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[personal profile] dragonflight
Who: Wrathion + minions yOU
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: present day; present time

[Wrathion didn't much like sleep these days. Every time he shut his eyes, visions of Azeroth's dark futures tormented him, taunted him. The Burning Legion's advance seemed closer every day, and his plans to prepare for their arrival were constantly thwarted by the very people he was trying to protect. Adventurers these days. No sense of the big picture. No gratitude. No understanding of what their own world needed.

So: he's angry when he wakes up on the Marsiva. Almost angry enough for a tantrum. He wants to scream, spout fire, rip apart the cots and, following that, anyone he sees.

But no. He lies there for a few minutes, breathing hard, his thoughts racing, his eyes shut tight. He's struck by a series of half-remembered images, by his own understanding that Azeroth is a jewel in a sea of perfect, glittering darkness.

A million, million worlds ...

Yes. Kairoz's plan had been interesting, but limited. He sought to make one world's resources infinite, but Wrathion knows that the universe itself is already infinite. He has seen it, in waking dreams and lucid prophecies.

He can find more people here. More worlds. More tools.

Wrathion's breathing evens out. All was not lost. Far from it, he tells himself. Far from it.

His eyes open, bright red, glowing hot like lava, the blood of the earth.

He notices the cameras, takes in the situation, runs his fingers over the chip in his neck. Fresh knowledge swirls in his mind, and this he truly appreciates, because who would spit on knowing more, on being the granted the capacity to do and make more?

Wrathion stands up, makes a show of dusting himself off. Everything's intact--well, except his dagger, that's curiously missing, but no matter. He adjusts the turban wrapped around his head; its inlaid rubies twinkle, and are cool to the touch. His red sash, filigreed with gold, is tied securely around his waist. His gold earring gleams in the stark light of the Marsiva's deck.

Near as he can tell--and he can tell--he looks fantastic.

Wrathion turns a shark-toothed grin toward the cameras. He opens his arms as though he's the one welcoming visitors, rather than the other way around.]


Greetings and salutations, whomever you may be! I admit, I'm not used to such, ah, minimalist hospitality, but one must do his best to adjust, no?

[It's clear that Wrathion is--physically, at least--no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but he speaks with deliberate, cultured enunciation, like someone who knows he's being watched. Like someone who behaves as though he's always being watched.]

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wrathion, and I hail from Azeroth. I am called the Black Prince, for I am the last dragon of my otherwise tragically doomed flight.

[His smile doesn't move an inch.]

I look forward to making your acquaintance. I'm sure, if we work on it, we can all have a mutually beneficial partnership.
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[personal profile] howcanihelp
Who: Stephanie Amell and Hiro Hamada
Broadcast: No
Action: VR Dome, closed
When: sometime right around now

[ Steffa has been spending a lot of time in the VR Dome since their arrival. Not so much that she wasn't helping where she could with the repairs to the Bishop, but there always seemed to be hands on deck as far as that was concerned, and a majority of her free time was spent reading or just relaxing in virtual recreations of the Circle tower she grew up in.

After all, what better way to remind her sleeping mind that there was not always blood and bodies, that there were no longer blood and bodies, than by spending a lot of time there? Right? So she'd be able to stop having nightmares?

It hadn't actually helped with the nightmares, but she thought maybe it would with a little more time. Until she'd pulled up a workroom today, walked in, and could've sworn she saw bodies in the corner. They weren't there, she had looked and they weren't there, but it had shaken her deeply.

Which is probably why she's currently wedged herself in a corner between a stone wall and a bookcase and has her forehead pressed to her knees, trembling and breathing hard, like she's trying to catch her breath. ]
destinyembrace: (Hiding beneath it all and)
[personal profile] destinyembrace
Who: Crew of the Blue Fish, anyone who's been invited, and any visitors! So basically everyone
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blue Fish, mostly probably in the kitchen and the mess hall because PARTY
When: Today~

[If there's anything this freaking ship loves, it's food. Somehow, a dinner got planned to welcome the new member. And then other people got invited. And then the dinner pretty much turned into a party with a lot of food. Needless to say, Kairi has been very busy preparing food all the day for this.

There's a lot of meat, per the captain's request. But there's also veggies, some fruit, pasta, and even brownies! There are also two pizza pies. Basically, Kairi just cooked a bunch of food and hoped it would be enough, as she had no idea how many people were coming.

SO DIG IN, BLUE FISH AND GUESTS. Also mingle and be social and all that jazz!]
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[personal profile] pirasea
Who: Isabela and everyone ever (or anyone who wants to talk to her, at least)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress, or Marsiva if you can catch her in the brief time before she's assigned her ship.
When: In the hours pre-shuffle and just post-shuffle

[When Isabela wakes up the first thing she does is check for daggers. Which are, of course, absent. She checks both her surroundings and her person.]

Shit.

[Unsurprisingly voicing her frustration doesn't help. There doesn't even seem to be anything she can use as a makeshift weapon. Cautiously, she bends down to retrieve a rather magnificent hat that seems to have fallen off while she was still out. She feels around in that too. Just in case. Any concealed weapons it might have held at one time are no longer there, however.

Is it even possible for her to look any more pissed off? Evidently so.]
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[personal profile] ladiesss
Who: Krista & YOU
Broadcast: Video!
Action: For all library visitors!
When: NOW?

[the fleet's resident, soft-spoken teen goth shows up on screen... backed by several bookcases filled with books! and maybe a couch back there. she waves, awkwardly.]

Uh, hey guys. Good news, the Bishop's library actually made it through the whole space-fight thing pretty well. The electronic tracking system is still down, but that's why people invented pencils and stuff.

[she gives the camera a funny look.] --No, actually, I'm pretty sure it's... the other way around. ... So nevermind.

[she holds up a very... charred-looking book. it had a red cover, once.]

The bad news is that "The Romantic History of the Galactiplastic Sector 9" totally bit it. So, uh. If there was a waiting list, we're gonna have to put this one on hold for a while. Alternatively, if anyone would like to play a little funeral tune, now's the time.

[she just. drops it flat on the floor. it's dead to her.]

So, um, for everyone who doesn't know... Me and a bunch of other people around here have been putting together a little library in the spare room on the Bishop... The ship's still kind of a mess from the fight, but anyone's welcome to come in and read or check out books, or whatever. We take donations and basically whatever stuff people bring us.

And we've got beanbags. And little lights that go "wowowo..." [accompanied with a little finger-wiggle and a totally straight face.] So if you're into that. This might be your jam.

---

[alternatively, if anyone comes to visit the library--it's a personnel room that's been outfitted with lots of bookcases, a couch, a table covered in archival materials, and several beanbags that you can drag around and sit in...

the collection is still small, but there's a little something for everybody! fiction, nonfiction, history, magic, charts, maps, comic books, whatever. Krista's around, probably putting books back on a shelf.]
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[personal profile] mysterzie
WHO "Adra" & YOU
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!
ACTION Starstruck or waystations.
WHEN Tomorrow, April 19th. (Which means post-shuffle.)

Okay, as it turns out... it's really hard to get in contact with people when you don't have their names or their ships or their numbers. But—I'm trying this responsibility thing and I want to give those powers back. The ones I had to borrow last week? But I can't find any of you! Good job. Bunch of winners here.

[ SIGH. ]

Right, okay, I'm not who I look like, either. Not... Adra. Actually asked him beforehand, too, so fuck off about that. But if you gave your powers away last week, that was me. Let's see... Allen, Katara, and, uh, two short blondes. About so-high. [ Yep, there's a motion here for Steffa and Shirley's heights. SURPRISE, SHIRLEY. ] Let me know where you are, and I'll give them back. Like I said I would.

001

Apr. 15th, 2015 04:23 pm
coppermarigolds: (i need three goats and a sheaf of wheat)
[personal profile] coppermarigolds
Who: Aveline and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Pre-Shuffle

Ugh, Maker.

[Aveline is... just waking up in the Hospitality Deck. Hello. She blinks several times, disoriented and feeling rather like she had far too much to drink the night before -- and not even good stuff, but more like something questionable and tainted with rat droppings that one might find in the Hanged Man. She sits up, rubbing her temples for a moment, with her eyes squeezed shut. This is all very... strange. And unfamiliar. And yet... she knows it, too. And that doesn't make sense, not remotely. She stares across the room for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. She touches the augment behind her ear, experimentally, and for a long moment is quiet as she looks around the room, scowling like a thundercloud.

Okay. First things first.]

If someone's there, come talk to me face to face.

[It's not a suggestion. It's an order. She pulls herself to her feet, still frowning.]

open.

Apr. 15th, 2015 05:04 pm
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[personal profile] ex_frolics736
Who: Merrill.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: SS First Breath, whenever.
When: APR 12 - 18.

Oh. Oh dear.

[ Is it a Welsh pixie? It certainly sounds like one. Pointed ears, short black hair, intricate tattoos across the angular plains of her face. But no, despite the accent, Merrill is neither Welsh, nor pixie.

Currently she's balancing on one bare foot, trying to shake something brown and sloppy off the other. It would be easy to jump to the wrong conclusion at first, but everyone gets a dessert when they arrive, so closer examination will make it clear that she's only stepped in chocolate cream.

Though really, how she's managed that is anyone's guess.
]

I am... so sorry. It wasn't something important, was it? Eugh, it's all slimy.

[ Given she took a while to get used to Kirkwall, a couple of days prowling about the Marsiva and her brand new augment really aren't adequate preparation for the sleek metal and digital displays of a spaceship.

Though later, she might be found in Engineering, trying to work out how she knows anything at all about this strange contraption, but also delighting in the fact that she has all this new knowledge, and more right there to learn about. Merrill isn't very good with people, but she loves magic, and to her view all of this technology isn't too different.

Or you can always call her once she's washed off her feet.
]
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[personal profile] mysterzie
WHO "Ino" & YOU
BROADCAST Fleet-wide video!!
ACTION Starstruck for anyone that might look in the cargo bay.
WHEN April 12th.

[ Ino, what'choo doin'? She looks... strained. Stressed, but trying to hold it together. She's sitting in front of the camera, taking a deep breath as if to prepare herself for what she is about to say. ]

Hey, guys. This is really sudden, but I need to ask a favor of anyone who'd listen. It's important! I've got this friend... he's got a huge problem. Back where he's from, some people can hold a lot of powers in them, not magic or anything like that, and they need to take even more in sometimes or they go crazy. Or die.

Does anyone have any powers they could... lend him? He'll give them back, he promises, it's just—[ She reaches up, clutches at her chest like it's hurting her to think about it. Judging by the slight sheen of sweat on her face, maybe it is. ]—he needs help really badly. I'm worried about him, and there's not much I can do...

[ Her head dips, long bangs covering her face before she sucks in a breath, part for the show and part out of real difficulty in keeping herself together right now, before her hand snaps out and she turns off the feed to collect herself. ]
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[personal profile] rogueroyalty
Who: George Cooper and anyone checking the Network
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, Video
Action: SS Golden
When: After the Shuffle

[There's a short pause after video comes up onto George's upper body, seated, the moment where he's working out if this is how it's meant to be, if it's correct, if this is how it works. And then he smiles warmly at... Well, the people? Those he seems to think are listening. It's like scrying, if he'd the Gift for that.]

I can't say I'd been expectin' to wake up to such a thing today, or for as long as I've been alive, but I'm beginnin' to accustom myself to the notion.

[His voice is lowerclass, a sort of faux-brit-possible-londoner-something but it's clear anyway, understandable. Medieval fantasy people.]

I'm George Cooper, newly of the SS Golden, and new to anythin' like this, truth to tell. I was hopin' someone out there might be able to explain precisely what a reality show might be, and what they mean for us to do. Are we travellin' somewhere in particular or is it a jaunt for no particular reason? Whoever went fiddlin' about in my mind didn't see fit to explain how a Player might go about playin' to no one.

[He shrugs goodnaturedly. He might be playing up the dumb city boy angle a little bit, but he wants information, and the non-threatening approach is generally the best.]

Outside of that, it seems I've only just missed a good deal of excitement. Is everyone makin' their way alright after the attack? Ah, and that said, has anyone a record of the appearance of those who fired on us, or was it precluded by the chaos? Might be useful, knowin' what to look out for.


[ooc: info trawling tiiimmme and also bits of this second part got broadcasted as well without his say-so after he put this video up so. If you'd rather contact him over that, there it is.]
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[personal profile] twocomplex
Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
arcanepower: (🙧 held together with string)
[personal profile] arcanepower
Who: Anyone who wants to come!
Broadcast: If you want to.
Action: SS Bishop and anyone present.
When: April 2nd through the 15th, if you'd like! A little fudging with dates is allowed.

[We're not going to talk about tripping balls on April Fools or the inevitable hallucinogenic hangover. Let's talk about... uh... Tadashi's love life. Or someone's choice in fairy lights. Or the fact that there are still freaking ostrich bobbleheads hidden in places around the ship, months later.]
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[personal profile] killedwithlove
Who: Cole and anyone who stands still long enough to be talked to
Broadcast: No.
Action: One ALL fleet ships except The Tourist and The Three Twins
When: During the week.

Cole doesn't like the communicators. He finds it too disorientating to talk to people and have that vast distance between them.

Instead, he's setting out to visit each of the ships and meet the people on board. He likes people and he likes meeting and talking with people and he'd far rather do that face to face.

Don't worry. He doesn't take up much space and he takes up no supplies. He just wants to meet people.

But... he gives The Tourist and The Three Twins a wide berth. Fenris had been very clear that he was not to see Cole again and Cole will respect that by avoiding the places he seems to be.

Anyone from those ships will have to be visitors somewhere else to run into Cole.
merchantprince: (♪ that this is your song)
[personal profile] merchantprince
Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Huntress crew & visitors.
When: The end of March (after dragon stuff I guess?)

[action on the Huntress] )

[video;]

[Varric eventually settles at his desk and turns on the nearest comm console. Honestly, he looks like nothing's changed. At all. But there is a nervous energy in how his fingers dance along the edge of his makeshift desk, rustling some papers.]

Good evening. Did you all miss me? Don't be shy, we have all night. [Is his chest hair visible? Yes it is.]

I think I'm mostly caught up on what I missed during my exceptionally long beauty nap. [His brown eyes glimmer dangerously in the low light.] Something about peasant uprisings and dragons? Sounds like home.
theboogieman: (→ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴀ ɢ ᴇ)
[personal profile] theboogieman
Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♥ lost my phone number can i have yours)
[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds
Who: Robin
Broadcast: Whole Network; Text
Action: N/A
When: Around 3/16

[this world? not really for him. but since Robin is not good at sitting still, and actively moping can only keep him occupied for so long... a text entry shows up on the network!]

Hey, I'm bored. I did some math. I charted out a rough conversion between Earth's calendar and my own world's calendar (which is much more sensible, honestly).

So, tell me when your birthdays are, and I'll tell you what king-sign you fall under. ♥ I'm under Ha'it, the King of Life and Death--which supposedly means I have a knack for seeing the big picture, and my lucky color is gold.

It's just for fun, of course. Who knows if it's actually accurate...
everydayhero: (things we lost to the flames)
[personal profile] everydayhero
Who: Everyone on the Bishop!
Broadcast: none!
Action: Bishop!
When: Anywhere from 3/15 til the end of the month!

[Welcome to the Bishop. We have rave lights.]
save_the_souls: (well then)
[personal profile] save_the_souls
Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Fleetwide, Voice & Text
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: March 13th

[He's sticking with voice today, making sure any video feed is getting a text message that is accompanied with it]

Hello all. I'm Allen Walker, the- [He clears his throat and corrects himself] - rather, one of the Lab Assistants on the S.S. Blue Fish. If you don't usually listen, you may want to- because I'm willing to pay you.

[Yes. That's right. Money.]

Several might have noticed that the medical bays are rather sparse in terms of supplies beyond basic first aid. Atroma says that we can send in requests for medicine, but I'm not sure I'm willing to trust them to have our best interests in mind.

[Weird thing that. But after a moment, he links up a request board database.].

Therefore, I've compiled a supply list of things that'd be useful to have in the medical bays. I know many of you have been doing odd jobs for money, and this is very much the same. You get us the supplies, and I'll pay you. Simple as that. If I get a surplus of any items, I'd be more than happy to share with other medical bays.

If anyone else has things they need that aren't already on the list, they are welcomed to submit their own requests. Though if it's anything not vital to the fleet's health, I do request that the reward be paid out of your own pocket. And if there's anything about a request that seems suspicious, I am allowed to deny it.

Oh, and there's a request list for cooking supplies too - if that's more your thing. [Thanks guys]

Finally, the medical bays are also use fresh blood for the sake of blood transfusions. For people not familiar with the concept, it's a way to prevent people from dying of blood loss.

I'm planning to hold a Blood Drive this Sunday. Any people who donate blood will be given fresh baked cookies and be paid in money or food. I'd also be happy for any volunteers to help with running the blood drive, so please contact me if you're interested! Any vampiric volunteers must be able to have restraint around blood and will not be allowed to sample any donations.

[Which yes, even that last part was said with complete straight-faced sincerity]

Thank you!
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[personal profile] ishere
Who: Tadashi Hamada and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: On Marsiva.
When: 3/10-3/14

[ it's probably unfortunate that the network is left open and broadcasting, because tadashi awakes with a jolt and a gasp and sits up fast in his bunk on the marsiva. he isn't sure where he is, but he knows this wasn't where he was, and it's clear there's some mental scrambling going on as he desperately tries to slot in place the very few pieces of the puzzle he has. ]

Professor Callaghan?

[ had something happened? was this the hospital? ]

Hiro? Guys - what's going on?

[ ACTION: ]

[ and until the shuffle, tadashi will be found... pretty much investigating everything he can about the marsiva. he might not have an engineer augment, but he still finds it all pretty ridiculously fascinating. if he's not too absorbed into whatever he's doing, he's equally likely to flag any friendly-looking faces down.

might as well get to know his fellow... space... travelers, right? (wow, that was gonna take some getting used to.) ]

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