the biobed in the centre of the room. Normally there would be a recognisable humanoid lying there, but today there is a strange puddle of dark blue goop, glossy and rubbery in texture, held in place by a special cradle to stop the material slopping all over the spotless floor. There's only one clue that this is a person; an Augment suspended neatly in the middle of the blob. For a good long moment nothing happens, but then slowly the goo starts to move, twitching at first and then beginning to churn in increased agitation.

It had been a long time since Gemini last experienced unconsciousness and she was extremely disorientated. One moment she'd been closing in for a kill, about to finish her mission and the next she's waking up in an entirely different place having unwillingly reverted to her base form. That fact alone making her very unhappy.

Tentacles erupt from the rubbery mass, seeking to do damage to whoever had captured her, the forest of angry coils knocking the cameras askew, filling the room in a writhing mass as information from her Augment starts to trickle in. The information was unwelcome, the sensation of having a thing attached to her not something Gemini wanted and she immediately tried to detach her cells from it.

It's a good thing she doesn't have a mouth to scream. The tentacles twitch and start to melt, pulling back to the cradle, the whole gooey mass flopping to the floor out of sight, obviously in terrible pain. It's nearly a minute later when one of the cameras is wrenched back around, and now there's a black haired young woman staring into the camera, visibly seething.]


What the hell is this place? Is this some kind of fucking joke?
complicatedliar: (the devil's horns)
[personal profile] complicatedliar
Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]
poisoninmypocket: (neutral | communication)
[personal profile] poisoninmypocket
Who: Monty Navarro
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: September 16th

[Monty isn't a complete stranger to being one place and then suddenly being another. This typically has some element of delusion or other magic involved, though. Suddenly finding himself aboard a random ship in the fleet is disconcerting. But Renart's given him a basic rundown of what's going on, and he's glanced through this latest communications network. There's far too much to take in. But there is one matter he's been wondering about.]

To All Souls Present,

My name is Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro, most recently of the Fortress Between. I should extend my apologies if this is a query that has been answered before, but is there, perhaps, a list of persons who once were held within the confines of this fleet who have since departed? And is it known where these disappeared persons might go?

Regards,
Navarro


ACTION - SS Heron )

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