ashandflame: (Default)
[personal profile] ashandflame
Who: Jean Grey
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: N/A
When: 5 April

( Jean isn't a stranger to space. She isn't a stranger to time travel. She is, however, a stranger of being kidnapped to a space fleet, released, and kidnapped back. What's the deal? What's so special about her that the Atroma want to bring her back for another round? She's a telepath, sure, but there's other telepaths in the world. There's other mutants. She isn't any better than the rest of them. Still, there's a whisper in the back of her mind that she tamps down and locks shut - something she vacuum seals to keep it from contaminating the rest of her mind. You have the Phoenix Force. You're chosen. It's always you. Death and rebirth, cycling on. She turns on the camera and decides to just do it live. Stream of consciousness is still a thing in 2019, isn't it? )

Look, I was here before. The people were cool but the forced captivity was something I wasn't a fan of. I'm just a girl, ok? There's no reason why I need to be here over anyone else and I have shit I need to do back home. How do you get the Atroma to spring you permanently? Do you have to pay them off or something? Because I think I could swing something. I've got friends in high places.

( It's probably useless but Jean feels the need for agency. So much of her life depends on teamwork, on relying upon others to do the right thing and do their part and she's not someone who likes relinquishing control. It takes everything in her not to just take over; this is why group projects were never a good idea in school and should be permanently banned. The Atroma can stab themselves in the eye with a rusted spork for all she cares. She just wants to go home, finish her mission, grab a slice and do the same thing tomorrow. That's it. The normal desires of a twentysomething with the most dangerous job in the world, right? Right. )

Seriously, though. I'm not here for it. I just need to get back home and if anyone has left and come back before, hit me with your ideas. I'm not above telekinetically frying all the circuits on this piece of shit just to make a point. I think it might end in some consequences I don't want, though, so if you have ideas that aren't going to turn me into a vegetable, I'm all ears.

[video]

Apr. 4th, 2019 07:23 pm
wallcrawler: (p12)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: Peter Parker
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now!

[Good evening flooters, have a clearly distressed yet refreshingly well-rested teenager looking anxiously at the network for some sort of reassurance.]

So, is it normal for people to just black out around here? Last thing I remember, we were all stuck on that big welcome ship.

I mean, I know occasionally people go to sleep for a while, but don't they come back feeling like they spent a bunch of time back home? I've got squat.

[You know, aside from the lingering embarrassment and a strong desire to forget that people were in his head.]

[video]

Nov. 18th, 2018 10:49 pm
wallcrawler: (p13)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: Peter Parker and associated non-Scroogey individuals
Broadcast: Video
Action: If someone wants to, sure?
When: Now

Secret Space Santa, but without the secrecy or a jolly guy in a big red suit )
wallcrawler: (Default)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: This arachnerd
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Yep!
When: Throughout the month of October (and also backdated accordingly)

Option A:
Is it still dumpster diving when the entire planet's technically a dump? )

Option B:
This is, sadly, not even the worst idea he's ever had )

[text]

Sep. 25th, 2018 08:03 pm
wallcrawler: (Default)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: the Webhead
Broadcast: Text only (at least at first, it might change)
Action: If anyone wants to join him at the obstacle course, sure
When: [backdated] 9/23

Hey, so, weird question: any of you engineering, tech-savvy types looking for a project?

Because apparently there's a sweet obstacle course on that big mega-mall of a ship following us around, but you gotta set everything up by hand. Well, almost everything. Tennis ball cannons seem to work pretty well as-is, and I am totally fine having something shot at me that isn't covered in spikes, or you know, explosive.

But it kinda takes the fun out of running the gauntlet with this sorta thing if you're the one building it, and especially if nothing in it ever changes mid-run to make things interesting.


[As for why he's not running his mouth off about this and resorting to texting everyone, well... his augment decided its glitch of choice would be completely muting him for a few days. Then again, while he might hate it, some people might actually appreciate that.]

Video

Aug. 23rd, 2018 12:46 am
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[personal profile] onlyanapple
Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Malum
When: Right now

[Hey, it's everyone's favourite demon. Or...at least a demon that some people have a positive opinion on. Same difference. Queen's Another One Bites The Dust plays in the background as he gives the camera a grin.]

So. While we all sit here, waiting for whatever fresh bullshit Atroma drops on us next, I thought we might have a little bit of fun, that we haven't done in a while. Lets have ourselves a little game of Never Have I Ever. It'll get you to know one another and let me in on your secrets, because I have to get my kicks somewhere. The idea is, you give a statement, if that statement is true for anyone, they don't take a drink, if it isn't, then they drink.

Basically, the less messed up your life is, the more wasted you're probably going to get.

You can do it over video, or you can come and drink at the bar. If you're underage and believe in rules, you can have slushies. You can have it in blue flavour or blue flavour. I'll even start. [AHEM] Never Have I Ever stolen a car.

[He takes a drink from the wine glass that's suddenly appeared in front of him. Was it always there?]

See? Easy.

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack one another here, it's a free-for all!]]
tallasaking: (Sly)
[personal profile] tallasaking
[The scene is set, as it is usually set, in Tyrion's engineering laboratory aboard the SS First Breath. There are his weapons, some complete, some in stages of being put together. There are his terrariums, that are going strong with their varying greenery. Some are vegetables, others are flowers, some are just odd looking alien plants that Tyrion wanted to see if he could grow.

What Tyrion appears to be working on now, is a Very Fancy Looking Airmask. He is screwing a stronger air-filter into place, as he speaks to the camera.]

I do not suppose ... I could interest some people ... into coming down below with me? I can promise you better equipment than what they are offering, and for much less the going price.

[Mis-match eyes lift up, and he smirks.]

Let's just say I'm interested to know what makes this fog so very special.

[ audio ]

May. 5th, 2018 06:15 pm
signifies: (clark ( 052 ))
[personal profile] signifies
Who: Clark Kent and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva.
When: The week of his arrival.

I don't suppose I could click my heels three times. . . [ Only Clark gets his little joke. ]

I'll keep this brief. My name is Clark - I'm from Kansas.

[ He's been the new guy at work often enough to sound chill about this, but he is feeling a little shaky having woken up here in the middle of his workday. To top it off, not being able to hear his mother's heartbeat is jarring.

There's some stress baking in Clark's future. ]


What do you make of this place? I'm curious to know how it compares to where you come from.
pidge_out: (I WANNA SEE THE SPACE POCKET)
[personal profile] pidge_out
Who: Pidge and ALL OF YOU
Broadcast: Accidentally YES
Action: Yesssss
When: Right Now!

[Video Broadcast]
[The feed is shaky. For a split second this might be concerning, but then there are some snorting giggles while the image comes into focus and reveals... a whiteboard. It's covered in scribbles and notes and papers and magnets and string, and most of the handwriting is fairly neat. If your attention stays on that neater handwriting, you might realize that the things on the board are trying to piece clues together. If you know him, you might even recognize this as being the board in Keith's room on the Huntress.

That's not why the feed is on, though.

Written into the margins of every bit of space not occupied by this apparent search are questions, written in large, bold, black letters that at times go over what was already written. And these questions are not... particularly scholarly. They're mostly things like--

"Do aliens have sex?" "What is Hunk's headband hiding?" "Lance doesn't actually know spanish, Change My Mind" "Who cut Shiro's hair anyway?" "Shut up Lance let me write my Shhit" "Aliens = Birds?" "why does Coran moustAche"]


Okay, look! [Pidge is not at all trying to hold back any laughter. In fact, Pidge seems pretty damn pleased with the scrawled, awful musings that have been left there. Though it does kind of sound like she's not quite talking to the community over the comm. It sounds like Pidge is talking to someone in the same room as her.] Someone's gotta ask the hard questions and I'm the brain here so it's gonna be me, duhhhhh.

[Tap. Tap. It sounds like Pidge is hitting the side of her comm. Because obviously she's just trying to take a picture of her own brilliance.] Nnnthefuck, why's it not working...

[Action: the Huntress] )
wallcrawler: (p3)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: Peter Parker and all you bored Flooters
Broadcast: Audio
Action: At the Iskaulit's arcade! Because look, drifting is kinda boring
When: Today!

[Space travel was still definitely cool, but Pete'd started getting a little restless. So, he'd gone and visited the Iskaulit for a bit and see what he could find to help kill the time. It only took him a little bit of exploration before coming across the arcade, and...well, from the sound of things, that's had some mixed results.]

So, anybody know who to talk to about getting some new games for the arcade? I'm fine with the classics, but Asteroids just feels... weird when you're actually on a space ship playing it.

[Also a little like tempting fate, and no thank you, he is not about to jinx his involuntary space adventure.]

Also? I'm not really sure where the Flootgon trail is, but losing half the party to... space dysentery seems excessive. It's only been ten minutes!

[No he has no idea what any of the weird-sounding diseases in this game are, he can only assume they're more or less analogous to the same ones found in the far more familiar version of this game.

And that frustration soon gives way to an exasperated sigh and some grumbling under his breath, because no, this game's not done.]


...aaand there goes another one. Because of course no one boils any water, just drink it straight from the fever swamp!

[Yes, he's still playing. Because at some point, morbid curiosity just takes over, and you have to wonder just how far your small group of pixelated pioneers can make it before they're all wiped out by poor hygiene and sanitation choices.]

[Action]

Jan. 27th, 2018 01:01 am
wallcrawler: (s14)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: Peter Parker / Peter Parkour Spider-Man
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Multiple flavors! Duotera mostly, but Spidey will also be out making some credits on Philias and Ebrion
When: 1/26 and onward

Various prompts under the cut )
wallcrawler: (p4)
[personal profile] wallcrawler
Who: Peter Parker
Broadcast: [Unintentional] Video
Action: Huntress peeps!
When: Backdated to his arrival on the 1st!

[In keeping with the whole "nobody warned him about any of this" trend that'd been going on, Pete had only been on the Marsiva for a few minutes before being beamed right off it to another ship. So, anyone aboard the Huntress, surprise! There's now a tiny teenager just falling to the deck like somebody'd yanked a chair out from under him. And the Atroma had been nice enough to make sure the network station on the bridge recorded the whole thing. How thoughtful.]

Seriously?! At least warn-

[...and getting his book bag dropped on him. There'd obviously been some oversight, and it was teleported in just in time to conspire with gravity to add injury to insult. Somehow, the tinny fanfare and confetti weren't quite enough to make up for the inconvenience. Maybe give the shoeless kid a hand? It might be just a little mean to leave him there, who knows what else might get beamed in after him. He seems more concerned with rubbing at the back of his head where he'd been attacked by his own school supplies than getting out of the way, after all.]

Okay, officially over space- can I wake up now?
theboogieman: (→ ᴛ ʀ ᴀ ɢ ɪ ᴄ)
[personal profile] theboogieman
Who: Zhas
Broadcast: Open, text default (+1 personal comm message)
Action: None.
When: A day or so after the initial wake-up.

[there's a new text entry on the network!]

10mins hot water.



[and then he uses his personal communitcator a little later...]

Private channel to Nunnally )
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[personal profile] 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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