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Who: Iris West and YOU!!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: If you're on the Marsiva, sure
When: May 4th

[ Two whole days later, Iris still can't believe she's actually in outer space. The view outside the Marsiva hasn't done anything to dissuade the notion, either. Part of her desperately wishes she could disembark and explore this star system: it would be the story of a lifetime, and more importantly, it would be a story she would've uncovered all by herself.

Exploring the hospitality deck hasn't answered many questions, so she's taken to sitting in the cafeteria with a trusty mug of coffee. Turns out, it's a good place to sit and think - as well as a good place to scroll through the Network and see what other people're saying.

So far, she's drawn a few conclusions: 1) there's a whole fleet of ships surrounding the Marsiva, 2) not everyone's from Earth - or a planet like it, and 3) they're here as part of a reality show?? That last one's pretty hard to believe. (Who'd watch someone write and edit?) Instead of asking her fellow captives the hows and whys, she figures she's better off asking them something else: ]

How many of you know the game 'Questions?'

It's a pretty simple game back on Earth: I pose a question, and you can only answer me with a question of your own. The first one to forget a question "loses." To make things easier on everyone, I won't instate any additional rules.

To start us off: Were you familiar with outer space travel before you arrived here?

exothermia

Who: Heron and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: the Heron
When: April

[Hello birdies! We've got new bunks and a quieter engine, and possibly some rumours stuck to the fridge. What are you getting up to this month?]

perfecting

Who: Nancy Wheeler + you
Broadcast: yes
Action: heron, if you're so inclined
When: current

So if anyone needs or wants water guns, we have tons on the Heron.

and

it'll sound weird but if you ever heard of other places, worlds.

I don't mean this one.

If you've ever heard about one or been to one that looks like yours but isn't then, well.

I'd like to talk.

proweird

Who: Elena Gilbert
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes (on the hospitality deck of the Marsiva)
When: Now

[ Elena wakes with a start, her first thought being that she'd fallen asleep in one of the unused patient rooms. She rubs her arms with her hands, an attempt to chase away the chill and gives the room a good look. This isn't any room in the hospital. She puts her feet on the ground and stands. She's still dressed in the long-sleeved thermal top and blue scrubs she wears at work. She tucks a strand of her dark hair behind one ear.

Once she orients herself and does a little bit of exploring, she heads to one of the screens to browse the network and get a better grasp of this place. After that's done, she makes her own broadcast, giving the video screen a sheepish smile. ]

Hi, I'm Elena Gilbert. I just arrived and I've got no idea what to say here. Am I supposed to tell the class all about myself? I think I used to be good at this. [ She takes a deep breath then releases it. ] Whatever this is. I can honestly say this is my first time on a reality show though.

thespaceopera

[The source of the toxins has been discovered to be coming from the Depths that were previously sealed off. The Dasioe, desperate for aid, has agreed to let the Fleet have access to search for the source and put a stop to it. So now it's up to you to prepare yourselves for the unknown, and brave these dark waters for the sake of this world.

But be careful: you aren't alone down there.

This is a catch all-mingle/event log for the Depths event and anything related to it. None of the creatures will be NPCed by mods, so feel free to control them as you'd like.

> Info OOC]

reconstitution

Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10

[Broadcast;;]

[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.

He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.

Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]

I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...

[Action;;]

[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]

perfecting

Who: Nancy Wheeler + you!
Broadcast: no
Action: heron, iskaulit
When: all through march.

( ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ )

tallasaking

[Does Tyrion look angry? Oh good. Because he is. He is unbelievably angry and that radiates from his small frame like an aura. Try closer to furious, ready to do bodily harm to others. It perhaps does not help that he has surrounded himself by his many, many weapons and looks like he will go to any ship and use them.

His tone is terse.]

I would like to welcome to the Fleet my brother and sister, Jaime and Cersei Lannister. They are out there, somewhere, amongst us all. For those of you who are close to me -- you know who these people are. To those from Westeros, here is your warning. For my brother and sister ...

[The smile on his face would have done Tywin Lannister proud.]

If you think about crossing me - if you think about going after any of my real family here, I will first verbally destroy you. If you cross me again ...

[He gestured to everything around him.]

Now now, sweet siblings. I know your tricks. I know all your dirty little secrets. I know everything, where every literal and figurative body is buried. So simply ... do not. If you feel the need to confront me - I have at least half a dozen friends who will gladly assist me in shoving you out through an airlock.

[His lips curve into a snarl.]

Which I might just do anyways.

[And he jams his finger down, ending the feed.]

perfecting

Who: Nancy Wheeler and you;
Broadcast: yes
Action: n/a - Marsiva
When: current.

( A; VIDEO )

[ the video opens, abruptly, to what is undoubtedly the marsiva. The girl who walks into the frame, her back to the camera is on the younger side. When she turns, a few things might be easily concluded. This is a teenager - pale face, blue eyes, a golden necklace of two ballet slippers, tightening her dark jacket over her sweater.

Unaware of the camera, she will lift a bandaged palm and neatly undo the bandages, inspecting a well-healed palm. Look closely and you might notice a thin, pale scar just in the middle of her palm before she'll tighten her hand into a fist.

She's entirely alone, it would seem. Nothing but the eerie, cheerful music of the Marsiva. Looking around at the food and drinks, she breathes a little faster. Her alarm is quiet; there is no hysteria or panic - but there is certainly fear.

And apparently, anger. A moment later she will catch a glass and throw it onto the floor, smashing it. When no response comes, something will snap and methodically, she will begin throwing and smashing plates and glasses, pushing aside cots, toppling them over and when this surge of quiet anger stops -

nothing. but this lack of response seems to unnerve her and she bends over, picks up a broken shred and holds onto it, as if she is still awaiting an attack from an unknown party. ]

( B; TEXT )

[ several hours later, most of which were spent watching the messages on the network and trying ( and failing ) to understand their meaning, she seems to understand this is a mean of communication of a sort. but then, how? if there is no one with her?

figuring this works like a phone of a sort, only with words, she will send a single word out, a tentative, unsure attempt: ]

Hello?

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