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    de Montrève


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  • Syeira
  • Tadashi Hamada
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  • redactions: ([ ca: tfa ] 19.)
    [personal profile] redactions
    Who: Jim Barnes
    Broadcast: Fleetwide audio.
    Action: On the moon.
    When: Sept. 20th.

    Good morning. This is Captain James Barnes. By now we've assessed the damage to the ships — seems like it only slowed us down some, and whoever the enemy was they don't seem to have followed us. That's not why I'm here.

    [ a half-beat of pause, then, ]

    We can't guarantee there'll always be shields or weapons aboard our ships at any given time. That doesn't mean we can't work out a system to make sure we're covering for each other in a fight. If we can form groups of two or three ships, at least one with weapons, and coordinate a few flying formations, we stand a much better chance.

    As for communications, if they're taken offline like that again we are going to need a solution. We used manual signalling in my War; I'm open to options that don't have us scrambling blind during a crisis like that.

    [ a beat ]

    We got lucky, this time. We might not be again.

    Barnes out.


    action )
    geonomy: (☆ dreaming about what we could be)
    [personal profile] geonomy
    Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
    Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
    Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
    When: Mid-September - Mid-October

    [How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

    In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

    [September Planet info here]
    evildetector: (ωєℓℓ ι ∂σи'т мιи∂ тнαт)
    [personal profile] evildetector
    Who: Stiles Stilinski & everyone!
    Broadcast: Fleetwide.
    Action: SS Starstruck
    When: Now!

    so we're supposed to be on some reality show, right?
    you think there's a chance that the folks back home are actually tuning in to this?
    i mean, the answer is a resounding "definitely no," but i mean, i figure it can't hurt.
    scott, dude, if you're reading this: i'm sorry. like, really sorry. we should talk.

    also i kind of wonder if this was what having a livejournal was like.
    pretty sure this is what having a livejournal was like.
    (shut up, i'm a teenager, being vague and dramatic is my right.)


    [ and then, video, filtered just to katniss: ]

    Hey. You busy?
    forsometimenow: (shy)
    [personal profile] forsometimenow
    Who: Jennifer Keller and you
    Broadcast: Fleetwide
    Action: N/A unless you really want to
    When: September 10th

    [Jennifer smiles shyly as she addresses the Fleet; leadership and interacting with people on a broad scale was something she'd grown into on Atlantis, but upon arriving on the Drift Fleet, she'd drawn back into her shell a lot. It was a defense mechanism, given that nobody was familiar here, and she wasn't in the position of leading an entire department as she had been back home.

    But she was starting to get tired of hiding, too, and knew she had valuable skills to offer others. So, here she was.]


    I see we've had a lot of new faces around here lately. I'd like to introduce myself- I'm Dr. Jennifer Keller of the Wonderduck, and my ship's medbay is always open for people who need it. And in that vein, I've decided I'm going to be offering some first aid lessons. I feel like it would be a big plus for people to learn, so in case there's another crisis, they can take care of themselves if need be- or at least put themselves together well enough for a trained medic to finish it up.

    So please- if you're interested in learning, just let me know.
    peacockherald: (Straight (Substitute Image))
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    Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
    Broadcast: Yes
    Action: S.S. Starstruck
    When: Now

    [ The feed pops open to show Vanyel, his hair pulled back in a loose queue that falls over one shoulder. It's like he tried his best to look good for this broadcast, but that surely was not it at all. He didn't even bother to dye out that gray streak running from his temple back into the rest of his hair. In his arms he is cradling a guitar in his arms, fingers idly plucking, soft little twangs underscoring his words when he speaks. ]

    Good day - evening, perhaps? It is so hard to tell on the ships. 

    I was wondering, as we travel to our new destination, if any one would wish to share the music of their home worlds with me? Music has always been a passion of mine, and I feel that the music of a world tells a much deeper story than simply words. I would appreciate, and be honored, to hear yours. 

    [ For those who are aboard the Starstruck, he is sitting in what counts as his room, strumming the guitar though the tune itself is something that is more at home in a medieval king's court than it is aboard a sleek spaceship - or even on a guitar. He will gladly receive any visitors who wish to stop by. ]

    killedwithlove: (Default)
    [personal profile] killedwithlove
    Who: Cole and anyone who isn't fast enough to get away
    Broadcast: n/a
    Action: Any ship, though he won't venture onto the Three Twins or Tourist still. He will park next to them, now!
    When: First half of the month?


    [Cole does this thing. He does this thing where he goes everywhere and sticks his large nose into everything and meets people. He hasn't done it for a while, so clearly, it's time again.

    The Pathstone comes in next to a ship, docks and then they spend a while there. There's no pattern to which ship it is. But he'll bring them around to your ship eventually.]
    thatwhichyields: (♛ Neutral)
    [personal profile] thatwhichyields
    Who: Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève and the crew of the Tourist
    Broadcast: Crew of the Tourist
    Action: Anyone who shows up!
    When: Now


    [Oh hey, look! A mingle thread!

    Phedre is inviting her ship mates to dinner, but anyone can probably stop by!

    Do the thing! Win the points!]




    [Sent out as a note to the crew of the Tourist]

    I have been here some small time, but I believe we would all be more happy for a better acquaintance. I would like invite you to a meal tonight.

    Yours,
    Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève
    thatwhichyields: (Do the thing)
    [personal profile] thatwhichyields
    Who: Phedre and you!
    Broadcast: Yes! All of it.
    Action: Marsiva! At any point :)
    When: Soon. Now? Now. July 25

    [She had woken, shivering and alone. Her first though had been of Skaldia, and her second had been of Joscelin. But this was not winter, only a chill to her marrow, and Joscelin was nowhere to be seen.

    Alone, then. Alone and lost. A more familiar occurrence than she liked.The first thing to do was try and learn about where she was. Phedre made a swift and quiet exploration of her surroundings, taking the complete unfamiliarity of her circumstances into perspective.

    When she realized her strange communication device is casting, Phedre allowed herself a deep breath followed by a slow exhale. This contraption (that she inexplicably knows how to use) took minimal investigation as she decided exactly what shes going to do with this information.

    Phedre was accustomed to writing her correspondence, and generally addressed a particular individual. Attempting the same on a larger scale was more daunting than she would have expected.]


    Good evening.

    [She hesitates, uncertain of how to proceed or even if that was the correct greeting. Was it evening? How did one tell with no sun to designate the passing of time? Or was it too many suns?]

    Please allow me to apologize for my intrusion, but due to the nature of my situation I found it to be the best option available to me. I wish to inquire into our current circumstances, primarily that of the apparent lack of assistance upon the… Marsiva?

    [The lilt she places on the end of that question is meant both for the name of the ship and for the question itself. She had already explored the many crevasses she could insert herself into, but the lack of people... So very much of her knowledge was often gathered through humanity. Such blankness told her little, beyond that this place was completely outside of her realm of understanding.]

    Anything you could tell me would be greatly appreciated.

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