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Mar. 23rd, 2017 05:27 am
leftonjakku: (☄ stellar wind)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the planet~
When: Thursday morning.

[Water. There is so much water. Rey doesn't quite know what to do with herself as she stands on one of the shores.]

I have never seen so much water. Is it always so blue? [Entering it seems questionable, but when in Rome, right? Not that she knows of Rome or that particular metaphor.] Can anyone give me pointers on how to swim?

[She hasn't actually done that before.]

I think I can figure it out and not drown, but - [She's trying to be cautious. Does she get points for that?]
valiantfire: ({004})
[personal profile] valiantfire
Who: Fingon
Broadcast: Fleetwide by accident!
Action: Planet, around the water temples or further away.
When: Evening.

{Fingon's been quiet for several weeks, needing more time to himself than usual. This evening has him floating peacefully just under the surface, long hair drifting with his long robes, he's clearly unbothered by his seeming-drowned state - though perhaps that's more because he's long figured out that it's normal for this planet!

He just wishes the water didn't occasionally turn a little cold around him, just cold enough to form a few ice crystals on the tips of his pointed ears!}


I wouldn't mind staying here for a while. It's peaceful.

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Feb. 23rd, 2017 09:46 pm
leftonjakku: (☄ scarp)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A, though if you really want to, she's on the Bloodsport.
When: Thursday night.

What's your experience with relationships? Do you take them seriously or are they just for fun? What about sexintimacy?

I've never really had anyone to talk to about these things. I'm nineteen and I feel like I should know more than I do.


[Why can't she make this private? Her face is burning and she rolls onto her side to hide her face against her pillows for a moment.]

I don't think watching desert animals courting and mating prepares me for anything.

[And she really doesn't like being ill-informed.]
helladoomed: (I see you lookin'.)
[personal profile] helladoomed
Who: Chloe Price and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Tourist
When: Around the 12th.

Text Broadcast:

Wanted: Single person for valentine's day.
Requirements: Don't be a little kid, don't be really old, don't be a stick in the mud. Don't mind cigarettes. Don't be a prude.

Details: So I am not sitting alone in my fucking cabin on valentine's day. Or third wheeling it with one of the 'so happy couples' everyone I know seems to have turned into lately.

Rented a pretty nice cabin down on the ringworld because FUCK YES RINGWORLD. Ever notice that even after a year in space there's still shit that can surprise you? I mean, damn, a Ringworld.

Anyway.

Let's see. I'll cook, there'll be booze, a view, place has a lake. Maybe go swimming? Heard of worse things to do on valentine's day.

If we hit it off you'll probably get laid so. Yeah. Date with benefits. Happy endings all around.

Come one, come all. Applications start below.


[Action for the Tourist]

[After her funk over the last few weeks, Chloe has seemed a bit more...up, recently? At least, she's not sitting in her cabin or the lab all day anymore. She's been cooking again, singing along with her music again, just...getting back to normal. Maybe she's feeling better?]

[Or maybe it's a glitch, of course, since she's also way more talkative when people are around. But even if it was, it's better than all the moping and pity-party stuff, yes? She can be found all over the ship really, cooking, working, sometimes exercising..]
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: You!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: The Rew System
When: Month of February



[ After a week of traveling and glitches, the Marsiva finally pulls into its newest destination. It seems they've wandered out of human space for now, and into a system dominated by the Co'kal. Luckily, there's still lots for people to do and see, when they aren't dealing with even more glitches, that is.

In other words, it's a mingle!

> Rew System Information ]

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Jan. 27th, 2017 08:12 pm
leftonjakku: (☄ sprite)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport.
When: Friday - late at night when good souls should be sleeping.

[She doesn't know when it began or what started it. Oh she has dealt with glitches before - she was a child for a few weeks - but this one is so different! It can't be a glitch, right? She has never had so much energy in her life!]

I don't think I've ever gotten so much done in a few hours! I wonder what was stopping me before? I don't even feel like I need to sleep!

[Whoa, Rey, slow down. How many cups of coffee have you had?]

I'm tired of being cooped up, though. Would anyone like to take a shuttle with me to Iskaulit or one of the other ships? I know the Bloodsport needs a lot of repairs and I've finished some minor ones, but I need move more.

[She is already pacing, stray strands of hair falling from her customary buns to touch her face.]
thespaceopera: (red alert)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[The First Battle]

[They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.

The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.

If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.

Spare parts have to come from somewhere.

Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]



[A Few Hours Later]

[The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…

The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.

They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.

Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.

The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.

Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]


[Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]

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Dec. 18th, 2016 08:02 am
leftonjakku: (☄ star)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey
Broadcast: Fleetwide (except for private parts).
Action: For Hotel Corona.
When: Sunday.

[Rey is flushed with delight, laughing as she narrowly avoids being hit in her Zero-G Kart.]

More people need to try these out! [They might be tricky to operate, but she likes the challenge.] Just try to hit me! You won't come close.

[Her grin isn't cocky, exactly, but it is as close as she can manage. She wants to be a convincing target!]

Is anyone else working at the hotel? I've picked up a job with security and the hours aren't bad.

[Private to Hux.]

Have you checked out the hotel?

[/]

[Private to Fingon.]

I think you would really love the Nebula Viewing. The stars are important to your people, aren't they? I would like to take you up if you're interested?

[/]
diplomacme: (tpm 001 ★ talking)
[personal profile] diplomacme
Who: padmé amidala naberrie & you!
Broadcast: text
Action: everywhere!
When: right now

action


[ Padmé isn't sure when the smooth lines of the Queen's transport turned into the sharp utilitarian lines of an unfamiliar ship. She's dressed in an orange robe with the hood pulled forward to hide her face as much as possible. Padmé is trying to blend in, but without the other handmaidens, she sticks out. She forces herself to remember to be a handmaiden-- quiet and unobtrusive. In reality, she wants to stomp right up to the pirate captain (for surely this must be a pirate's doing-- they would be foolish enough to try to capture her ship).

She needs to find Sabé-- Amidala at the moment-- and ensure that she is safe. And, if needed, guide her through negotiations. Finding the Jedi master and his padawan is another priority. To that end, she'll be jumping from ship to ship as she can.

Padmé can be found in the cargo bay, assessing the surprisingly easy-to-access shuttles. She'll need an out if things go south and negotiations fail. She'll also poke around in the crew quarters, quietly and carefully opening any closed doors-- locked doors are especially suspicious but she won't be able to open them.

If she happens to open the door with someone in the room, she'll apologize to them in a quiet tone: ]
I apologize, I was not aware anyone was in here. Please excuse me.

[ Eventually she'll find her way to the Iskaulit. Padmé has no experience with pirates but, given what she saw on Tatooine, they're not usually this thoughtful about their captives' well-being. The ships seem to have all of the necessities for each member of the crew and the Iskaulit has everything from a garden to an interfaith center.

But if it's not pirates, what is it?

As a last resort, she sends a message through the network: ]


text


Does anyone know our destination? I would like to know how warmly to dress. My former destination only required formal robes.

[ There. A carefully-coded message to Sabé and the others cased in a real question that could help her. All of those lessons in caution and patience are paying off.

Even if she still wants to scream-- she has an entire planet's worth of people who are relying on her and she's already wasted too much time! ]


(I grabbed her from the time between leaving Tatooine and arriving on Coruscant, so she'll be a little impatient, what with her people's safety hanging in the balance.)
notzubats: Sora extra concerned (rats)
[personal profile] notzubats
Who: Anyone on the Iskaulit!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Today, as Sora's augment glitch starts.

[It's your average day on the Iskaulit. Absolutely nothing seems out of place initially, but without any warning- you might find yourself or your friends experiencing some problems. What's up on that?

In other words, it's an Iskaulit mingle with a twist! Come on in everyone! You don't need to interact with Sora to have it effect you, so feel free to start your own threadstarter! Or talk to Sora, that's cool too. ]
courageinlaughter: (Glaaaaaare...)
[personal profile] courageinlaughter
Who: Pinkie Pie and anyone else at various levels of DONE with the Atroma.
Broadcast: Heck yes! Spread ALL the salt!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Post-shuffle

[This is the fourth time in the last five shuffles that Pinkie's lost crew mates. Qing, Robin, Poe, and now Finn were gone home, and there was no way to tell if they'd ever come back or if they'd keep any memory of this place and the people they'd met, the friendships and relationships they've made, the adventures they've had. Whether they'd remember her ever again. Whether she'd forget all this too when she went back home.

After this fourth stab in the heart, though, there was less raw pain and more anger. WAY more anger. Mostly at the stupid Atroma and their stupid fake-smiley-ness and their not letting people remember things or even say GOODBYE! So it's time for some revenge, Pinkie Pie Style.]


I'm throwing a party for anybody that's lost somebody in these shuffle things, even if they've been gone for a while. Or anybody who doesn't like the Atroma. Or just needs a good time. It's on the Iskaulit, FAR AWAY from the Marsiva's party room. I'm a little low on actual not-gel snacks at the moment, but I've got plenty of salt, and you can bring your own snacks and stuff if you want.

[It won't be Pinkie's usual extravaganzas, but there's some out-of-the-way music, card-making supplies, and some candles to set up a memorial alter. There's also a line of snack tables, with lots of room for contributions. Pinkie's own fare is honor of her absent crew mates: veggie pot stickers for Qing, coffee for Robin, nachos slathered with a BURNING hot sauce for Poe, and bright blue melon-flavored milkshakes for Finn. And yes, there's actually salt formed into a huge block, as well as shakers for adding salt to your drink. Because ponies.]
valiantfire: ({005})
[personal profile] valiantfire
Who: Fingon, OPEN aside from certain prompts.
Broadcast: Fleetwide for one prompt, N/A for the rest.
Action: Huntress and Iskaliut.
When: Throughout this week.

Open: Huntress' Kitchen, accidental broadcast available.
For a couple weeks Fingon had a strange feeling that something was different, but as he hadn't figured out what it was, he'd done his best to ignore it and go about his business, cooking, sewing, visiting with family and new friends. It started with a wish that he had fresh water to work with in his cooking, and suddenly he stared down at his hands, filling with cold water. He jumped back with a gasp and numbly watched the water splash to the floor as he kept backing away, memories of harsh ice threatening to drag him down.

{ooc: Anyone who comes to the kitchen for this will find Fingon huddled in a corner, shivering. :3}


Open: Fingon's room.
Even when Fingon wasn't out and about, he tended to keep the door of his room open for visitors to just peek their head in and say hello. The only times he would close it were when he planned to sing or play the stringed instrument his cousin Maglor had helped him get, to avoid disturbing anyone trying to rest.


Closed: Finwë.
Fingon's grandfather would always be a source of comfort, warmth, and love, and he was extremely grateful to have him near. He often came by just to visit, generally bringing some new project with him to work and show for approval and any suggestions for adjustments. He knocked on his grandfather's door, rocking back and forth on his heels as he hummed a soft little tune. "Grandfather? It's Findekáno, may I enter?"

He liked just being another grandson. Just being himself.


Open: Iskaliut: Various locations.
When he wasn't on his assigned ship, Fingon liked exploring the Iskaliut. The garden was a breath of fresher air, easier to rest in than the planet that threatened to keep all Elves there. He also loved sampling the various food stuffs on offer, nibbling on the sweets in particular and trading recipes with anyone willing.

But also the Elf liked finding a seat by a viewport and just looking out at the stars, content to enjoy the quiet before he'd return to his current home.

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Nov. 15th, 2016 05:01 am
leftonjakku: (☄ altitude)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey and Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On S.S. Bloodsport.
When: Tuesday morning.

I'm not sure how to ask this... [But she needs to otherwise she is going to spend ages flying shuttles around the fleet.] How many people from my...universe?...are present? It's not as easy as I thought it would be to keep in contact and I've been working on schematics...

[Well that explains the ink wiped carelessly on one of her cheeks.]

I have this feeling; I can't explain it.

It's almost like something has gone silent when it had been...loud.
helluva_pilot: (Default)
[personal profile] helluva_pilot
Who: Poe
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: The planet
When:Current

[Poe hanging out in the cockpit of one of the shuttles, looking relaxed and happy. He's in his element.]

Anyone interested in checking out the wreck: I've been working on getting a visual aerial map going and I can transport people and equipment by shuttle. Of course... can't really land at it, but if you're up for an airdrop or a long rappel down, I can get you there. And pick you up later if you're not scared of heights.

Any other pilots, I can send over my notes. Just... don't try this at home.

[And good to his word, he'll give anyone a ride or carry their equipment for them. Or pick people up. You might even see him at the site itself now and then, but he's more interested in facilitating the explorers than poking around too much himself.]

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Oct. 17th, 2016 08:24 pm
leftonjakku: (☄ axis)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey and Open~
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Yes on S.S. Bloodsport & Planet.
When: Monday night.

I'm back to myself. [Meaning she is the right age again, but she has definitely been changed by the experience.] Thank you to everyone who was kind to me and ArmiGeneral Hux. It's weird to think that's -

I'm going to Scavenge on the planet. I guess old habits are hard to break.


[Action on Bloodsport & Planet.]

[Rey isn't herself. Usually she is bright and energetic, however lately - since returning to her real age - she is...pensive. Down. There are also some strange toys and drawings in her room, tucked away safely. If you care to cheer her up, please do!

On the planet, she is, at least, in her element. She jumps on the ship ruins as if she doesn't believe in gravity or accidentally falling. Care to watch? Care to join in? If you choose the latter, you better keep up!]
valiantfire: ({091})
[personal profile] valiantfire
Who: Fingon, OPEN.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: October 20th.

{The kitchen on the Huntress will have tasty smells coming from it once again as one of the resident Elves is hard at work adding fresh vegetables to a stew with a soft song on his lips. Fingon notices, this time, that he's being watched, and turns a warm, bright smile.}

I hope no one has suffered from excursions on the planet too badly. If anyone needs a warm meal, you are welcome to come here - or ask and I will go to you.


Closed to Hux:
{He smiles gently when he sends a closed message to Hux.}

I hope you are well. I brought some fresh food from the planet, if you are interested in a meal. Come to the Huntress, if you will, or I can bring it to you. {Ulterior motive? Nah.

Maybe a small one.}
ranoutofluck: so right (finally feeling free and it feels)
[personal profile] ranoutofluck
Who: Han Solo and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: the Golden and the planet
When: the 17th

[text]

that was fun. [No, it wasn't, Han's not slept so long in a long, long time. He's more than a little bit unhappy about it.] did I miss anything while I was out? besides stopping over at a planet for a while, anyway.

speaking of which, anything on there?


[action]

[Han can be found walking around SS Golden stretching his legs after a long time spent asleep in his cabin and occasionally talking to his crewmates and asking after what they've been up to since he fell asleep. He seems a little put out about having missed plenty while he was unconscious, which is--honestly not much of a change in his demeanor, he's always cranky over something.

He can also be found on the planet, hiking out to the massive ruins either by himself or with company. Hell, you might even want to keep him company, even just for a night--he's packed enough food and water for a few days of camping, along with gear for taking whatever he can lift off the hulk and sell off for a few credits, and he's willing enough to share what he's packed with somebody else.]

{Closed}

Oct. 9th, 2016 10:20 pm
valiantfire: ({091})
[personal profile] valiantfire
Who: Fingon, Hux, and Rey.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: S.S. Bloodsport
When: October 9th.

CAKE )

[Closed]

Oct. 9th, 2016 08:52 pm
leftonjakku: (☄ [child] affection)
[personal profile] leftonjakku
Who: Rey and HuxArmitage!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Yes on S.S. Bloodsport.
When: Sunday evening.

[She has a friend. A friend! Rey's excitement hasn't diminished over that fact and her footsteps are quick as she hurries back to her room where her new friend is waiting.]

Armi, I got you a snack! [They have made a nice little space on the floor for themselves. On one side, there are paper and pens for drawing; on the other, there are toys. Rey has made as many models of ships as she can remember from this and that lying around the Bloodsport. Armitage has done the same and that deserves a nice snack!]

How is your ship coming along? [She sits by him, crossing her legs and sipping on some water.]
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.]

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