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Who: Lloyd Irving
Broadcast: Open
Action: Only the Marsiva
When: Backdated to 11/4

[ ok so the beginning of (actually, the entirety of) the feed is probably going to be the most confusing thing ever: all it consists of is the device being repeatedly flipped over in any and every possible direction. while its focus continues to be butchered, you could probably see flashes of brown and red before it finally settles on the image of a wide-eyed teenager with spiky hair.

never mind that the image is upside down. ]

Huh. It looks kinda like those computers the Desians had. How'd they make it so small?

[ he continues to fiddle with it, trying to figure out how it works - he even cuts the feed off and on at some point - before his excitement and childlike wonder dies down and he gives up on it, opting to look out the window of the Marsiva. the only issue with that is he forgot to turn off the feed, and he opted to stay quiet for a bit. ]

I never thought I'd be back up here like this. It doesn't feel like it did back on Welgaia, either-- seeing all the stars this close is actually pretty awesome now! [ yeah that childlike wonder just came back. he pauses for a bit before letting out a sigh. ]

Man, if only the others could see this... I wonder if--

...

...

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...How do I turn this thing off?

[ yep. he sure did ask that. ]

ladiesss

Who: Krista Kingsley
Broadcast: Open!
Action: Marsiva only.
When: Space time. Who knows.

[so the video turns on to show an... annoyed-looking teenage girl. long, black hair. lots of eyeshadow. she clears her throat, but that does absolutely nothing to stop her from talking in a quiet whisper the whole time. at least she seems to know how to talk to a camera.]

Okay, so. Uh. Hi.

I assume there's a bunch of people on the other end of this? Otherwise I'm going to look stupid talking to a screen, but... Whatever. I'm in space. I know guys back home that would kill for the chance to be kidnapped and held for entertainment on a creepy space station. I'm... Wait, hang on, let me see if I care.

[she looks elsewhere for a moment, lips pressing into a thin line, before...]

Nope. I don't care. Almost did, for a minute, and then I remembered how much this sucks.

[she gestures... vaguely.] Okay, so this is turning into a pretty bad introduction, but I guess I just wanted to say, uh, hello, I'm Krista, and I'd love to talk to someone... about... how we're all stuck here up in space? Unless there's something way better to talk about. I don't know. Whatever. I'm really bad at this.

[of course, anyone who is on the Marsiva is welcome to find her! she's just standing around one of the network panels, looking annoyed, maybe a little nervous. kind of fidgety.]

limitstorm

Who: Riku
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Down on the planet.
When: 31st; forward-dating!

[ riku has made himself quite scarce in the past few days. he says it's about crowds, it's about the natives being too welcoming. he finds it weird; good treatment is a rarity in his book, but so are actual people. but today, he's actually ventured out past the few tiny shops near the ships. hooded and walking slow, you may note that he's trying not to be noticed again, but there's not much to say in how he looks around a lot, constantly surveying his surroundings.

he's more or less a proverbial wallflower as he stands back, watching everyone have fun and dance with the locals. well, whoever is willing to. it's not really halloween, there's no chocolate, there's no kids running around in costumes, but... he supposes people are finding it fun, and that's what matters. ... he thinks.

the skulls are a little creepy, though. ]

I guess this is a happy birthday? [ admittedly, he sounds a tad amused. ] Maybe I could go a year without chocolate.

[ a pause; ] Or I guess I could try alcohol...? Wonder if they've got an interplanetary age law here...

[ creep creep creeping on over to a nearby bar... ]

aberrant_type

Who: captains and party crashers!
Broadcast: nup
Action: yes; tonight in the local dive Hange mentioned earlier. Get drunk! Play drunk games! Get to know each other! Mingle!
When: October 27th; late :}

[The bar Hange picked out is about typical for the planet: a little small, although big enough for the turnout Hange more or less expects, and clean albeit a little dingy and stained around the edges. At very least, all the stains have been scrubbed at thoroughly at some point in their history, and only the most stubborn and enterprising remain.

Stubborn and enterprising like the crew the bar will now entertain!

Captains, make your parent threads and tag around. Party crashers are also welcome.]

aberrant_type

Who: Zoe Hange
Broadcast: video
Action: not in this part; see the link below
When: October 27th, midday and later tonight

[Hange appears to be chilling in front of her communicator in much the same posture she assumed for her previous broadcast. She looks relaxed! She looks friendly! She's smiling as she talks!]

My fellow captains! I'd love to be hailing each of you individually, but I'm not sure I'd get everyone, so a public address will have to do.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Captain Zoe Hange of the SS Red Fish, and I'm interested in getting to know all of you a little better! It's up in the air right now whether our posts as captains are actually truly meaningful or not, but in the event that we're called upon to be true authority figures one of these days, I think we should know a little more about each other, don't you? To that end, let's have a little party! Formal dress not required, just bring yourself and maybe pick up a little of that free booze to smooth over introductions, because personally I hate making small talk while I'm one hundred percent sober. [And then she laughs.]

Let's make friends and get to know each other. If the crowd scares you off, there's no shame in bowing out early either.

[And a wink!] Sorry to our regular crew members! I hope you don't feel left out. Eat, drink and enjoy yourselves without us, hm?

[Insert verbal directions here to a local bar she figures will be spacious enough for the lot of them, not that she figures they have so many captains to worry about fitting. She uses plenty of landmarks, hoping it'll be easy to find for all captains who want to attend OuO]

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[The party log is here. Start your action tagging there!]

siegel

Who: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, & errbody.
Broadcast: fleet-wide, video
Action: marsiva funtimes
When: oct. 22, night (lil backdated)

( video )
[ The feed starts off as video first, before switching through the various modes of voice, text, and quickly skimming through the archives. Sooner or later, he flips it back to video. Figuring it'd be best to switch and leave the mode as is, the last thing he wanted was to be accused of poking through things he wasn't supposed to. ]

The feed seems to play on other stations like this one. Saves in the archives as it runs, too. Think our boss has something to do with this?

[ Sliding off his old guard mask, he tilts his head towards someone off screen. Though their voice is caught easily enough. ]

Hard to say. Someone obviously is responsible for this. [ Her voice is strained and ends on a huff, while she zips the suit up as high as it can go, giving it an extra tug even though it is at its limits. ] Regardless, we should stay on our toes.

Well, I don't think we're gonna start connecting the dots on our own anytime soon. So might as well ask... [ At least there seemed to be somewhat helpful replies on the announcements he'd sifted through. With that, he crosses his arms and after a minute or so of shifting and leaning on the edge of the desk; he asks: ] Anyone out there mind filling us in on all this?

[ Not questioning why he knows vague ideas of space and space travel all of a sudden, either. ]

( action )
[ To anyone still milling about the Marsiva, two middle aged teenagers are currently standing around the comms station a little after their broadcast. With the beefy looking guy in a pink yukata a few sizes too small and the lady beefcake in a gaudy blue catsuit. They're digging out a bunch of small post-its with a few scrawled on napkins from their pockets or folds, with the former sliding his old fox mask to the side of his head as he goes over their loot pile.

Eventually they move onto the communicators, things they're more familiar with than dealing with patron spirits or bathhouse customers of Koriko. Exchanging their frequency numbers and sending texts to test out the connection. And, occasionally, leaning over each others shoulders to try out a number of different emoticons before simmering down. Although the awful late night TV shows pull their attention from time to time. Interesting. ]

mortalcoil

Who: The new weirdo on the Marsiva
Broadcast: Network-- fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marisva!
When: Oct. 22, nighttime

→ [network - audio, then video, and then text]

[at first, there's just the sound of someone fiddling with the buttons on some network station. technology is difficult, okay.

then, the camera turns on, and everyone watching will be treated to the sight of a raggedy, scarred-up teenager blinking in surprise at the screen. or... maybe it's not technically considered blinking, because he only has one eye.

he frowns hard when he realizes that he's turned the video on. that's not what he was aiming for. a second later, the video cuts off... and several seconds after that, a text transmission is sent out.]

hello.

→ [action - aboard the Marsiva]

[for anyone awake this late on the Marsiva--or awoken by the sound of someone angrily messing around with the buttons at a nearby network station--they can find this guy failing at technology.

I'm sure he's very friendly. you should say hi.]

onlyanapple

Who: Crowley and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleet-wide; video
Action: Planet and Pathstone
When: 22nd

ACTION;

[Those visiting the planet today might notice Crowley happily helping himself to the free alcohol on offer. He doesn't get involved in the festivities1 instead just grabbing crates upon crates of booze, happily taking them towards the waiting Pathstone. Occasionally, he will stop to get himself some terrible food, or watch people wandering by.

Those aboard the Pathstone will have the delights of Crowley trying to get his crates into various nooks and crannies of his communications station. He still avoids the cargo hold, just in case Tek has stored more dead bodies down there.

Eventually, he notices his captain's bunk is missing, which he cannot allow. The nice bed is the one and only decent thing about the crappy job that has been thrust upon him.]

Who the sodding hell has nicked my bed?!!

NETWORK;

[Crowley finally deigns to post to the network himself from his comms station, occasionaly flicking switches to listen to random BEE-BOP noises. Why? He has his reasons. Reasons that may or may not involve an attempt to put annoying flash games on the system at some point in the future.]

'Lo people, Crowley here, unfortunate Captain of the SS Dysfunction. Sorry, Pathstone. Wondering if anyone else got one of these.

[He holds the weird red stone one of the happy inhabitants had given him.]

Because I don't know about you, but I've gained a healthy distrust of possibly magical objects, and I'd like to know if one of these had blown up on anyone, or turned someone into a slug or something. [A considerate pause.] No one's started worshipping them, have they? Because that doesn't end well.

1.- Even in space, he could only dance like all demons from his world could dance. Which is to say the sort of dancing he wasn't evil enough to inflict on other people's retinas.

birdsbirdsbirds

Who: ANYONE!
Broadcast: ANYTHING!
Action: Probably either on or around the October planet!
When: Within the first couple of days that the planet shows up.

[holy shit you guys there is a planet, like, an actual planet now. what are you gonna do? get out and look? marvel at the locals? search for aliens? stand around your ship and questioning every life choice you've made up until this point? hang around in orbit because planets are for squares?

this is mostly for early stuff, so please feel free to make your own posts in the next couple of weeks with more planet (or station, or ship!) shenanigans.]

carreau

Who: you! me! everyone! it's like a really big party!
Broadcast: if you want!
Action: see above!
When: right now!!!

[ So the weekly shuffle has happened. We got new captains, people who have mysteriously disappeared-- I mean, who have never existed, and new people aboard the ships. That's exciting! Wow! ]

[ New people, get acquainted with your ships? Press all the buttons? Introduce yourself like a polite individual? Old people, keep aging? Welcome them with open arms and confetti? Punch the person who just opened the door while you were in the shower??? ]

[ Who knows! It's a mingle post! Don't ask me!]

[ (But seriously, how bout those people who never existed, huh.) ]

sugoooi

Who: Sam & anyone!!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, video
Action: Marsiva
When: Oct 16th

[ You know that moment when you go to bed like normal in your own nice, comfy bed but wake up somewhere completely different? And don't notice at first when you swing your feet over the end of what should have been your bed? And you stand up and hit your head because that's a bunk and not your room?

That is the sort of moment Sam's having today when the network picks up and starts recording his glorious intro to Space TV. ]

--Ow! Wh...??? [ Both hands fly up to hold his forehead as he winds up on his back staring up at the top bunk above hove him not quite. Sure what he's looking at here. So he just blinks a few times before much more slowly trying that sitting & standing-up thing. All the while looking at the bunk like it's some STRANGE ALIEN THING.

The rest of the room gets the same look when he notices it and he balks, looking this way and that quickly. ]

...Mom?? [ IS THIS YOUR DOING no really what's going on here... This isn't his bedroom. Or any room he has ever seen before. ] ...Anyone? Hello?

[ Everyone else gets to arrive in their fancy swag clothes. Sam arrives in his jammie shirt and boxers. Not exactly the most graceful arrival. ]

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