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[The nebulas are beautiful in this region of space, at the very least. They gleam as great distorting clouds of space-stuff that your scanners don't even want to attempt to analyze. They affect the ships' instruments much like other areas of disruption have in the past, but these are actually visible as large swathes of light--like giant flames frozen in their swirling shapes, suspended across impressive stretches of space. For once, there's something like scenery to look at, out here in the black...

And then, the proximity alarms begin to blare.

From a gap between the two nearest clouds comes an assemblage of ships! Familiar to some and new to others--they do not respond to hails or communications of any kind, and they're gunning straight for the Fleet without slowing. Their weapons are locking on and firing as soon as they are in range.

Many passengers have been through this before, and many of the ships are bigger and better than they'd been in the previous skirmish. Today, the Drift Fleet will put up a better fight, even punch a few holes in their attackers.

Your augment knows where you need to go! Do you run to your station? Do you dodge your job? Are you unsure how to help? Are the captains giving orders or panicking, and are their crews paying attention? Everyone's got a chance to fight back before the enemy fleet runs them into the nearest nebula--and things suddenly take a bad turn.

As soon as each Drift Fleet ship hits the nebula, its systems overload and short-circuit before going dead. It stays silent for minutes, no radar, no comms, no network. Stubborn stragglers are ganged up on and forced into the cloud, followed by the poor ships on autopilot being bodily hauled into the nebula with tractor beams. Once the entire Fleet has been set adrift as sitting ducks, before the Marsiva can get too close, the attacking fleet... turns and flees through the cloud, seemingly untouched by the nebula that scrambles your ships.

Eventually, the systems flicker back to life, blinking on one by one. It will be several hours before any other effects of the attack will be noticeable. The network shows up as live again, but Atroma never shows up to explain a thing...]

ooc: the out-of-character event post is over here! respond to this post any way you like; you can have action, comm messages, play during the attack, being stuck in the nebula, checking in after the network comes back online, or whatever else seems fitting.

noncriminal

Who: Murphy and YOU
Broadcast: Open
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Early morning

[It's been a while since he's sent a wave on any kind of network like this, but it's not like it's hard to remember how.]

You know - being back on a spaceship, alright, fine.

[The face onscreen is of a wiry, annoyed teenager. He keeps carding his fingers through his dry, soft, clean hair; it's a feeling he's not used to and it's still novel. His eyes are rolled skyward as he considers the room, sketching around at the ceiling and searching for something before he regards the actual camera.]

Weird... cleansing rituals. Sewing my clothes. There was probably some feet stuff while I was out. Whatever. I guess I'm not here to judge your lame kinks as long as I get some grub out of it.

[He looks back up again, and ticks an irritated finger towards the roof above him.]

But if we're gonna keep playing this new age, virgin with denial and a saxophone jazz crap all day long? I'm gonna need a damn weapon back.

poetontheinside

Who: Ray Kowalski
Broadcast: Video
Action: Windrose, and space!
When: today and also whenever the races are happening

[Ray is looking bored bored bored. He has a toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth, and he's throwing a ball from one hand to the other, sometimes scrambling after it when he misses- it's astigmatism, okay, he just doesn't see all that good.]

Alright, so I got a question. Not everyone here's from Earth, whatever, but most of you are from some kinda place with some kinda rules and laws. And I figure a bunch of you have gotta be law enforcement yourselves, y'know, statically. [sic]

Now me? I'm just a regular schmo, city cop worked his way up to Detective. I didn't always wanna be a cop, but I tried it out and it stuck. Chasin' bad guys, putting on the heat, lock 'em up. Bam-bam-bam. [He slams the ball into his hand three times, then sits forward and grins.] It's a job, right? Just like bein' an engineer in here.

[He misses it. He misses it a lot, actually; misses his partner and the job, the satisfaction of a puzzle and a chase and locking up someone who made the world a little more dangerous.] So the rest of you: what do you do? How's it work in your world?

[Added, a few minutes later:]

By the way: I don't have my ar here to race you in, but back home I'm the last guy you wanna get into a car chase with. [He may be exaggerating slightly, but who could contradict him?] Figure I gotta keep those instinct working. I'll be there in two hours, ready to go.

summerschild

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: SS First Breath
When: Saturday afternoon

[For the first couple of months he was in the Fleet, Bran paid little regard to his actual assigned position on the First Breath. After all, being bound to his bed didn't give him much opportunity to do much maintenance. But now that he's mostly mobile, he's been almost enjoying the task. It gives him a purpose, keeps his mind off of the dark things. It's good, almost.

And he actually really likes these little robots.]

I understand how these work, and that it's "electricity", and "circuits"... but are they actually alive? They can respond to their names, and understand what I tell them to do, like wolves or crows. But they don't have minds. How is this possible?

[The augment gave him the ability to understand their physical workings, but the concept of artificial intelligence is still completely lost on him.

There's a small scuttling noise from across the bridge, and Bran turns to look at it. One of the tiny robots has bumped into a chair, and seems intent that it needs to move the heavy item.]

Shaggydog, stop that!

[Odd name for a robot.]

save_the_souls

Who: YOU. ME. EVERYONE.
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!

[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]

[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]

[July Planet Info!]

interspace

WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide voice
ACTION Somewhere on the Golden
WHEN July 5th

Okay, guys. Hear me out. This is going to sound like a weird suggestion, but... has anyone thought we've been almost too gloomy lately? Our mourning is all well and good. A lot of shit happened. But if you ask me, we're missing a pretty key component to the whole cycle. Where's the party? The wake. The remembrance that we're alive and we have our own lives to continue now enriched by the lives we touched while they were here.

You know. That kind of sappy stuff.

[ There's a pause, a quiet "um". ]

If anyone else agrees, I was thinking of setting something up in say—a week or so? Would anyone else be up for that?

[ No this clearly has nothing to do with the fact that her birthday is on the 11th. Mere coincidence! ]

tothefly

Who: Natasha Romanoff and various guests
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Post-broadcast, abandoned waystation? Action prompt in comments
When: During bugfest 20XX

[On screen, there's a very calm redhead looking thoughtfully at the camera, one brow slightly cocked.]

It's occurred to me that the fleet has about ten times as many firearms as it does medical professionals. It's also been pretty apparent that a lot of our cast members don't know the basics of gun safety and use. If anyone wants to learn, I'll be at the following coordinates.

[The message ends with a bit of text, the location of one of the abandoned waystations in near orbit.]

mortalcoil

Who: Coil Lenn and you!
Broadcast: Text, open to all
Action: Anyone visiting the SS Red Fish
When: mid-June

→ [Text]
[it's maybe not as attention-getting as an audio or video broadcast, but a sort of quiet advertisement goes out over the network anyway.]

Engineers or anyone with construction/mechanical skills: your assistance is required aboard the SS Red Fish. please reply if interested. or come to the Red Fish. Thank you.

→ [Action]
[and Coil leaves the door unlocked for anyone who might happen by.

those who do happen by, or live on the ship to begin with, can find Coil feverishly tinkering away in the lab. and it appears that he has kind of rearranged things. he hes redecorated a bit.

some storage cabinets and other things along one wall must not have been that important, because they have all been dragged away or removed entirely, and he is currently struggling to remove pieces of the wall panel itself. he doesn't have the right tools for it, but that certainly isn't going to stop him. and who knows what all off this scrap metal lying around in hazardous-looking piles is supposed to be for...

so, yeah. watch your step. don't get tetanus.]

cpt_ressentiment

Who: Yosuke Hanamura and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: HMS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/17!

► [ action ]

[ Yosuke doesn't stay in that bed for long. He rolls over... and falls right out of it. dfjakl

He sits up with a jolt, wide awake, and that does not at all help the shock of being somewhere completely foreign. He's on his feet in barely even a second, looking around, trying to see anything that might just give him a clue. There's not much, of course, and falling back on instinct, he reaches under the jacket of his school uniform for his kunai. But they're... not there. What...? ]

What the hell...?

[ He tries to take a few deep breaths, but he's too antsy to stay still in the face of something completely unknown. So he starts wandering away from his bed, and rather quickly - because if there aren't answers, he's going to put that on hold for a minute or two.

He has his friends to find. And he has to find them now. ]

► [ audio ]

[ Okay. He's calmed down a bit more now. Sort of.

He grabs the device from its place near where he woke up. So even though he's never seen one of these things before, somehow, he knows exactly what to do with it. Maybe it's just techno-instinct? The way they talk about his generation growing up on computers all the time - that's gotta be what's going on. Right? ... Yeah, well, one relization at a time.

He starts broadcasting. On purpose, even! ]

Okay. I have no idea who's listening to this, but if you can hear me, I just woke up in this weird... Uh. Space ship. [ A second of silence. ] I don't know, but that's what it looks like! But seriously, the point is, what's going on and how do I get out of here?

[ A longer silence this time - one with a sense of hesitation... until he finally decides, hell with it, and speaks up again! ]

If this is the Plane - I mean, you know, because it looks like space - then can someone really tell me what the hell is going on?

[ The sad part is, he's not entirely sure if he wants this to be the Plane or not... ]

poetontheinside

Who: Windrose crew
Broadcast: Maybe?? probably not
Action: SS Windrose
When: After the shuffle!

[After this seasonally inappropriate song gets stuck in your head, it's time for a mingle! Come on up, new Windrosers, it's time to party.]

pain_train

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13

[It's... probably a sad statement about Wrath's life that waking up in a strange place with something plugged into her neck? Not actually that weird. Not remembering how she got to said place? Also not that weird. Not remembering signing up for some kind of reality show?

At this point she just assumes that she's been subjected to another recode.

...okay, maybe a recode that went a little wrong. Who knows how much time she's lost, but it's an accomplishment that she's immediately aware of those things, she knows that. And she also knows better than to think about it too hard. Just have to roll with the punches.

Focus on what she can do. Which would be figuring out the communicator thing (hey, that's all pretty familiar!), try to read some stuff to get oriented, give up on reading, and just go for it.

So there you go. Tiny woman, bright pink hair, surprisingly deep voice.]

Maine? Orion? You around anywhere? Delta? North? Christine? Foxtrot? Whiskey?

[That basically covers everyone immediately important.]

Also, if anyone's seen my cane, I'd really like to have it back. It's about... uh. This big. [Holds hands apart.] And it's a cane. But don't press the button on it, there's a sword inside and the spring is kind of touchy.

And my chems. Those are kind of important.

And my kitten. This big. [Teeny.] Calico tabby with little pink jellybean toes.

That will be all, thank you.

[Very authoritative nod, sign off.]

[And after this, she's limping off to find a window and lose her damn mind with delight that she's in space. She can't wait to tell Maine! ...at some point.]

summerschild

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The HS Marsiva Hospitality Deck
When: 6/13

[On the Hospitality Deck, there's a little lump of dirt and fur on the floor next to one of the cots, twisted up in the white sheets. Bran had woken up in a fit of panic, scrabbling for the damp floor of the Queenscrown holdfast, and then-]

Is anyone there? Hello?

[A bump on his head aches from the tumble. He doesn't understand what he's seeing in front of him, through the clear glass of the bowing windows. It makes him dizzy, and he rubs at his nose with one grubby hand. His fur cape is still muddy from the thunderstorm, making him look a bit like an abandoned puppy.]

I need some help!

[He tries to use the cot to pull himself back up, but with a click the wheel unlocks, and sends the bed teetering towards anyone coming across the floor. Oops...]

thespaceopera

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]

ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

info post→ here

forgetyourusedtobe

Who: Elena Gilbert and YOOUUU!!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck if you wanna??
When: rite meow!!!

I just want to say that I really appreciate everyone's who's answered my questions about this place, but now that I've had a little time to get settled, [and stop silently panicking] I'm curious about what home is like for everyone.

And since you've been here, have you seen anything like home?

[And since she doesn't really expect to be able to ask and not give an answer herself,]

My world's nothing all that special probably in comparison to some of yours. It's 2012, Earth, with modern-day technology that's nowhere near as advanced as all of this. I live in Mystic Falls, Virginia in a country called the United States.

We do have magic, but I can't do any of it. I only know about it because my best friend was a witch. [And it's invaded every part of her life for the past couple of years, but ssshhh.] Magic where I come from has a balance, it's rooted in nature and spirits of ancestors. So the further down the line of witches you are, the more power you can have. But you have to maintain the balance of nature or the spirits of your ancestors will cut you off.

There are other kinds of magic, but they're bad news and not something you want to mess with. It has some really bad consequences for the user since it ignores maintaining the balance.

[And she leaves it there. She's not willing to out herself as a vampire or acknowledge the existence of other supernatural beings beyond witches and spirits.]

divtastic

Who: Chris Skelton & YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: If you're on the Marsiva
When: 29th May

[Chris looks torn between at least five different emotions, primarily among them bewilderment and amazement. For those who remember the Marsiva's layout he's currently in the viewing bay, though the camera only captures the boring part of it. Chris has the view. Which might explain why every time he looks beyond the camera he looks like he can't decide if he's more excited or terrified. Either way, there's a definite nervous edge when he does speak.]

S'really cool, this, innit? Pretty weird, mind. Sort of reckon I've gone mental. Probably talking into some stapler now like Tyler does when he has one of his funny turns. That is funny, though, when he does that. [His lips twitch up in amusement for a moment before the grin slips as quickly as it came, eyes widening ] Unless you're listening, boss, then none of us ever thought it was. And I'm not seeing stars. Or space. Or nothing like that. And I haven't touched none of that stuff we confiscated last week neither.

[He reaches automatically into his pocket, then pulls a face as he remembers he already tried that earlier.]

Don't suppose anyone's got a light? Must've dropped mine somewhere.

proudlywehailed

Who: Commander and You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Voice
Action: Casino
When: 5/24, evening

[You can hear the sounds of the casino around him.]

Two questions. One; what's your favorite fruit flavor? Two; what's your world like?

notmutantbutmiracle

Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday, May 22nd

[When the video feed clicks on, the only thing visible at first appears to be the ceiling on the inside of the Marsiva. After a few seconds of dead air, Wanda suddenly jumps into frame as she bolts upright in her sleeping cot. Her face contorted in panic, and a loud scream erupts from within her as she wakes from her nightmare. Her hand is outstretched, reaching for something not there. A loud bang accompanies her abrupt awakening, as off-screen a few of the cots opposite Wanda are thrown violently against the wall of the ship.]

[Her heart is racing, and her breath comes and goes quickly. She closes her eyes, lowers her arm, takes a few deep breaths and tries to calm herself. As she opens her eyes a second time, the expression of panic fades from her face, and she surveys her new, unfamiliar surroundings. She is now fully awake, confused, angry, and also a little bit afraid.]

Where am I? [Her voice shakes a little with her first question, but the following question comes out much more stern.] What is this place?

[She notices the communicator lying next to her on the cot. She picks it up and centers herself on the screen. Her face displays an expression of grim determination.]

Whoever is watching this... tell me where I am!

geonomy

Who: Clay Terran and YOU! Yes, even you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Vanquish
When: Saturday, May 23rd

[When the video comes on, Clay's got his tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips as he looks at the camera. Once he realizes that it's on, he grins, then gives a little two-fingered salute from his visor.]

Good morning, everyone! You know, I've been here for... what, a whole month, and I haven't even used this thing to talk to everybody? [He's mostly used it to talk to other people, sure, but not addressing the whole fleet. Dang!]

So! My name is Clay Terran, and I'm the pilot of the SS Vanquish. If anyone needs some piloting tips, I've been one for a while back at home, and I've been trained specifically for space travel before I got here. I'd be happy to give tips and pointers, or take advice from any other pilots around here!

As for people who aren't pilots... [He settles to get more comfortable on that dinky cot of his; Vanquish hasn't exactly gotten any fancy upgrades, not that he minds.] What were your dreams before coming here? Your goals? Are you still gonna try going after them, or did this place kind of mess things up for you? Any new ones now that you're here? You can ask me about mine too, if you want!

Also... [Now that grin turns into something more playful.] Anyone else think we ought to rename our currency to Starbucks? [Get it? Get it? ... So some people won't get it but ALL THE SAME.]

gitanes

Who: Lila Zacharov
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday, May 22

[It would be an understatement to say that Lila isn't happy to be here. No, actually, she's furious. She was in the middle of a job back home, and now - well, she couldn't begin to say whether people will notice her gone. Hell, time might have stopped back home for all she knows. But she can't afford to waste any time. She has to get back now.]

[When she turns on the video, she's wearing a low-slung black and white top that clearly reveals the gnarled, dark scar that slashes across her neck, her second smile. She's showing it off, proving that she's not someone to mess with. That she isn't afraid.]

I need to talk to Atroma. Now.

interspace

WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Marsiva hospitality deck
WHEN May 20th because I'm a loser

[ The comm is set down on a table, facing down to give a wide angle of a young redheaded woman who is basically standing inside of a couch. Phasing! She looks to the camera, brows raised very pointedly!! And then walks forward to one of the walls leading further into the Marsiva and pushes.

Nada.

She looks back to the camera. Walks back to the couch, does a slow turn around while standing inside of it, then goes back and pushes on the wall again. After a moment, she steps back, uses both hands to point at the stubborn wall. ]

Is anyone else seeing this shit?

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