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Interesting that more people have been leaving than arriving lately.

Twelfth Cycle winding down, maybe?

[first time using video in the eighteen or so months he's been here. maybe a direct challenge? his 'paycheck' reflects low low ratings, if those are even real, considering he never ever does anything interesting.]

I'm a little shocked to find myself around, honestly. I'm boring. How does Atroma tally up those who leave and those who stay, anyway? I'm pretty sure some ratings high-rollers have ducked out. Randomized for the drama? Seems more like shoddy management than a deliberate choice.

It's almost like there's nobody watching after all.

axi

Who: Kaname Buccaneer & YOU
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Yes! (Bloodsport or Iskaulit)
When: Sunday Aug 12, Mid-morning broadcast ; Throughout August for anything else

[The feed turns on to Kaname moving around her personnel office. A moment later, she grabs the comm and settles on the couch.]

Recent circumstances have me wondering, have the positions of captain and first mate come into play often here? I'm sure there have been circumstances before my arrival, so I'd like to hear about them.

[She sits back, thinking aloud.]

I think part of it is that the roles are very involved and crucial on the ships back home with several tiers of command. I knew my role and the roles of those around me as well as I could. [She smiles.] Not that the set up here isn't relaxing.

Sometimes I just think about the differences and how it would affect life here if it was more like that. [Sitting forward again, Kaname turns a little.] Maybe it wo--

[The sentence is cut off with a yell of surprise from her. Dropping to the floor with a clack, the comm spins, camera eventually stopping and focusing on what made her yell in the first place.]

((ooc; anything regarding the weird dog may also get replies from Zack! also please make up a scenario if you wanna do something else with her. this is meant as a catch all post as well.))

stormfist

Who: Jayden and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide
Action: Planetside, if you want
When: Right now!

[ It's a simple text, but hey, hopefully it will help someone else out there. ]

just found out the huge monster doesn't like light. magic or other, doesn't matter. the brighter the better.

chased it off. couldn't kill it. don't know when it will be back again.

[ Hell, she even attaches her location, for anyone who might be tracking this thing. Knock yourselves out.

Aaand if anyone happens to actually go to the planet to find her, she's hanging out in a small town, looking for a place to stock up on ammo and possibly get a bandage or three. Her hair is also still a little bit static-y. Lightning powers do that to you, after all. ]

throwsdown

Who: Takeshi
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Goldstone
When: Now-ish!

Come out so I can kick your asses, you bastards!

[That's the very loud, very determined yell from a very confused and bleary-eyed 9-year-old dressed in some sort of black fighting powersuit as he comes sprinting out from his room aboard the SS Goldstone, addressing the fleet at large as he makes a fist at the screen. He looks definitely ready to fight and he's got a whole assortment of additional curses to throw upon the unsuspecting people watching (learned from so many bad influences, thanks, guys) —

But then there's a long pause.

He looks left. He looks right.

Wait a second.]

................

Ooooh. I'm in the fleet. I forgot — !

... Did I accidentally fall asleep?

[He's unaware a few people went home, but he'll get that news sooner or later. And probably be far more bummed out by the end of the day; moping around the ship seems like the only logical choice when it comes to losing people like Tempest and Mon-El, and so he sits at the table with his chin on his forearm, blowing a sad sigh out from his cheeks. His dear pet and friend Hoi Hoi has been blissfully reunited with him, and sits at his feet, rolling around with a blue ball in blissful ignorance.

Uncool, you two.

Uncool.

He can be found around the Goldstone for the most part, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he's been sleeping for well over a month while things were happening — luckily nothing as traumatizing as cannibals or exploding planets or dead people in bunkers.

... Small mercies.]

expellerhead

Who: Aizawa & Fleet
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Nada
When: Now

Thank you to everyone who provided assistance in the compilation of this guide. Feel free to correct me on anything, as well as point out anything I might've missed.

[the next section is purely text.]

New Captive Guide

Please also see other documents in the network database. Don't play the games. They're terrible.

allfight

Who: Katsuki Bakugou and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva & the bishop.
When: Shortly after his arrival

video.

[ There are sparks jumping off a very agitated looking young man's palms. He clearly knows better than to do whatever it is he wants to do -- a look out the window tells him that anything rash is probably as good as suicide -- but it doesn't stop him from deciding that he's DONE with this. He was smart enough to keep his head down to figure out some of what was going on, and now?

Now he's pissed.

This is beyond unsettling and he's already worked his last nerve to bits. Being kidnapped and stogged into some kind of TV show? Like hell he's going to preform like some kind of trained monkey for these losers! He might be angling to be the top hero, but he's not about to stoop to some cheap social media trick to win public favor.

And besides... speaking frankly, he's had more than enough kidnappings for one lifetime. Every inch of him is tense and ready for combat, ready to let lose all this pent up rage... but mindful of his situation. ]

Hey. [ He finds his voice. One sparking hand slams into the wall. The smile on his face is something straight out of a horror movie, all murderous impulse and bloodlust. ] Hey! Show yourself! What kind of coward hides and spies with a camera?! It doesn't matter if you put me back now or not, it doesn't even matter where you are, I'm going find you and I'm going to fucking kill you!

action.

[ And all that aside, anyone aboard the Marsiva is free to find a fuming sixteen year old stalking the halls. He may have just had a serious lesson in humility, and he might actually be pretty calm in battle and in dangerous situations, but this is some kind of sick joke right? If he catches you looking at him he whips around, glaring at full strength. ]

What are you looking at?

aboard the bishop. action.

[ AND THEN HE IS NOT AT ALL WHERE HE WAS.

For a moment, all that fire and shouting is gone. He's left whipping his head this way and that in total confusion. ]

W... What the hell?

kill_switch

Who: Members of the Starstruck and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck
When: Through the end of May

[Live here? Visiting? Lurking about on other people's ships? Come see what life is like on the Starstruck!]

ginger_firebird

Who: Mantis
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: Today

A. Bishop (action)

[The sun is long since arisen when Mantis finally crawls out of bed. Some days, he doesn't sleep. Other days, he embraces a few hours under his quilt. Today, he is up at the crack of noon. This normally quiet and ordinary occurrence soon isn't.

First comes the loud, high-pitched gasp followed by a scramble of legs and arms as he dashes his way out of the bunk he calls his own. If you're in the bathroom area, you might catch the sight of a small figure topped with bright fire red hair running up to one of the mirrors. The boy practically leaps up onto the sink and grows rigid when he takes in his appearance.

He screams. Ear-piercing and expressive of a wealth of shock and a surge of childhood memories. The boy slips off the sink and lands in a heap on the floor with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. It takes a minute before he stirs again. When he does, it starts with a groan that is quickly followed by him curling up on himself and sobbing ever so quietly.

You can try and hug him, but it would be ill-advised.]

B. Bishop (Broadcast / Text)

[Life has many band-aids. Some are made of medical gauze and adhesive. Some are made of the many cousins of ethanol. In this case, it's made of a mug filled with hot chocolate topped with miniature marshmallows. Mantis has his mask lifted out of the way of his mouth as the feed comes on. He breathes deeply and speaks with an almost whispering voice marked with a Russian accent.]

These...glitches. How long do they last?

C. Yadrolla (action)

[When life's little habits get you down, go out on the town. Or at least, that's what Mantis thought to himself when he decided he needed clothes that were less straitjacket and more fit for human life. He managed to get some new clothes before wandering over to a park in the verdant city. Trees were calm. Parks were calm. Brightbirds fans were not calm, but he was drawn to the intense board game tournament that seemed to have sprung up.

You'll find the pale red-head sitting at a table for connect four players. A couple of older fans were watching with intense interest as he stared down his opponent as they placed another piece. This staring match is broken only long enough for the boy to carefully decide where to put his last piece, letting it linger over the slot as realization comes over all the grown ups surrounding him. When he lets it go, there's a loud cheer and the adult sitting across from him forks over not an entirely small pile of money to the boy.

As the grown ups discuss how good he is at the game, the boy stands up and stretches. There's a world of difference between how he looked at ten than he did at thirty, but some things never change.]

expellerhead

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

[putting his voice on this thing is...not preferable, but this has to get out to everyone to be even half as effective as aizawa would like it to be. so time to get over it.]

Gathering info for something, so I'd appreciate any participation.

One: length of time you've been here.

Two: whether or not you were in a place like this before, IE forcibly removed from your home universe and kept captive.

Three: something you wish you'd known or been told upon arrival here.

Four: something you miss most desperately from home. No 'family or friends' here, please. Material objects only.

Thanks.

[and below the soundbar, a text transcription:]
( Read more... )

collegedropout

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Planetside
When: Throughout end of March.

[Action. OPTION A. (At Some Point Earlier in March)]

[Being soulless had not been the worst thing in the world for Sam. There's worse to glitch to. But when he wakes up one morning fully resouled and with every memory of being either a pervert or an ass, he resolves to groan into his hands and wish to go back to sleep for a few years. But life's not nearly so generous to a Winchester, so sooner or later he's up and around the fleet again (trying to pretend he didn't hit on someone who is like a sister, or insult everyone's hair, or make out with a friend. Oh god. Regardless, he is... around. Gym, The Space bar to work, the Bloodsport.

He's Sam again. Like, sappy furrow-browed Sam. Thank god?]

[Action. OPTION B. (Later in March)]

[When they land on the planet, Sam's instantly skeptical. It means he should be digging around in whatever has bodies of literature, obviously - so he's in the library, nose-deep, brow wrinkled in deep thought where he scours over blueprints, informational works, and so on. Feel free to break his concentration or make him go sleep or eat, because he's kinda getting really involved in living in this damn library.]

Voice.

Hey, guys. I think I've got something that'll help us. So this place - Nariba Relia, it was some passion project with regards to settling down and making a planet inhabitable. Actually, that's kind of what we're used to, right? Planets that aren't quite as inhabitable, people adapting where needed. Anyway, they were working on this replicator tech - I'm assuming that's the replacement of already used supplies, like we've been seeing in town.

There's not much else here that talks about it, but it's at least something... I've found a few blueprints here, too - if anyone wants to look into them, I'm more than happy to pass off whatever I come across so we can find where the hell the people here went. I, um. I also wonder if the fleet... uses something similar to replicator technology?

I mean, we always seem stocked with particular foods, don't we? In the kitchens. Sure, we can bring our own foods aboard the ships, but I've always wondered how they restocked the basic gels and all that. If we were on typical spaceships from home, I'm sure we'd have run out of rations by now, right? It's just a thought.

Anyone interested in sifting through these blueprints with me? There are a hell of a lot; a whole town's worth, and all that.

Maybe we can get something out of them that we could have from Nariba Relia's citizens.

[AKA feel free to find any information you need through these blueprints he's got laid out.

Also please dear god don't mention the soulless thing.]

monolike

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14

Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

→ More system info is here!

youdontneedapictureofme

Who: Maggie Rhee and YOU
Broadcast: video
Action: planetside
When: now

[Maggie opens up on the feed, looking all business. She's down on the planet like some of the others are by now, exploring their new surroundings.]

Like some of the others have said, this place seems pretty empty and supplies don't seem to be a problem. If anyone of the other Captains - or whoever else - wants to put a list together of supplies, let me know. I'm already working on one for the Goldstone if anyone over there has any suggestions. I say we get what we can from this place while we can and keep our eyes open for trouble.

[It felt like she was back home again, organizing supply runs for the Hilltop or Alexandria. This was where she felt most comfortable - trying to get together what people she could, doing what she could to help.]

Action

[Maggie can be found wandering from place to place, trying to take note of what supplies were where and jotting down ideas of how to best ship it all back onto the ships. Whoever lived here might still come back and that was fine too. For now, their stuff was going on her list to become the fleet's stuff.

Maggie stopped in one of the houses, testing the water, testing the lights, going through cabinets and food storage. She would take what she could get her hands on. If anyone felt like stopping her or helping her, they were absolutely welcome to.]

[ooc: If I've chatted with you about doing something on the planet, here is where we can do that! If not feel free to hit me up on plurk

wishuponthenightskies.]

appletart

Who: Escha Malier & YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Yes!
When: Marsiva: backdated to 3/1 and 3/2 before shuffle; Wonderduck: anytime 3/2 and after!

1. The Marsiva (pre-shuffle)
[ The video feed opens on the top of someone's head - red-pink hair and a little white hat, puffball tail-holders to either side. There's some wiggling, and eventually her face comes into view, bright green eyes currently red-rimmed. Someone just finished crying, looks like...

She takes a deep breath, clears her throat, and puts on a smile - as bright as she can manage! ]

U-Um, hello? Is someone seeing this? I'm a little confused about some things... Before here, I was somewhere else with, um, cell phones? But this doesn't look like the same thing. Oh, but anyway, can someone... tell me where I am? Please? [ A pause, and her voice gets a little bit quieter, a little bit shakier. ] I-I've never been anywhere like this, and it's really quiet here, a-and...

[ ... She shakes her head sharply, puts that smile back on. ]

Right. My name is Escha Malier, by the way.

2. The Wonderduck (post-shuffle)
[ At least she wasn't stuck on the Marsiva for too long! Suddenly, she appears on the Wonderduck! ]

Waah--!! Huh??

[ She looks up as confetti flutters all around her, plopping into her hair. And her face. She shakes it off, blinks wide-eyed at the pudding in front of her... and teeentatively reaches over to pick it up. ]

Umm... Thank you! Who... whoever did that? Um.

[ She blinks at the confetti on the floor, then at the pudding in her hands, at the confetti once more... And then, with a shrug and a small smile, you bet she's digging in. Pudding is sweet and delicious after all~

She starts walking down the hallway, looking for any signs of anyone else around. If she's supposed to be on this ship and part of this crew, she definitely wants to meet everyone! Wherever your character is, unless it's their own private room with the door closed, she's bound to run into them eventually~ ]

theroadwarrior

Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Iskaulit, SS Starstruck.
When: Throughout the month and stuff.

Introspection and whatnot.

[Max has had a hell of a two years, eh? Though one supposes he's had a hell of a last two decades, really, but for him this place has been better and worse than home in ways he'll never be able to particularly prescribe to paper. The visions are lesser. The social ineptitudes are still so-so, though one could say he's at least warmed up to the idea of having a name and people he particularly gravitates towards. He doesn't... know a lot of people in the fleet. Not know them, not like he knows his crew, but he doesn't seem to particularly mind how limited he's left his pool of trusted.

Because he only just figured out how to trust people, like... a year ago. Not counting Furiosa, for whom he'd grapple the imperator of Hell itself over, but that's a whole 'nother series of strange emotions he can't put to pen and paper. Anyway. Big two years. Gained faces, lost most of a leg, figured out how to not always fly with swinging fists when the memories seep out from his brain and into the veins of his eyes and whatnot.

He's still the weird guy who sits, silent, in almost any situation, but... at least he's wearing different shirts and doesn't have a beard down to his nipples. These are entirely big improvements.]

Iskaulit Gym Action.

[Now that he's got his fake leg, courtesy of one Howard Stark, he's started getting back into shape. Because suddenly having a prosthetic doesn't mean you magically are the bionic man, yunno? Gotta actually learn to use it; use it or lose it. He's in the gym aboard the Iskaulit, training himself — running, weights, tripping on his own two feet, the works. One can find him here, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt before leaping right back into motion.

Nothing better than to have this to focus on, when you're Mad Max. This is far better than what he could be focusing on, all of which are hallucinatory and far out of date. Still, Peggy's talk of marriage has managed to dredge up a few things that he has a hard time shaking. Things like pillow talks and burping ankle biters and curly hair he had to sweep to find eyes. High school lovebirds. Picnics n' stupid shit that don't actually feel so stupid. The past.

He goes to the punching bag when he gets to the end of the film reel in his head, the one that ends the home movies and starts the terrible trek across the desert to find a place to die. He's getting better, though. Really. His brow is always creased like that, like something's offensive.

He stops to take off said leg for a bit, because even if it's science fiction garble, it's still a stump and it still hurts when you walk on it for a long time (or run on it, or jump on it, or curse on it). Anyway. Come visit the idiot in the gym, whatever he's doing.]

STARSTRUCK. | cw: PTSD episode (but coping strategies, thanks Sam)

[A darker night, at some point, brings him to the lounge. Or rather, you're brought to the lounge by the sounds of the record player, playing one of those old vinyls. It's a low tone, low enough that it would make sense — the sounds of someone not wanting people to know the record is playing, instead of inviting the company openly.

Max is sitting on the couch there, head bowed low, one hand rolling the pieces of a bracelet on his wrist compulsively, an open bottle of whiskey opened beside him on a table. He's apparently still in his night clothes - an undershirt and sweats, something of which is a new thing, the concept of putting on 'sleeping clothes' instead of being hyper-alert in his regular battle garb - and has foregone putting on the leg. The crutch leaning on the couch explains how he got out here without too much fuss.

Judging by the fervent but inaudible mumbling and the careful fidgeting of the bracelet, he didn't come out here enjoyably, though. If one listens closely enough past the music, they could hear the repetition of names, names of people aboard the SS Starstruck, and then the names of the other fleet ships.

Reminders of where he really is, instead of where his mind tortures him with.]

TEXT. | ANONYMOUS.

what's changed you here on this ship?
how's it changed you?

you think it's for better, or worse?

[OOC: Or...! If you have a wildcard or prompt you wanna do, hit me up at

simpledog, because I'm down for anything!]

uprightness

Who: peggy carter, steve rogers and all of you guys

Broadcast: amazingly, yes

Action: on the starstruck, if you're so inclined
When: current.

[ New Year’s Eve has come and gone without anything exploding or going awfully wrong and so today is just safe enough for something else. Steve Rogers doesn’t address the network for no reason, after all. Only today he keeps looking back and eventually, calls: ]

Are you really going to stay there throughout the whole thing?

[ There’s a flicker to Steve’s left: dark curls and a flash of a silk blouse as Peggy leans into view. ] Perhaps. After all, of the two of us, you’re the one with experience in addressing the public.

[ But! Fine! Here she is, framed beside him onscreen, and refraining from making any more jokes about the old USO show. ]

Very funny.

[ but he is smiling, small but amused. For all of his experience, he seems as if he’s been practicing his lines for this one broadcast. ]

I know some of you will say this is long overdue, but after months of asking, mostly on her part, I’ve said yes and we’ve decided to get married.

[ -- and that’s when Peggy slaps the back of her hand against Steve’s shoulder, hissing something (something for him alone) about twisting the truth and tarnishing her well-earned cred. ]

I mean, after a careful observation of mutual interests, we’ve decided to get married. What this is really about is a simple matter of proving me right. I’d like you all to tell her three weeks is a perfectly reasonable duration for a honeymoon.

[ She reaches for the device, tugging its focus onto herself. ] -- For God’s sake, don’t encourage him. We’ve only just got engaged; it’s far far too early to start discussing the rest. [ Aside, to Steve: ] I warned you when I agreed to this ridiculous message. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

[ But she’s laughing. ]

It's not getting too ahead of ourselves. Call it careful consideration of facts.

[ he'll reach out and close the device for the sake of this banter. ]

willynilly

Who: Ochako & Fie / OTA
Broadcast: Video
Action: On Selvin-9
When: Dec 27ish

[The camera clicks on and is pulled back to reveal Ochako, with Fie behind her. They’re seated on a sled, and once Ochako has the comm where she wants it, she taps first the sled, then her clothes, and then Fie’s shoulder, and reaches up to grasp the rope at the front of the sled, hands braced on the wood frame.]

Okay, I’m ready! Are you ready?

Yep.

Right. Here goes- Collab move Shooting Star, attempt #1, counting down! 3… 2… 1… GO!

[There’s a sudden rush of movement as they push the sled off the hill, and together they go down, down, down, down. Ochako twists the camera around to show the view, and at the base of the hill there’s a… cliff? Yeah, that’s totally a cliff that they’re careening towards with no sign of stopping. They’re picking up speed, actually. Closer-- closer--

At the last second Ochako twists the camera around again. She’s laughing, and the sled pitches upwards as they go flying off the edge.]

Blast off!

[The cliff behind them vanishes - no, explodes, a burst of fire and splashing fluff stretching out behind them - and off they go, soaring through the air at record speed. A flying sled.

Yep, that just happened.]

Best. Birthday. Ever!!

passingthrough

Who: Kitty Pryde + everyone
Broadcast: Network
Action: Iskaulit: Dance studio
When: New Year’s Eve (slightly backdated)

[Not long ago she’d been considering the best way to handle Winn’s birthday now that he’s gone and all. She considered enlisting a close friend or two to be on duty for support or distractions or just barricading herself in her room and feeling it and dealing with that. In the end she went with booze. Lots and lots of booze.

When she turns the feed on she’s lying down on a series of three chairs, holding the communicator above her head.]

Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Marina—the underwater prison place—and this tiny alien or robot or possibly dog man thing took over and made it rain fruit punch and then made us dance in a dance marathon and if we didn’t he was going to put us in a room with a moose. And I’m not drunk! [She laughs like she just said something very funny.]

No, no, I mean I am drunk but it’s also true. It was a very strange place. Did you know you had to get a wristband if you wanted to have sex with someone? Yeah. It was like being at a bar and wanting drink. [Speaking of wanting to drink. She looks around for her bottle and then lifts herself up enough to achieve drinking.] Oh! And then it was like enforced monogamy where you could only be with your band partner.

Wristband. Not like music band. You didn’t have to have sex with the person you played the flute with. [More laughing.]

What was I…? Oh, yeah, do you know I haven’t kissed anyone in moooonths? Yeah. Like May. May 10th. [Winn disappeared May 11.] In the prison you couldn’t do that because every two months—if they were months—they would send out these mistletoe robots that would make you kiss someone or lots of someones. Usually lots of someones. They had shrinking forcefields and confetti. I had to kiss a guy without lips once. Did I mention it was a weird place?

kill_switch

Who: Furiosa and you!
Broadcast: Video, open
Action: Marsiva, Caprine, Starstruck
When: Today

Video

[This is not the first time Furiosa has woken up on the Marsiva. In fact, during the last set of calibrations she'd spent enough time here to be sickeningly aware of where she was once she's dragged herself awake. She opens a video feed and props the device up, pulling her sheet supplied by the Atroma further around her shoulders to combat the chill.]

Hey. So, what happened? Anyone got any idea how I ended up here?

Action - Marsiva

[Once her post is up on the feed - her first priority checking in on her friends - she heads out of her room and into the hallway. She's not concerned with reacquainting herself with the Marsiva, rather finding out who else is here and moving to get the chill and stiffness out.]

Action - Caprine

[This is ... not her ship.

Technically, by Shuffle Standards, it absolutely was her ship, since this is where Atroma decided to put her this time around. However, after having spent so much time on the First Breath, having to call another ship home just felt weird.

But, she adapts. She fills out a ship transfer request, but until that goes through, she adapts.

And part of that means finding and making weapons and stashing them aboard the Caprine. Feel free to find her affixing plaster skulls here and tucking guns and blades in odd corners of the ship.]

Starstruck

[She's put in her transfer, so she's expecting that fun, awkward moment she gets zapped onto another ship. She's expecting it to look familiar. She's also expecting it to be the First Breath.

Best two out of three?

She does a circuit of the ship the moment she arrives, and yes; her credentials are here. Atroma has decided that her time as the First Breath's captain is officially at an end. She'll have to contact Tyrion, and soon.

She doesn't really need to familiarize herself with this ship, at least outside of Max's room, the hangar, and the kitchen. She will spend some time on the bridge, since it was her favorite place to hang out on the First Breath. She has to remind herself, as she sits in the pilot's chair, that she'll be sharing duties with Max.]

rebuildyourruins

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

* System info

theroadwarrior

Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide Voice!
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit.
When: Now-ish. Or some such.

(If you have a wildcard, lemme know, we can thread something here if you have a thing in mind!)

[Voice.]

... I need some... help. [Ugh, no wastelander actually likes to admit that.] Work fine with traditional machinery, oldtime stuff. No good at the advance junk other than pilotting, though. Want a leg that works well -- not just the usual prosthetic, something good, something sturdy enough for whatever happens next. Fighting, climbing, running -- need to be better n'before.

... Can pay for it, too.

[He huffs, rubbing his neck off the feed. His bangs are getting too long and unruly again.]

Just need it to get me standing on my own again.

[Action.]

[What a shitshow, these last few months have been. Max has, of course, avoided a lot of the last place thanks to being either sick or not quite of strength to move and help with the situation; frustrating, and certainly not without annoyed grunts or grumbles, but he's working on it. He's moved from wheelchair to a crutch, and so -- the Starstruck will find that he's pretty damn close to his usual self again.

Instead of hobbling on a bum knee, he's clacking around with one good leg, which is better than being dead as far as anyone's concerned, yeah? He's determined, in his usual hard-to-read silence, of not letting himself fall behind -- if he's going to dedicate his limited patience and loyalty to his crew (he's not saying the f-word, either), he's going to do it right. That means visiting the Iskaulit gym and making sure he doesn't go all weak in the knee or anything. It's the first time he's started actually leaving the Starstruck after the meteor incident, and it is admittedly a relief to not stare at the same walls daily now.

He also doesn't... sleep in the shuttle anymore. He sleeps in his room, with a bed. It's a miracle.

Ch-ch-changes, like the Bowie song on the record player'll sometimes belt out. He's still kind of stingy about the record player. But c'mon, you have to give him some slack. He's doing his best here. And speaking of record players...

The atroma sent him something, in a normal fed-ex styled envelope.

... It's a generic record.

For Christmas music.

...

Feel free to catch Max on his crutch, hobbling off toward the airlock.]

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video; & action (catch-all)

three ◘

Video/Action. in which the tiny captain returns and is very unprofessional about it

voice + text

[ video & action

Starstruck Mingle

Vsadu yagoda malinka

voice + text transcription

Action/Voice. Sherlock Sam and the Funky Bunch

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005 || video // action;

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ACTION / ANONYMOUS TEXT.

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who left them unsupervised

video/action : open!

Open

selvin-9 system mingle

Voice/Action.

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