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Who: Wrathion; perhaps you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Three Twins, if you want to find him steepling his fingers somewhere and grinning too much
When: N-n-now

[Wrathion can't say he's exactly settled in yet. He's been assigned a ship; he has a position; he's met some people. He's learned a little--some of it interesting (so many different kinds of people already), some of it repellent (some of these kinds ought to wear a little more clothing), some of it merely filed away for later examination. Then there was Belthazar. Not trusting, no, but desperate. The best kind of person to help.

Wrathion's sitting at some table on his ship, looking into the camera, his smile as cheerful and full of teeth as always. Of all the experiences he's had in his short time here, one does stand out as particularly interesting.

That warning.]

My friends.

[Because we're all friends, right? Right.]

A little bird told me something fascinating. He warned me right off the bat about the current population of this Fleet.

In fact--

[Wrathion leans forward, his smile only widening.]

-- he implied quite directly that the lot of you were bloodthirsty murderers. Tell me, is this so? Am I among a congregation of fierce warriors? Of people prepared to kill at a moment's notice--no matter the target?

I should very much like to know.

kindlymeant

Who: Sansa Stark aaaand open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva and the First Breath
When: Action for 24th and 26th, Broadcast on the 24th

( action; the marsiva )
( action; ss first breath )
( video )

I wonder, is there someone I ought to thank for bringing me here?

[ her smile is measured, unassuming, but the airiness in her tone suggests her gratitude is a careful, waiting thing. she does not yet know if this is safe - safer, anyway, would be a blessing of some sort. her suit sits primly on her shoulders, red hair half-braided neatly down her back.

(she had wondered about asking for dye, but there seems no means for requesting, and her red served her well enough in Demeleier. and so far, thankfully, she has heard nothing that speaks of, in whispers or otherwise, of Westeros.

it will do.) ]

My pardons. I understand there must be work to be done. But I am newly arrived, and seek only to better know those that I travel with.

[ she inclines her head politely. ]

My name is Alayne, and this place is like nothing I have seen before - but perhaps some are more familiar. Or, perhaps, you have known this already - being moved to somewhere new, that is. Whether by a means such as this, or something more mundane.

[ her gaze flits away, expression warmed by idle chatter. ]

I thank you, for your time.

detectivewonder

Who: The crew of the First Breath + visitors.
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Aboard the First Breath or in station docking bays.
When: 4/25-4/31.

[Every week, regular as clockwork, Tim has a new plan to up ratings - although he doesn't put it like that to anyone out loud. This week, it's a bonding activity for the whole crew - painting their shuttles bright, custom colors. For his part, he doesn't have a color scheme in mind - he's focused on detail work, adding snarling mouths to their front, and impressive fictionalized kill tallies on their sides. If they might face raiders again, every little thing they can do to make themselves more impressive could coutn for a lot...]

asinisterkid

Who: Jason Todd, and whoever wants to bother him.
Broadcast: None
Action: VRD // Waystation
When: 4/21, in the wee hours of the morning // 4/27, mid-afternoon.

{{ It's two, two, two events in one! The first will be a lovely VR romp through Gotham at night, set up for his new friends, but open to anyone who feels like crashing the party. The second, taking place a week later in honor of Jason's Death Day (4/27), will involve a lot of alcohol. OMG SO MUCH ALCOHOL. And as many fights as he can get away with starting at the nearest Waystation. }}

( VRD shenanigans: PARKOUR! )

( Waystation: Jason will kick your ass as soon as he figures out how to stand up. )

ino

Who: Three Twins & visitors
Broadcast: Probably not?
Action: Three Twins!
When: Late April - Early May?

[ Hello and welcome to the nudist ship. If you're lucky, somebody might be decent when you come by. :) ]

proudlywehailed

Who: Steve Rogers (Winter Soldier)
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden
When: Post-shuffle

[The scene opens on the face of a man who looks to be in his thirties at most, with a short, thick beard and buzzed blond hair. His blue eyes have an icy edge to them, despite being more curious than anything, and he speaks in a low tone.]

... I'm guessing I don't get a choice here. No exits, right?

[At least he seems to know for sure that he should be getting a response.]

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.]

pompous_today

Who: Simon Tam and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, the waystation, idk, you pick a place and we can make it work! This is a catchall for anyone who wants to get to know Simon, especially if you've threaded with River.
When: Through the rest of April

[Video]

[Simon smiles at the camera, before he clears his throat and addresses everyone.]

Ah- hello to members of the Drift Fleet, old and new. I'm Simon, the medical officer on the Bloodsport. It seems that my sister River has been going around and making lots of friends since she arrived here- I would like to speak to and get to know all of you in turn if you wish. I will be here on the Bloodsport and making housecalls elsewhere as needed.

[Action]

[Perhaps he's treating you on your ship. Maybe you visit him on the Bloodsport or run into him at the waystation the Fleet is currently docked in while he scrounges for food and medicine. No matter what, Simon wants to know the people his sister is bonding with. Why not say hello?]

asinisterkid

Who: Jason Todd and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: A few hours before the shuffle.

[ The broadcast begins with a close-up of a man's face, brow furrowed, head tossing slightly in the throes of some flavor of bad dream. His mouth shapes words that could be no and Mom. When he starts to move more energetically, the camera zooms out and pans down, giving the audience a good view of the thrashing and -- yep, that's actual fighting, pure muscle memory and surprisingly good technique, given that he's unconscious. Probably a good thing this guy's sleeping alone, because anyone in bed with him would be being beaten pretty badly right about now. By the look on his face, though, the fight he's dreaming about is one he's losing, no matter how good he might be.

There's a sharp indrawn breath when he wakes up, but besides that, the biggest clue is that he goes perfectly still for a moment. Then he takes inventory, eyes still closed, flexing his ankle to test for the feel of the boot knife, stretching and moving in ways that would let him locate weapons by feel, rather than just reaching for what he should have on him and letting anyone watching know just where he hides the goodies.

...Nothing. He opens his eyes, reaches for the ones that would be less obvious -- nope, even the garrote wire's gone. Whoever searched him was thorough.

Though somehow his jacket's back, and in one piece. Huh.

He sits up, looks around for a minute, and then speaks to the empty air. ]

...Hey, Bats, if this was your idea, consider me incredibly unamused.

[ Or, wait, no, that's not right, there's something... he knows something... ]

Wait, I'm in space?

eternaltool

Who: Jennifer Jones
Broadcast: fleet-wide, audio
Action: Marsiva
When: pre-shuffle

[The audio picks up a deep breath before the speaker finally decides to talk.]

I dunno who all is listening, but gotta ask: what year is this? Not life threatening or anything, but more for curiosity's sake so if you can't tell me it's fine.

Harry, if you're out there, find me. We need to talk about whatever it is you did.

[After a minute of deliberation, she cuts the recording. Yep, your newest security augment.]

[On the Marsiva, she's been awake for a few days now, idly scrolling through this network comm and trying to get any idea of what she's woken up to. All she can come up with is this shouldn't be happening. She should be dead, she should be reborn into a different life.

This is weird.

She wanders the ship, touching along some walls, staying the hell away from other people right now. But if her frie- no that's not quite right. Partner's too professional, he certainly isn't a boyfriend. Comrade. That's a good term. If her comrade is here, then she needs to know and figure out what the hell that dumb dragon kid did. ]

poozers

Who: Kilowog and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Till the Shuffle

[Hey, Drift Fleet. It's Kilowog! Who's that? It's the alien in front of the camera right now, stuck in his superhero-esque uniform, a lantern symbol emblazoned on his chest. He's standing in front of one of the beds on the Hospitality deck. Those watching closely might see that the rim of the bed is a bit damaged. He's a heavy guy.]

Alright, poozers. I don't mean ta' gripe but I got a little problem. An' I don't mean this reality show business—that's a whole 'nother hat. [That's what you humans say, right?] I'll get there.

[Though, honestly? He's mostly concerned the paperwork wasn't filled out right. He's more than okay with having a bit of shore leave after what just went down.]

See, I got a more urgent problem. [He turns the camera to show the door. Then his eight foot tall self. Then the door again. It's pretty clear he is both too tall and too wide to fit through it. He turns the camera back to his face and somewhere in that mass, a brow is being lifted.] Get it? Now, I don't really feel like getting stuck today, so I need a bit of help. Not much, not much, don't worry. [He chuckles and it's low and rumbling.] Just some suggestions will be good. Tried bending over but I got stuck sideways. Thought 'bout just breakin' the wall down but—Well. I'm tryin' ta' make a good first impression.

[He smiles, then leans back.] Name's Kilowog, by the way. Green Lantern. Nice ta' meet ya'.

[ACTION]

[Once Kilowog gets freed from the room, he'll be loitering about on deck, mostly playing with different light constructs. They're all bright green and something of an eyesore. The one he favors the most is a foozball table. Wanna play?]

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. ]

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. ]

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.]

diomedea

Who: River Tam and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: SS First Breath
When: After the shuffle!

[River is eating her dessert and thinking to herself. And then, suddenly, she smiles.]

Little planet, your moon is here. Calling to the home star, zero one zero one, she is safe. He is a small planet but he has so much gravity, he pulls her, safe, safe, sleep now shh.

[And then she looks into the camera with a smile.]

She can dance here, it's safe, far away from the watchful eyes, the sterile hands that grasp and pull. They drag her under, but not anymore. Can't cross the verse, the veil, the plane, like a curtain between the players.

She is safe here, little albatross. She can fly now.

[And then she tilts her head a little and laughs happily.]

Hello!

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!]

heresyandlace

Who: The burrito of death (aka Tek)
Broadcast: Audio, open to the fleet
Action: Bloodsport cargo hold
When: Broadcast day after the attack - Action open all month

[this one is sent in audio only, because goodness no one needs to see his current face--though, his voice isn't right either. it's too light, too delicate, and there is a little too much purr to it. especially without the aid of a video feed, it's hard to tell whether the speaker is male or female or monster at all.

and the tone is nothing but flat.]

Everyone is safe and accounted for? Nothing is entirely amiss? Wonderful.

[he isn't bitter about no one asking about his absence at all. nope. not one bit.]

So, I guess it's about time to start returning to our old routine, hmm? Everyone ready for things to go back to normal? Especially with such a good distraction from our recent little 'vacation home,' I know I sure am ready to forget about everything that just happened.

[this weapons-grade sarcasm could burn a hole through the floor.]

Especially with all of this new spending cash. ...Have you all checked your accounts today? The bonuses are already rolling in.

Isn't it wonderful.

[this sorry creature feels sickened and infuriated and doesn't have the strength to vent it any other way. so, a pissy broadcast it is!

and for anyone wandering the Red Fish any time soon, he can be found actually sitting up now. still wrapped in blankets and misery, but he's at least upright. it's a step.]

realhumanbeing

Who: Steven Universe AND YOU
Broadcast: HECK YEAH IT'S A BROADCAST
Action: Anyone on the SS First Breath, or anyone who feels like visiting!
When: 4/4, around 7 at night!

Hey, guys! I'm Steven, I'm really new here! I was wondering if anyone else here was magic? I mean, I know there's a bunch of warriors here, which is really cool, but I figured I should keep up my magic practice as well. I could do it on my own, but it's way more fun to practice with friends, right?

devilsinthedetails

Who: Cole Turner and you. yes, you. even you over there.
Broadcast: none!
Action: EVERYWHERE except the marsiva obviously
When: April 3rd

[No matter what ship you're on, there is a guy shimmering on it at any part of the ship you might be, not really caring where he shows up because that doesn't seem to matter to him. What seems to matter is that he's looking at a watch and disgusted by what he finds there.]

That's the worst time yet. I used to be better than this. Have I gotten lazy...or dare I say it, old? No, that can't be. I'm obviously just out of practice.

[And unless he's interrupted, he just looks like he's psyching himself up before he shimmers out to the next place, apparently trying to beat his time? idk, demons are weird and really vain.]

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.

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