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Who: Carol Danvers and you!
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: SS Heron, if you want to go talk to her on the bridge
When: First week of May idk

Good evening, Heron, this is your pilot speaking!

[ She is clearly enjoying being able to say that... and if it comes out in a tone the rest of the Avengers would recognize as "Carol's about to do something dumb in a Quinjet", well, no one here knows to be concerned by that. Yet. ]

And to the rest of the fleet, especially the pilots... I'm actually a fighter pilot, where I'm from. US Air Force, plenty of combat experience, plenty of flight hours in unconventional crafts and in space. So... what I'm saying is, I might have a few tricks these augments won't teach you, and I wouldn't mind sharing them. Hell, I'll see what we can do with the shuttles if anyone without a pilot augment wants to give it a shot.

[ She grins, playful challenge. ] Anyone feel like a race? Let's see what these birds can really do. [ Preferably before they get in trouble again and need to know how far they can push the ships before they break... but she's not bringing that up now. Kind of kills the spirit of friendly competition. ]

Also... I need someone to help me build a breathing apparatus that functions separately from the spacesuits they've got here. There's only so far my engineering knowledge goes, and I'd rather get a second set of eyes on this than find out I screwed it up and suffocate in the void of space. Done it, not fun, do not recommend. [ What? She's not planning anything. Definitely not. ]

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. )

invigorates

Who: the crew of the SS Paisley + any visitors!
Broadcast: if you want dawg
Action: everywhere on the paisley which isn't a whole lot because this crew sucks at upgrades
When: right meow

[ AYY WELCOME ABOARD JASON. ALSO CONGRATS ON BECOMING FIRST MATE JOEL. PUT ON YOUR SWEET HATS WE PARTYIN. ]

[ jk we suck. ]

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?

moonbeams

Who: Usagi
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: Marsiva!
When: Uuuuh till the shuffle!

( Early Video )
( Slightly Later Video / Action )
( Much Later Action )

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?]

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.]

everydayhero

Who: Hiro Hamada
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Waystation/Bishop
When: Sometime after the attacks.

[The video opens on Hiro, who's looking over his shoulder at what... looks like it might have once been the Bishop. It really barely survived that battle. He looks a little exasperated, but not visibly injured--at least not what can be seen of him here.]

So, it looks like we've got our work cut out for us. [he glances back to the camera.] For everybody who doesn't know, my name is Hiro Hamada. I'm the engineer on the SS Bishop. I know there aren't enough engineers to go around for the repairs we all need, so I'm going to offer my services. I know my way around things like this. If you need help on your ship, let me know. If you can't do the repairs, but you can work to get parts, I'll take that in payment.

[he looks like he's about to sign off, but he pauses.]

Oh, right. If you're not an engineer in augment, but you can help, make sure you're pulling your weight. The faster we can get done repairing, the faster we can go back to our lives.

thespaceopera

[according to the scanners, the fleet is hitting some kind of anomaly today... or is it? the electronics have all been acting very strangely today. it's hard to tell which readings are real, and which are errors.

like this reading here that says the temperature is plummeting into the negatives. it doesn't feel cold, does it? and this one saying that life-forms are popping up all over the ship is very strange.

though, then again, maybe you're seeing things. if there is something going on with the electronics, maybe it's affecting the augments as well... because some of these things that you're seeing just can't be real.

or maybe you're feeling fine (you're sure of it) and that crewmate of yours--the one who is sitting in the corner and meticulously wadding up an entire roll of toilet paper--he is the one obviously having problems.

either way, between the electronics malfunctioning and the crews' questionable grasp on reality, it's impossible to tell if the strange broadcast crackling through waves of static is even really happening.]

TEN. NINE. [--the voice is digital. robotic. nothing like the boisterous man's voice that follows]

Am I calibrated? I don't feel calibrated... [more static. hissing and buzzing.]

EIGHT. --No, I can't do that. Just get it done, and-- SEVEN. SIX.

Ha! [he laughs. and a woman laughs along with, somewhere deeper in the interference.] Like that would ever happen. FIVE. ...Yeah, get a load of this guy, right? Classic.

Don't forget to smile, darlin'. FOUR. ...Okay, okay. I got it.

[the buzzing rises. and he suddenly sounds much more serious.] Sure. Whatever you say.

THREE. TWO.

--I hate this part--

(ooc: happy april first, floots. these effects only last ICly for today, but feel free to backtag and whatnot if you come to the party late. feel free to use this post for all reactions, hallucinations, confused broadcasts, checking on your crew, or any other related hijinks. have fun!)

dadlife

Who: Joel and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: 3/21

[The video is... a little awkward at first, but he's not not really used to using technology of this caliber even if he knows what this shit is and already had an idea before the augment helped. He's in a civilian room, presumably his own at this point.

The man on the video looks suspicious, maybe even angry. He's got an intimidating air about him, as if this is just how he is in day-to-day life. Every word he says sounds almost like it's spit. He is clearly unhappy about the circumstance under which he is here.]

Now, I reckon the people in this "fleet" would know the answer to this question. I'm lookin' for a little girl, about 14, with red hair and an attitude. Her name's Ellie. I'm on the--[he makes a face, like he doesn't think this could all possibly be real.]--the Paisley. If you know where she is, tell me.

[Something in his tone says he hopes she isn't, though.

[He doesn't feel the need to give his name just yet. Instead, he goes to turn the feed off, and it takes him a moment longer than others might need to figure out what he's doing before he manages to get it turned off.]

whereivebeen

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Paisley!
Broadcast: anything could happen, I guess?
Action: Anywhere on the ship
When: From the shuffle through the end of the month

[ Well the ship could only stay empty but for her captain for so long. And I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know what happens when these older folks show up and find their ship is captained by a 17-year-old with an attitude problem.

Let the games begin... ]

respired

Who: Koltira Deathweaver
Broadcast: fleet-wide
Action: the Marsiva
When: Early March 17

[The sensation of waking is strange and unfamiliar to Koltira; he can't recall the last time he slept, or even fell unconscious. He rises slowly, flexing his plated fingers. His armor, freshly polished and repaired, gleams darkly under the stark light of the hospitality deck. As he stands, Koltira checks himself for injuries, injuries that were very present at his last recollection. He presses a hand to his side -- nothing. He touches his neck, and finds the recently shredded flesh mostly intact, but he still comes away with a smear of black-green ichor on his palm.

As he fully wakes, the old familiar pain shoots through what remains of his nerves. But he's smiling, sort of. His lips are slightly parted, anyway, showing sharp teeth; the look of an escaped prisoner.

Koltira runs his tongue over his canines. His deep, gravelly voice has an unearthly reverb to it, as though there's a ghost echoing everything he says.]

Whoever you are, my thanks.

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.]

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!

hymnals

Who: Adrasteius & you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: 10th-14th

broadcast;

[Adrasteius is not a graceful sleeper. His small body tosses and turns under the bedsheets, as though he's in the grip of nightmares; sweat makes his lips and forehead shiny. After about a minute of this, he startles awake. Rather than sitting up straight in bed, he instead lies still, stone still, like a rabbit sighted by a fox. For a brief moment, he appears vulnerable, frail, afraid.

But then his expression hardens into confusion and rage. His hands grip the bedrails, and he does not jolt up in bed but rather leap out of it, throwing the sheets back with such violence that they cascade to the floor in one big pile.

Ears pressed flat against the sides of his head, Adrasteius glares this way and that, grinding his teeth. The stark, mechanical design of this new prison reminds him of Tempest Keep, albeit significantly less colorful.

Had he been taken in the night? Bastards.]

Just what the fuck is going on here?

[He bangs angrily on a wall.]

I've done nothing, do you hear? Nothing! You have no grounds! No solid grounds, anyway ...

action;

[When he leaves the room -- when he finds that he can leave -- Adrasteius can be found just about anywhere on the ship, pacing angrily, hissing curses. He's got a better idea of the situation now, barely. First, it's clear that he is on a space ship, but it's certainly not of draenei design. No, this is another set of captors entirely.

If anyone comes within striking distance, Adra will shout to them, demanding to know the identity of their fascist overlords and what makes them think they have the fucking right to just pluck people out of their god damn beds. He has children! He has mouths that he must literally feed! His wife doesn't care to cook. His family will starve.

And, besides all that, it's just not fucking right.]

catamite

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

pocketpal

Who: ELN-1470
Broadcast: Yes! Fleet-wide
Action: On the Starstruck
When: 3/7

[ ELN broadcasts from the control room of the Starstruck. She is sitting on a control panel, because that's the only way she can reach the controls: by walking over them. ]

It has come to my attention that the vast majority of you have - [ a brief pause, a sigh ] - names. Which means that, in the interests of efficiency, I must have one as well.

[ Really, she wants to know what it feels like, to have that kind of mark of individuality. But she pretends at disdain. ]

I do not know how an individual goes about procuring a name. Therefore, I offer the first three letters of my designation - E-L-N. You may proffer suggestions based on those.

thespaceopera

[with everyone's augmentations having returned to proper functioning order, all interference has cleared from the network. Atroma's signal comes through loud and clear, with the usual jingle announcing this week's shuffle uninterrupted. and when it finishes, Diamond's voice rings out with overflowing excitement.]

Fifteen ships! ...Have you all looked out the windows, dear passengers? Have you noticed the way that the Fleet swells with life and activity? The SS Paisley drifts with us now, empty and waiting for someone to boldly take command.

...Will it be one of you? Or are we waiting on the next round of intrepid souls to fill her halls? The suspense is palpable! We're on the edge of our seats, here...

The first fifteen of the fleet are flying, and as a reward, they've all received a little boost. Just a little roomier, a little shinier, just for you.

[and she pauses for a deep, satisfied breath. give her just a moment.]

...As such, there are seven new souls joining our ranks this week, replacing the three that are leaving us. Please make them feel welcome!

The fleet is heading toward a special treat this month, since you've all been so wonderful. We will be stopping by one of the most famous historic getaway spots in this stretch of the system, so take advantage of it! There aren't many of these left in such pristine condition, so don't miss out.

And please behave yourselves. ...Though, I don't need to remind you of that, do I?

[she's grinning when she says it. it's there in her voice.]

Remember, the worlds are watching!

ooc post: → here

dancingmd

Who: Dr. Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now

[The first thing Beverly becomes aware of is how cold she is. Something must be wrong with the environmental controls. She rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. Time to call Geordi-

Suddenly she sits up in alarm. This is not her bed. These are not her quarters. And this is certainly not the Enterprise. A big picture window on the other side of the room, open to the familiar view of a star field flying past, tells her that this is a starship of some sort, at least, though the design is not like any she’s ever seen before.

Reflexively, she taps the place on her chest where her combadge would normally be located. Upon discovering its disappearance, she clutches at the empty space on her uniform. Take some deep breaths. One, two. Okay, what’s the last thing you remember? They were all in Will’s quarters, playing poker, and Deanna was triumphantly revealing a royal flush, then … nothing.

Standing up, she begins to search the area for anything that might give her a clue as to what’s happened. That’s when she finds the communicator, sitting on a small table near her bunk. Tentatively, she turns it on, ignoring for the moment the disconcerting fact that she knows exactly how this device works, despite its obvious differences from Starfleet communicators.]

Hello? If anybody is listening, this is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I am trying to get in contact with my ship. Please respond.

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