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May. 5th, 2017 01:00 am
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[personal profile] dontfeedplants
Who: Seymour and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Red Fish
When: Late April (sorry for the late...)

[The feed opens on Seymour, obviously struggling to get the communicator to work. It takes him a few good seconds to realize he's live, and he looks a little sheepish as he speaks.]

Um, hey everyone, I have a question. So I was on one of those asteroids the other day, and I think I was talking to myself about something, I dunno. But people kept giving me money and I heard them saying that I was singing? But I wasn't singing at all.

Does singing mean something else down there? I would have just shrugged it off as someone being drunk if it was just one person, but at least five people came up to me just today.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I have more money now, but I'm kinda freaking out about this.

...I really hope this thing is working right…

((OOC: Anyone who's been around him enough, especially though who are crew members of the Red Fish, should notice that Seymour does in fact break into song when he's talking to himself.))
girlverine: (A moment of peace.)
[personal profile] girlverine
Who: Red Fish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Possibly in the comments?
Action: On the Red Fish!
When: From late April/Early May!

[Is it still a mingle if everyone on the ship is violent? Wouldn't that be a riot?]
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[personal profile] castrationfist
Who: A ~mysterious anonymous text post~ and you!
Broadcast: Anonymous text
Action: The Vanquish, if you can figure her out.
When: Now!

[Caster's bored, and she hasn't started a war in a while, so at some point when no one's looking too hard, an anonymous text post appears on the network:]

Which are cuter, cats or dogs?

Video;

Apr. 18th, 2017 11:12 pm
servantnotserving: (Finally I get to do my job)
[personal profile] servantnotserving
Who: Lumiére and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: Today!

[Since arriving at the Fleet, Lumiére has tended towards just using the voice function to communicate with people outside of the Wonderduck. It makes his life considerably easier. He doesn't have to navigate the mine-field of questions that come with just looking at him. He can talk to people like a normal person, and it's great.

Today, though, he needs to actually address the problem of his general...him-ness, and as such, he'll switch the video on. He casts the screen a warm smile all the same, giving a little wave of a candle-hand.
]

Bonjour, my fellow Fleet members. This is quite an interesting planet, no? I hear the concerts here are really something to experience. I might have to test out the waters myself. It has been a while since I got to enjoy one.

[It's not the kind of concert he's used to, but after a decade of no concerts at all, he'll sure as heck give this new kind a try.]

But! I had another reason for speaking to you today. I have heard there are several people in the Fleet who are experienced with magic. I was hoping I could speak to them, especially if they know anything about curses- because as you can see [he chuckles, gesturing to himself] I have something that might interest their magically inclined minds.

[Filtered to Winn]

As promised. Here I am, settled on the Wonderduck and checking in. [Like three weeks too late but ya'll can't expect miracles. If you wanted good time-keeping, you should have befriended the clock]

[Otherwise, Lumiére can be found happily hopping around the table of the Wonderduck, carefully setting it so it at least looks like an actual, fancy dinner table and not a metal slab where people sit and eat. They may be in space, but they can still have a little culinary refinement, god.
dontfeedplants: (What am I saying?)
[personal profile] dontfeedplants
Who: Seymour Krelborn and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva
When: Right now

[Seymour wakes up slowly, and at first he doesn't even realize anything is wrong until he suddenly realizes that he had no memory of even trying to go to bed last night with... everything that happened.]

I don't remember...

[His vague confusion quickly grows to near-panic as he realizes he's in a completely unfamiliar area. He almost jumps out of his cot and tries in vain to find some sort of exit to this place.

Of course that stops as soon as he looks out of the window and notices that he is in space. He barely keeps himself from screaming as he tries desperately to now look for anyone else on the ship.]


Hello? Am I dreaming? Or dead?

... Twoey, did you do this?

[He didn't know why Twoey would want to trap him in space, but why couldn't they? They could apparently grant wishes and can talk, and Seymour really had no idea what the extent of their powers were.

... Dear god did he just fall into a trap?]

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