thetruehistorian: (wind and snow)
[personal profile] thetruehistorian
Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Caprine or Iskaulit
When: 9/24

Another week, another shuffle, and another wave of newcomers. I hope you feel welcomed. Also congratulations to Vash, I see you've been given a few new responsibilities.

There seem to be a number of intrigues afoot. It isn't only our friends or loved ones who may come and join us here in the drifting fleet. Enemies, too, it seems may be drawn to us. I suppose there's a logic to it, given the introductory story we've all had implanted in our minds. What better way to gain viewership than to add a bit of drama into the mix, no?

I'll admit to having a few personal grudges myself, though for the most part my experience has been that individuals are less antagonistic than groups of a shared ideology. There are exceptions, however. For instance a man from my own world, Spandam, without the backing of Cipher Pol, is nothing more than a loud-mouthed weakling hardly even worth the time it would take to break his jaw so that we might be spared his idiotic prattle. Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, on the other hand, is by all accounts a true believer in the concept of Absolute Justice, and poses the double threat of being able to back such an extreme ideology with considerable physical strength. Some of you out there might find you like him quite a bit.

All of this leads to my questions for members of the fleet at large. How many here can say they have enemies of their own living amongst us? How did you respond to them, or how did they respond to you? Is it a common occurrence?

If you haven't had your enemies arrive, tell me who you would least like to see show up in the shuffle lists? What do you think you would do if they showed up?

Have any of you made enemies from realities other than your own? What drove you to such a relationship?

Due to the personal and inflammatory nature of such questions, you may respond anonymously if you prefer.

[OOC: if you want to post anonymously, just write anon in the subject heading!]
child_of_bhaal: (a little noble)
[personal profile] child_of_bhaal
Who: Syeira and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really, but Red Fish if you want
When: Today.

[She doesn't really broadcast much. And this is not a very usual thing to address everyone with, so she's just a tad awkward under the serious tone.]

Hello everyone. I'm Syeira, one of the captains of the Red Fish. I don't know all of you, and I do apologize for that. But I have something that, I imagine, will be of interest, if not concern, to many of you here. Especially in relation to our ever out of reach captors. So, ah, I suppose to the point then. About a month ago....

[She hesitates, looks away but almost immediately looks back, making herself say it. With a calm, straight face, and dry eyes.]

I died.

[All right. Said and done. Move on. Move forward to the point.]

I know that for a lot of people here, that's not exactly surprising- seeing a person perish and then be returned to life. Even on my world such things are possible; common in fact. Even long after death, if one gets a hold of strong enough magic.

However, this is a unique situation for a few reasons. Firstly, I am of a...rare and particular family tree that cannot, by any means, be revived after death. Yet, here I am.

[She lifts her hands and lets them fall. Takes a small breath and continues.]

Secondly. I have been having dreams. A dream, really. After my revival, I was extremely ill, for near to a tenday. Which this next item could have been attributed to, if it had only happened while I was feverish. However, I am quite well now, and the same dream keeps occurring. I would describe it to you, but whenever I attempt to recall the details, my memory suddenly fails.

Again, for most, it could easily be written off. A symptom of a physical trauma. And again, I am not someone who falls into the norm. I have always dreamed in a very specific and singular way. This is new.

[Her gaze trails off, her thoughts turning inward.]

New and suspiciously vague. I can tell you all, what I dream of is something dark, and with ill intent. I can't give more than that. I wish I could.

[She blinks and looks back, focusing again. But she's about finished.]

It isn't much. And I'm not sure yet how this might help us with our overarching puzzle that is Atroma, but I knew I needed to share with you all. Thank you for your time.
facehands: (you sound like the colour brown)
[personal profile] facehands
Who: Six
Broadcast: Text
Action: Caprine
When: Today!

This is the worst broadcast ever. You're all fired.
0 out of 6.
No one wants to watch a show with moisture and colours. Some of us can't even see colours!
So inconsiderate.

Also where is my planet. I was promised a planet.
You're all fired. Again.


[ GOOD MORNING FLEETERS. You're all fired apparently. ]

SS Caprine )
thetruehistorian: (sweetheart)
[personal profile] thetruehistorian
Who: Robin and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Text
Action: If you want it. She gets around
When:8/19

It seems there's never a lack of people coming in or going out. No wonder the rosters get updated weekly. Still, I hope everyone's enjoying their stay as much as they can. It's a bit of a unique opportunity, don't you think?

In the vein of getting to know you, I'm curious what class of augment everyone got when they arrived, and whether they think it suits them. I've had to do a bit of thinking on this myself, actually, and received some insight from an unexpected source. Perhaps a discussion such as this may lead to similar results for others- if, indeed, there are others out there who felt that their augment was a bit misplaced.

Yours truly,

Nico Robin
goldenglasses: (I just stepped in WHAT?!)
[personal profile] goldenglasses
Who: Vash and you. Yes you!
Broadcast: Open to all
Action: Three Twins
When: August 18th

[And yet another birthday. Vash ticks it off mentally. He's never had a real problem with his birthday, but he never felt the need to make a big deal out of it either. Sometimes he'd have a nice meal or something, but this year he doesn't feel much need. There was all these exciting new places to check out!

He was in the cargo area. Putting away some spare ammo he had just picked up for the revolver he had. Finished he decided what he likes more than anything is being around people so making a broadcast would be a fun thing to do, right?]


Wow! Isn't being around all this life, wonderful? The people around here are really passionate! Has anyone been into any of the libraries around here? There are a couple books I'd like to look at but it seems a bit selective in who they want looking at them. Anyone have any luck at getting to some of the more... what's that sound?

[As Vash was talking a quiet chripping noise that sounds a lot like "happy birthday" has started to play.]

And what smells like burn-WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [The camera will get a very quick glimpse of a cake in the shape of a donut. Or at least that's what it looks like it could be underneath all those candles. One of the blaring out happy birthday. Just one out of the over one hundred and thirty candles crammed for room together.]

Crap, crap, crap, crap, oh crap!!! How do I put this- BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! FIRE! BEEP! BEEP! FIRE! [Vash drops the communicator as he dances around. Trying to blow the candles out, but there's just too many! Doesn't help that they're the trick candles that keep relighting themselves.

But it's okay! The ship's sprinklers finally turns on and out goes the candles! And... any dry spot on the ship. Hope everyone visiting the Three Twins wanted a sudden and unexpected shower.]


Uh...oh... how do I get those off?
namisan: (kdsflasf he's paying for that)
[personal profile] namisan
Who: Nami and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit for you drinkers out there.
When: Now-ish

[Nami's been in a bad mood of late. Mostly it's to do with Sascha and trying to shove her own feelings down and trying to deal with it in a responsible way because some jackass luck of the draw happened to make her Captain. Hooray! The bite has healed enough it just looks ugly instead of actually hurting (it itches, thanks so much for that), so she still keeps a loose bandage over the top. No big deal. She'll get over it. There's not much choice.

She works off her grouchiness at the bar in bits and pieces. She was doing pretty well until a box turned up in her bedroom addressed to Captain Nami.]


One piece--

[No, that's not a pun I swear. The feed clicks on to Nami's furious face, tapping the screen with one section of blue metal piping that a handful of people might find familiar.]

Problems with shipping? Delays in processing? IT'S A MATCHED SET! Why would you even break this up!? If you've lost the other parts I'm going to--

[RANT USELESSLY AT EVERYONE APPARENTLY. She shuts her mouth with a snap, fingers wrapped around the climatact piece in a crushing grip, before she suddenly smiles sweetly.]

Thank you so much for finally processing my claim, Diamond. Or whoever. At this rate I'll only have to submit those forms another eight times!

Don't think I don't know you're doing this on purpose. [And finally she pulls back, tapping the piece in hand before pointing it in the vague direction of her closed door with a dark mutter.] I bet it doesn't even work r--

[FWOOM.

...that'd be the sudden howl of wind punching through the air much like this, only more powerful and far less gracefully, given Nami went flying in the other direction with a yelp. There's a long moment of silence, punctuated by the sound of several maps falling off the walls, and the broadcast picks up nothing but the visuals of a room that looks like a small tornado just went through it.

......
......]


...needs calibration.

[Ow.]

-------

[You can also catch her at the Iskaulit.  Not on shift tonight, kthx.  She's just nursing a drink in the corner and glaring holes through the table.]

voice.

Aug. 11th, 2016 07:01 pm
collegedropout: (pic#9962854)
[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam and you
Broadcast: Voice
Action: N/A (unless plotted)
When: After this shit. Vague time is vague for plot convenience, shh.

[Sam feels like puking, thanks.

See, his friend had called him because of a suspiciously bitey vampire, and he had conversed with this vampire to find - well, he's not a fucking vampire. And of course, him trying to get the guy on lock-down did not... go that well. His brother and a certain little fae child got him back on his feet, uh. Relatively, but he still feels like he's been on the same Disney teacups a few too many times.

Regardless, he's gotta put up some serious alarm bells. You learn your lesson after Bucky's augment glitch. He sounds a bit groggy, a bit like he's got some vertigo going on, but he's also got an air of grim alert to it. This is a warning, y'all.]


There's someone going around who people may know as Sascha — something's seriously wrong with him; I'm thinking an augment glitch. That seems to be the norm from the Atroma lately, so... figures, if it is. His personality is completely off from what I'd seen before, and I was alerted to the fact that he had... bitten one of his crewmates. I tracked him down but he didn't exactly appreciate a hunter telling him he had to be put under surveillance.

[There's a dry air about that last bit; sick-feeling or not, he's a cheeky bastard sometimes, sue him. After a moment, he continues:]

He's not a vampire, though. Or at least acted like it was news to him. He says he's a Sheol - I'm unfamiliar with this race of creature, so I can't really help, but. Uh. His bites are toxic and cause numbness, sickness, and immobility. That's how he disables his prey. He got me, too, but I got lucky there.

I don't know where he is now, but please be careful. Keep a look-out. Any information you have on his abilities or any reports of attacks from him would be appreciated. He may be calm and he doesn't seem to be bloodthirsty. Yet, or otherwise. But he's detached and clearly capable of hurting others.

... Stay safe.

[As he closes the feed, you can hear him grumble exasperatedly - ]

... He licked me...

moonofmylife: (cause my money ain't)
[personal profile] moonofmylife
Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aoard the Caprine
When: Now

[Daenerys addressed the network, still looking a little worn around the edges despite her time asleep. She felt as if she hadn't moved from her bunk in days. In her hands rests the device, pointed towards her face and atop her shoulders rests one lazily dozing dragon. Drogon's black scales had a bit of a copper and red glint to them in the lights cast about her room, his eyes were closed and his wings were curled in close to him. His clawed hands clung to her shoulder while his feet dangled over her back, hidden by her hair. Across the other shoulder, the very end of his tail could be seen. He was draped neatly around her neck where he could rest comfortably.]

I apologize to anyone who may have been inconvenienced by my mishap. My absence from was not intended, though I have no idea how long exactly I was asleep. This is my first time experiencing such a state. Should anyone from the other ships wish to brief me I can be found at my post aboard the Caprine.

[A smile and she reaches with one hand to stroke the end of Drogon's tail. His wings fluttered, sensing the disturbance.]

And this is Drogon. He is one of the dragons whom I call my children, born of a funeral pyre originally, but reborn and returned to me by the Tree that gave us gifts. Perhaps some day Drogon's brothers will join us but for now he is all that remains to me of my home.

[Drogon's hands stretched sleepily and in his attempt to awaken he fell clean from his perch on her shoulder and down her back. With a loud raptor-like shriek, Drogon shot into the air, out of the video's view and out of sight somewhere above Dany's head. He wasn't happy to have been woken up. Thanks for that, Mom. :|]

Private Message: Tyrion Lannister

Lord Tyrion, if you wish to meet him in person, you are welcome to at your earliest convenience, though I don't know that he'll be quite ready to receive guests beyond yourself. He's still adjusting to the ship, I think.

[Another loud screech and Drogon dive bombed back into view, landing in a heap in her lap. Looking down, Dany coos at him, trying to console him.]

Shh, shh... you're with me... you're just fine, sweetling.

[She smiles, bringing her gaze back to the device.]

Be prepared for him to be a bit difficult. He is a child, after all.

Action

[The Caprine crew can find their Captain up and about, checking on various stations throughout the ship and finally stopping in awe of their new gardens. The lemon tree in particular received her adoration. She was excited to be able to harvest it and perhaps task Qing with making lemon cakes to send to one Sansa Stark as a bit of a peace offering between her and the girl and her brothers.

Drogon alternated between remaining perched on her shoulder, tucked beneath an arm, or flying a few inches beside her head. He made soft hissing and rasping noises on occasion, not displeasured at the moment into full on screeching. Having him around made her smile more brightly, her step more upbeat. If anyone in the crew or visiting the ship should happen upon her they would be greeted by him as well.
]

Drogon, sweetling, don't wander too far...

[Not an easy command to follow for a baby dragon in a new place.]
namisan: (debt debt huehue debt)
[personal profile] namisan
Who: All y'all Bloodsport people and friends
Broadcast: N/A!
Action: Unsure but I think it's probably... the Bloodsport...
When: August

[It's a mingle!  There's new crew!  There's old crew going slightly nuts!  There's probably popcorn somewhere.]

helluva_pilot: (bb-8 good buddy)
[personal profile] helluva_pilot
Who: Calling all Capringles, it's time for a camingle!
Broadcast: nope
Action: On the good ship Caprine
When: August

[Ready to meet the newest addition to the crew? He'll be around...]
collegedropout: (pic#10290700)
[personal profile] collegedropout
[Sam's very much content with what he got from the giving tree. But of course, in the calmness of the world around them, he can't help but wonder more on everyone else — his memory box sits on his bed, some of the contents sitting outside of the box, some of which are pictures of his family, of odd things like a fake amulet, and a retirement home brochure. There's more in there just waiting to be dug through for the sake of nostalgia, but first...]

ATTACHMENT: THE_GIVING_TREE

You know, being a Silverstein fan, one of my favorite books growing up was The Giving Tree.  

I don't really know why. I mean, it's a depressing story, you know? Hell, it messed with me as a kid, I mean real little, and I remember asking why that tree kept giving up parts of itself for such a jerk. I get it when he's a kid, sure. Kids are kids. But the rest... I always remembered how good the tree was — and how I swore I would never be such an ass if I ever met that tree. Crossed my heart.

I guess I sort of did meet a giving tree on this planet, and the tree gave me some... really, really great stuff. 

[He holds up some pictures, the one on top a clear picture of him as a baby with his family. He's so very pleased to have these here.

Maybe he'll offer some to Dean; he's not sure if his brother is interested in photos anymore, but... screw it, he'll offer anyway.] 

So — thanks for that, tree. I'm content.

What'd you guys get?
onetwosixshit: (look at all the fucks i give)
[personal profile] onetwosixshit
Who: Oscar Mike and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 7/17/2016

So hey, everyone listening out there. This hippie planet is getting real boring real fast, and there are way too many of these little slug dudes all around.

So, like, who out there's up for some shooting shit? Except without the shooting part, since there ain't no guns around. So shooting shit with fists. Fisting? Aw who the hell cares. Who's up for some mahno eee mahno hardcore painfests winner take all except there's really nothing here so mainly just beating the crap outta eachother? A guy could get real out of practice here with nothing to fight.

[Video]

Jul. 12th, 2016 10:50 am
thetruehistorian: (intrigue)
[personal profile] thetruehistorian
Who: Nico Robin and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes if you're on the Marsiva
When: 7/12

Well, waking up with knowledge I didn't glean for myself is quite an experience, I must say. Does this sort of thing happen often, or is it a once in a lifetime memory I get to cherish until my probably untimely death?

[Robin smiles a little at that. She's been on the run since she was eight, and fully expected death to catch up to her long before now. Untimely her death most likely will be, but she's been living on borrowed time for more than twenty years, so she has no particular complaints.]

I suppose I ought to introduce myself. My name is Nico Robin. I'm an archaeologist. And... security officer, it would seem.

[She does not look like the security officer type. More like the secretary a sexist boss hired for all the wrong reasons type. But who knows?]

It's been awhile since I've had to seek passage with a strange crew on a new ship, but that's worked out for me quite well the last couple times, so I'm not opposed to doing so again. It'll be the first time I do so in space, however. If there's some aspect of it that wasn't included in our instant training module, I do apologize.
spontaneouscombustion: (The Element of Laughter)
[personal profile] spontaneouscombustion
Who: The Capringles and any visitors!
Broadcast: If you want.
Action: The SS Caprine
When: Throughout the month of July!

[Hooray, no more gas masks!]

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