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Who: Sam Wilson (AU)
Broadcast: yup!
Action: aboard the Bishop
When: before the Hessia-Helix system, during the drift

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Bucky - the one from Panem - he's in a coma. Has been for a while. He's in my room on the Bishop if anyone wants to visit him.

[ Like he doesn't exactly how long it's been, like he hasn't been counting each day as it goes by. Pretending it just now occurred to him that there's people who might want to know that is a hell of a lot better than admitting he's barely left his room out of paranoia that something might happen to Bucky while he's gone.

Or that it's only just now that he's calmed himself down enough that he thinks he's okay to actually invite other people to come in. ]

[ ACTION ]

[ And his door is actually open for a little while after this message, if anyone wants to stop by. Sam himself is restless, edgy, but he mostly doesn't look like he's ready to stab someone for moving wrong. ]

unbearablynaive

Who: The Vision
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Caprine
When: At the Shuffle, evening of the 20th

[He doesn't appear immediately on the Caprine, of course. First he's rudely deposited onto the hospitality deck of the Marsiva, but although he grasps the reality of the situation quickly enough it takes some time to process it all - the uncovered memories of his time here, the juxtaposition of his new situation with the events at home, and then a crushing disappointment as he scans over his newly-acquired communicator and realizes he can't put in a transfer to the Windrose, because his ship doesn't seem to exist anymore.

So that's how it's going to be.

He figures it won't be long before he's assigned to a new ship, and sure enough he's popped over to the Caprine in all his maroon-skinned android glory. He shakes the confetti off and pulls up a video broadcast.]

Good evening, members of the Fleet. I am the Vision, recently of twenty-first century Earth and one of the Avengers, if that means anything to anyone. [Yes, he's still technically an Avenger, even if he's been a bit AWOL lately.] If there's anyone here who knows me, I'd like very much to know that you're here, and please don't hesitate to ask me if you'd like anything from me. I seem to be on the Caprine this time around.

[And then he looks a little wistful.

Does anyone know how long it's been since I was here last? It's been two years for me subjectively, but I'm aware that often has little to do with time passing in the Fleet. I was on the Windrose. [Captain of it, in fact.]

Thank you.

tough_love

Who: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Video
Action: Ooooh definitely, though only for those already aboard the Bishop. Because it's only a matter of time before Looma's new friend goes exploring to wreak havoc everywhere else.
When: Mid-Afternoon 7/13

[For once Looma's making a broadcast where she doesn't seem to be causing any trouble. That's probably a welcome to relief to somebody out there, right? No, if anything, she seems to be in a pretty laid back mood, albeit a little winded. She's taken a seat in the cargo hold, propped up against the hull, with a four-lensed mask from the planet sitting down on a table next to her.]

I do not encourage any journeys far into the unknown, at least not until someone can do something about this mist... but there are curious spoils to claim. Things that should not be here.

[And just to emphasize that point, there's a commotion and a clatter from off camera, though Looma doesn't appear too concerned with it. She turns her head to check on it, but at least it doesn't appear to be any cause for alarm. But then there's a strange...bleating, trilling sort of sound. It's surely coming from a living creature of some sort, since there is a faint raspiness to it, but...well, it sounds like a very small engine trying to turnover on a low battery mixed with some sort of squeaky, high-pitched attempt at a roar.]

Like creatures from home.

[And since whatever it is seems determined to continue making a tiny racket, Looma turns the camera around to show just what sort of tiny terror is rampaging around the cargo hold. And it's unmistakably something from her homeworld. Or, a much smaller, much younger version of it. The horns are much smaller and clearly new, resembling bony lumps more than anything else, and the armored frills on its head still have plenty of growing to do as well. All told it's barely any larger than a six month old piglet, though it's definitely bulkier.

And more temperamental. It doesn't seem to notice it's being filmed and lets out a few more tiny roars, bouncing its front legs off the deck in its best effort to be intimidating. All before half-charging, half-hopping at some salvage on the deck to smash its head into it and show it what for! And, well, subsequently stumble back a bit and try to shake off the dizziness that results. It deserves points for effort, at least.]

I am aware it is human custom to give names to your creature companions. But it is also not something I have experience with- I am open to suggestions.

[And frankly, she'd been in the mist long enough that even with proper protection, she'd come out of it pretty badly fatigued, so it's not like she planned on going anywhere for a while. She'd need something to pass the time, why not see how others deal with encountering a little slice of home?]

tough_love

Who: Bishop crew and visitors why would you visit these people
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Aboard the S.S. Bishop!
When: Throughout the month!

[Warning: Prolonged exposure may cause hearing loss, anxiety, and/or elevated stress levels.]

postocular

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

angelofthevored

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: N/A
When: Right Now

[Castiel perhaps looks a touch more severe than usual.]

Are any of you capable of surviving the vacuum of space?

[ For those participating, please see here ]

actually112

Who: Aang and YOU
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: During the drift

[Aang has spent the last three weeks or so on 24/7 alert, hiding out in the desert and then hiding out in the trees and air ducts of the Iskaulit, waiting for some catastrophe that hasn't happened. It's driving him nuts. Is that what the Capitol is trying to do? Make him go crazy from paranoia?

Well, he knows the Capitol. He knows how to provoke them. If he does something really crazy, they'll retaliate, and at least he won't have to put up with this tension anymore. If there's no retaliation, then maybe, just maybe, the Capitol isn't as involved in this as he thinks.

He picks a lovely spot on the Iskaulit--out of the way, separate from the hustle and bustle of the most frequented areas, but still public and accessible. He carries out paint, rollers, brushes, and sets himself up like he's going to paint the walls.

Which is exactly what he does. He paints down a white undercoat in record time with the help of waterbending and airbending. Then he has a pencil, and he starts sketching out the bare bones of what he will paint. He blocks out the twelve different sections he wants to make, and then he starts writing.

He writes names. Name after name after name in each section, so many that Aang needs to balance on a ball of churning air to write them at the top of this planned mural. Each name is carefully, lovingly written, given the amount of respect and grace it deserves.

There are exactly 1,747 names. They are the names he memorized for his televised rebellion against the Capitol. They are the names of all of the Districter children who died in the Hunger Games.

Aang is tense as he writes, constantly aware of who is around him and what might happen, but his expression is stern and his mouth is fixed in grim determination. Come at him, Capitol.]

[OOC: Since The Games had lots of people AU'd in from other canons, feel free to assume that a name from your canon is up there if you like.]

sizeofyourbaggage

Who: Sam Wilson (AU) and you!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: on the SS Bishop, around the Iskaulit
When: now and throughout the week

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