driftfleet | Entries tagged with the iron bull

Who: Winter & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Places!
When: 4/19

A;; Fleetwide Broadcast

[ The first thing that happens is the audio clicking on, the sound of a communicator topping off a surface, quickly followed by a low string of Russian curses. A short moment passes before the communicator is picked back up and switches to video. A very familiar face shows up, especially since there are already two of him present, and he looks pissed. At least it's at his circumstances and not anyone in particular? ]

Can't a guy just tend some goats in goddamn peace? Guess the saying's right- no rest for the wicked.

[ He clears his throat, glancing at his surroundings. ] I need some things cleared up, starting with the most important-- Who the hell's got my ship? Second, how long was I fucking gone, and where the fuck are we?

B;; Iskaulit

[ It’s been a few days since he’s joined the ranks of the Huntress, though admittedly, he won’t be there long. Still, it’s hard being cooped up on an unfamiliar ship and inevitably heads toward the Iskaulit. He can be found in various places easily enough. The gym at various parts of the day, though mostly in the very early or very late hours, the mural during the afternoon, or the space bar having a drink. It’s two in the afternoon? What of it??? Or whenever! ]

((ooc: let me know if you’d like to make our TDM threads canon or continue! ))

C;; Wildcard

[ Throw anything else at him! I’m game. ]

outstandingbalance

Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Vanquish
When: now or later

[Natasha's face appears on the video, looking tired but focused. Thoughtful. She also looks like the image she presents, insofar as she can control it, is intentional. She's in her quarters, but the camera is angled to reveal little aside from a blank ship wall and the edge of her bunk behind her face and shoulders. There's no fumbling.

When the video starts, she flashes a slight smile.]

As announcements go, this one's a bit late. As of the end of calibrations, I've been the listed captain for the Vanquish.

[It's not an announcement that comes with any pride, or any sense of authority.]

It has had me thinking. I know different ships treat the titles differently, take them more seriously—or less. Most of the time it hasn't mattered to me all that much.

Not like there's any qualifications for it.

[The 'but' in her words is heavily implied in the pause that follows, the slow way she sighs through her nose.]

I've been wondering lately how people would like it to be. If you had a say in it—hypothetically unless you're my crew I suppose—how would you like captains to treat their job? And what would you say their job is.

[She leans back a little, visibly waiting for a response before the video cuts out.]

poisontippedcure

Who: Rose and You!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Marsiva Hospitality Deck.
When: April 1st.

( once more, with feeling )

passingthrough

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Nah!
Action: B'lire in the Drisdim-3 System
When: March 11 to April 5

[Live that Gaston lifestyle, but maybe less French.]

(OOC: System Info.)

postocular

Who: Red Fish Crew & You!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Red Fish
When: March

Time to get your post-Calibration mingling on!

gotitmmrizd

Who: Lea and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Tourist
When: After calibrations/a few days after

Broadcast

[After waking up in what is apparently his new room, he spends only enough time to figure out if he's some sort of prisoner before he decides he can just sort of ask people what is up here. Because yeah he's gotten some explanations but it's one thing to show up right when there's dream rooms and then suddenly arriving here. Like nothing happened.

And so there's a red head on the screen.]

Hey, so should I be expecting the waking up in different places every few days thing to happen all the time? Because that's one I can do without. Weird though it might be I like having a consistent place to sleep in.

[He shrugs and smiles.]

Anyway, the name's Lea. Looks like I'm stuck here now and I got assigned to be on the Tourist.

[He fishes some extra confetti out of his hair.]

Nice greeting though. Buuuuut I'm not volunteering for clean up.

Tourist

[And then it's time for him to make himself familiar with his new ship. He's been on ships in the past when visiting other worlds but this one has a different layout. Almost like he's in some kind of maze based on how cramped it feels. Though he appreciates the high ceilings. That's a bonus when you're tall.

But expect him to poke his head in basically every room at least once. You can't get to know a place if you don't at least see what's in a room, you know. And maybe he's a bit nosy too. It's a bad habit of his, one he's never really bothered to break.

Just don't mind that he looks almost suspicious being a guy in a long black trench coat though. He's fine. Really.]

Iskaulit

[Honestly the same happens with Iskaulit. If he sees a door then he pokes his nose in. Though in this case it's more because he's finding that there's so much going on that it's easier to become lost. Sure he could focus the whole attack stuff he remembers going on but honestly? He's going to keep himself out of trouble until he knows what is going on. That world order stuff that he's been learning about. He doesn't know what goes on with this one yet and he's been disarmed.

It's crazy.

But yeah. He's a little lost on such a big ship and so the best way to get unlost is to start memorizing landmarks. Shipmarks in this case. So please don't mind him as he goes poking his nose around here too. He's just curious.]

unspangled

Who: Steve Rogers (AU) + Open
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Marsiva; Around the SS Heron
When: February 26-28; March 2, post Shuffle

[ The Marsiva ]

[ This is not the Steve Rogers you are looking for. Unsettled, in completely unfamiliar surroundings, he spends much of his time lurking in whatever corner he can find, listening in on snippets of conversations that don't involve him simply to try and figure out what happened. Where he is. He wanders what limited space there is, exploring the confines of this strange vessel, making a mental map of where things are.

He does not voluntarily initiate conversation with anyone the first day, only taking care to note where the washroom is, where the recreational areas are, where he can find food. It's not until the second day, with the same faces and same smells and the same sense of solidity that Steve lets himself believe, just a little, that this might not be a HYDRA plot. That he hasn't been captured and dragged back to Siberia for reconditioning. That this isn't a complete mindscrew. Possibly. Hopefully.

Maybe it's shortly after that potential revelation that Steve starts looking for somewhere he can get a drink. ]

[ SS Heron ]

[ And then he wakes up on a strange ship for the second time. Because nobody seems to know what moderation means. Can't a guy be kidnapped in peace? Can't he have more than a few days to get aquainted with the idea of extraterrestrials and game shows and how GOD DAMN BIG space really is? No? Well, fine then.

The confetti burst outside his door is just adding insult to injury.

Pudding isn't the worst thing he's ever eaten, though. And he can't taste anything really off about it. (Like mind-altering or sleep-inducing drugs). That's a plus. So the next logical thing to do is explore this ship. You know, in case he has to break out of it in a hurry. For reasons involving intergalactic kidnapping. And other things. ]

fantachetic

Who: Dorian Pavus & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Malum
When: post-shuffle

[ It's been quite a while since Dorian made a public broadcast, but all things considered, someone should do it, and why not him? He's nice to look at, has a way with words, and in a thoroughly bad mood. Still, no one would be able to tell with that public mask he has.

The feed opens up on a booth at Malum, A close-up of Dorian and his glass of wine. ]

For those of you who have somehow not noticed, a great number of our own have left this cold, dismal place that has yet to reward us for their invasive and cruel treatment of us. [ An elegant eyebrow raises and his mouth draws into a line. ]

The most appalling is their lack of proper spirits, however, this will have to do. The very least we deserve is a decent meal and a proper, stiff drink- perhaps twenty. It is an insignificantly small mercy that the ones who are no longer with us don't have to suffer the Atroma and their churlish silent treatment.

thespaceopera

[In the very early hours of January 20th, as the Marsiva and her captives drift nonchalantly through the depths of the universe, there is a call. Every single personal communicator and console springs to life, spitting out a stream of indecipherable static and showing only gray snow on screen. It continues like this for a few seconds longer, going black and then going staticky, and then the signal switches to the encrypted channel generally used for speaking to the Interceptors when something big goes down.

This is a little more successful. The voice may be familiar to some, at least through the static.]

Zhade here! I trust I ███ your attention? I'm having some ██▓▓ble ██tting through. Some of the ░▓██▓█ are missing. I can't ░▓▓▓ read on their loc█████ns. [A particularly long burst of static.] ███stening. I'll s█▓▓█ more inf██▓▓▓▓▓█ I get it.

Stay sharp! [There's the sound of someone actually doing the fingerguns wink noise, and then static.

Any messages sent back won't get through, and Zhade isn't there to answer.]

[ A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. The style of decor resembles that of the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck, if any passengers should remember what that's like. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well, all clean and chrome.

Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers. It's time for round three of calibrations. ]

[ This mingle will cover all non-calibration room interactions. Please continue to come back to it for the duration of the plot! You are, of course, free to post any other mingles/posts/etc. that you'd like. ]

ananym

[ there's a pretty vampire, looking into the camera curiously before speaking. ]

I have been meaning to ask. Is there anything that you have learned here that has changed your lives?

woodcarving

Who: Magnus and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The planet/the SS Vanquish
When: The last day or so before drift

( ss vanquish )

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[video; after shuffle]

[The screen is a little uncomfortably close to Magnus' rugged jaw as he tries to find a good angle for this thing. Finally he figures it out and sets it on what appears to be a wooden table, somewhere-- a café? Or maybe just a really stylish kitchen? It's hard to tell from the background alone. Magnus dominates most of the view even with personal space taken into account, and half of that is probably sideburns.]

Um... hail and well met! This is kinda weird and... definitely new, so I'm not totally sure you can see me? But uh, hopefully you can hear me. My name's Magnus-- Magnus Burnsides. I have a really, really important question to ask.

[A beat.]

Okay, two-- no, three questions? Actually, wait... you know what, I'll just stick with the big one for now.

Are you absolutely sure that the people who kidnapped us aren't in the really big ship everyone wakes up on? Because it seems to me-- we've got a bunch of ships, and we can probably steer them-- so, it seems to me like we should be able to get onto it somehow and poke around.

Has anyone tried that?

winscenario

Who: James T. Kirk
Broadcast: Network - open to all
Action: all around the SS Red Fish + SS Heron
When: Right now, and throughout the following week

NETWORK BROADCAST ▹ VIDEO;

[ Jim's staring seriously at the camera as the broadcast begins, concern visible on his features. He might be easily recognizable to most everyone on the Fleet, but as soon as he starts talking, it will become obvious that he is not the same man, or at least not having the very same memories. Not of this place, that's for sure. ]

My name is James T. Kirk. I'm... not entirely sure how I got here, but for what it's worth, I'm one of the new arrivals.

[ He presses his lips, glancing around. ] This isn't the first time I've been brought to a universe other than my own, but I was wondering if anyone else here has had a similar experience. Coming here from a place that's not your reality of origin.

[ A pause, ] Specifically, has anyone here heard of Riverview, or the Quarantine?

[ He can't help a hopeful look. A familiar face, any familiar face, will be welcome. He's looking for a specific one, admittedly, but he's not holding his breath on that one. ]

Thank you in advance.

ACTION ▹ SS RED FISH

[ Once he makes that broadcast, he'll be exploring his new location, so he knows what he's dealing with. He can be found roaming the ship, poking his head into all the nooks and corners, and possibly trying to sneak his way into off-limits locations, if there are any. Stop him getting into trouble, or help him? Or just come say hi to a not-quite-new face. ]

jolting

Who: Victor Frankenstein and You!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: S. S. Heron
When: Now and possibly a few days after for his crew to drop by and say hi

Video
[Victor finally changed out of the striped suit he'd been wearing when he arrived. Not knowing if there was a proper medical uniform, he went with blue scrubs. Seemed like a safe bet. His hair is still darkened, since he didn't want to waste resources getting hair dye. And he's already made himself at home in the Heron's sick bay]

So I finally made it onto a space ship. I want to be excited about it. We're going to be out there exploring new worlds, discovering new life, boldly going and all that. And yet... [He sighs] This isn't really how I thought it'd go. Though if this is some ridiculous reality show, it would figure that they did it this way. Increasing drama, I guess.

Crew of the Heron, I'm your new medical officer. Or doctor or whatever it's called here. I'll keep my office hours flexible if you need anything. I've heard a lot of stories about living and working on a star ship. In spite of everything, I'm looking forward to it.

Action

[And with that, he sets about cataloging all the stuff in the sick bay so he knows where all the medicine and equipment is. He doesn't know whether or not any of his new crew will come by, but he'll keep the door open for them just in case]

feelslikequiet

Who: Cullen and... you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, various
When: Early October

Video;

[The man in the video looks exceedingly uncomfortable, right from the get-go. Just because on some strange level this broadcasting thing actually makes sense doesn't mean it makes sense. He rubs at the back of his neck with one hand, clearly a nervous gesture, and clears his throat before finally getting on with it. And doesn't actually look right at the camera, because that would be too much like admitting he's actually hoping for something to come of this.]

...right. Hello out there, I suppose. My name is Cullen, and if that means anything to any of you out there, I would appreciate hearing from you. More than I can possibly express.

To anyone else out there, I-- It's a pleasure to meet you. [He pauses, realizing the absurdity of that statement.] ...in a way.

Action; Alloy Lake

[Cullen very much appreciates a bit of peace and quiet when he can steal it, although the opportunity so rarely presents itself. There's always some report or drill or crisis needing attention. For now however, short of the vague notion that he's got to find a way out of this madness and back to Thedas, there's finally a chance for a break.

Find him seated on a rock at the side of the lake, away from the vacationers, just staring out over the water.]

Action; Iskaulit

[Since he hasn't yet found the Interfaith Centre in his wanderings, here he is, kneeling in the Meditation Room. The candles scattered around the room and the general air of peace had reminded him of a Chantry, enough that when only a very small number of people remained, he'd taken the opportunity to recite a piece of the Chant of Light. Threnodies, to be specific.]

There was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be....

ginger_firebird

Who: Mantis and All

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Bishop

When: Today

It’s not the biggest box in the world, but the overall size suggested at least a few items inside. Mantis took it up from the cargo hold after recognizing his own name written upon the delivery slip. He appears in the broadcast feed as he makes his way to the bridge. The feed bobs as he walks and the box itself floats in front of him as he turns it over trying to find out how to open it correctly.

“Not used to things like presents. I think this is one of those legendary sponsored gifts, or maybe something from a fan.” He turns his head to the feed and shrugs. “I doubt it will launch any hazardous materials in my face, so why not?”

The bridge of the Bishop comes into view and he finally hones in upon a latch and succeeds in opening the box. Confetti pours out initially and he pauses, camera feed and all as he pulls out an item wrapped up in yellowed newspaper. He lifts his mask slightly out of the way, revealing the downward curve of his mouth in the process. The scars pull in different directions as he holds the item close to look at the printed words.

“This is from my planet. The year… The seventies?” The mask slides back into place and he gently pulls at the paper by hand. It tears here and there, but gives way easily.

Mantis gasps loudly. It’s a gas mask not unlike his own, but sized for someone far smaller than him. The box and feed stop still as he stares at the smaller gas mask. He falls to his knees, taking the communicator and the box with him. There’s a bit of static as the feed corrects itself and shows that Mantis’s hands are shaking as he runs his fingers over the mask, touching the lenses in particular. Then he looks to the fallen box.

He sets the small gas mask gently upon the floor and pics up two other items from where the box had fallen: bundles of brightly colored and patterned fabric that had been folded up. Mantis sits cross-legged on the floor and slowly opens them up. He makes a choked sound at the back of his throat. The first bit of cloth reveals a necklace made of cord with a wooden charm shaped like a lion. The second is a necklace decorated with several small and sharp teeth. At last, his head turns back to the communicator and the feed re-orients itself as he sets it right. His breath comes out in short gasps that seem to send shivers down his whole body.

“I- How did they…” His voice cracks with a sob. After taking a deep breath, he manages to whisper: “Why did Atroma do this?”

rebuildyourruins

Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the Blue Fish and surrounds
When: now

[When Thor woke up this morning to a trashed room and a communicator blinking stubbornly with unread messages, it took him a few moments to really ... parse it all. The lingering grogginess didn't help matters - and where that came from, he has no idea. Looking at the date on his communicator only further complicated things.

So it's with a definite air of confused irritation that he opens this feed. He has all the grace of someone who took a bad nap.]

All right. Three questions - how long have I been out, who destroyed my room, and why are we parked in the middle of a garbage heap?

[He did take some time to look out the window. It's not a good view.]

necromanswers

Who: Lup & OTA
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Heron, SS First Breath (a bit), Planetside
When: today & throughout the event

( a; arrival on the Heron )

[Lup's arrival on the bridge, confetti and all, is as much a shock to her as anyone else who might witness it. For a moment, she's just quietly stunned.

And then she lets out the loudest WHOOP her lungs can muster and goes through the very strange process of experiencing the ship:
1) she does, like, seven cartwheels in every hallway
2) she just starts touching stuff. walls, consoles, cupboards, furniture. life is so tactile!
3) she finds an actual real live person and grabs their hand immediately to shake
4) she flops dramatically on the nearest bed or couch, regardless of whose it is

She does every single one of these with a huge, shit-eating grin on her face. She has a body again! Holy shit, it feels amazing! It's time to party.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE GREAT, RIGHT]

( b; First Breath )

[Her time on the First Breath is brief, and she tries to time it in a way that Taako won't be around for it, but that doesn't meant that other residents won't spot an elf sort of sneaking around the kitchen and down the hall one day. Catch her, if you can! Those who have already met Taako might notice that she looks exactly like him.

She'll be leaving a fancy new wooden spoon behind in one of the kitchen drawers before she goes.]

( c; text & voice broadcast )

this is a test, looking for some intel. I need to know two things:

1) when you read or hear these words, can you understand it, or is it just static?
2) if you experience static, is it every word, or just some?

GRAND RELIC. BUREAU OF BALANCE. PHOENIX FIRE GAUNTLET. VOIDFISH.
IPRE. LIGHT OF CREATION. HANGING ARCANEUM. THE HUNGER.

GREG FUCKING GRIMALDIS.

[She repeats the full message verbally, and then, after a pause-]

Sorry for the noise if all you get is static, spaceballs. I'm just trying to do some science.

[Weirdly enough none of that should be static for anyone- except for 1 specific person, of course. Sorry Taako.]

( d; planetside )

[Lup's priorities are thus: 1) scrap the heck out of everything useful that she can get her hands on, and 2) FIGHT ALL OF THE THINGS.

She can be found digging her way through piles of metal and parts, elbows deep into whatever might be useful. She won't touch the piles that look like actual garbage, but appliances, vehicles, decor and kitchenware- she's all in. Even if something looks broken, she gives it a considering look before adding it to her "keep" pile; after all, magic powers can fix a lot of broken stuff. Want to come and help with the dumpster diving? She seems to be an old pro at this.

She can also be found signing up for as many gambling arena tournaments as she has time and spell slots for, both the solo fights and the partnered ones, or just fighting against monsters. Are you joining the fight, too? Because she's looking for a good, tough-looking (or at least deceptively strong) scrapper to join her! Let's go punch some aliens! She's been isolated for far too long, and she's eager to give her long-dormant power a solid test-drive.]

theirondragon

Who: The Iron Bull and EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Hell yes!
Action: If you want to happen upon him at space bar, which is where he's making this broadcast, you know what? Go right ahead!
When: Mid-Day; Today like earlier today :)

[Those who tune in to the network right about now are greated by the Bull's smiling face. It's his customer service face, but nobody besides Cyril and Leilani have ever hired his guy around here, so they're probably the only ones who realize that. He's got a full mug of ale sitting beside him and...a...notebook?]

Hey, everybody, and...uh, you guys at home too, I guess. [He clears his throat.] Okay, so we all know that we're being recorded to entertain people, right? And we all agree the Atroma are dicks, but did you know the people who watch us can send us letters? There's this how little kiosk thing here on the Iskaulit, and some people sent me some stuff.

[He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.] I mean, it's creepy, shit yeah, it's creepy, but it's sort of better, seeing people say stuff about what they're seeing on this...uh, show thing. They're real people, you know, and uh...a lot like fans of other stuff. Anyway, I was gonna respond to some stuff, maybe make them feel like we care too, you know? I don't know, it sounded good in my head, anyway.

[He picks up the notebook and clears this throat before reading this first one. Bull's not usually a man who knows shame, and he's not exactly bashful about this one, it just makes him a little uncomfortable.]

( It got kinda long... )

[He pushes the notebook aside, finishes his beer and waves someone over for another before taking a breath.] So, that's it. If you want more, write more in, I guess. [And he makes a wave at the camera.] Talk to you later.

(OOC: Thanks to everybody who sent some fanmail his way!)

whatisright

Who: Justice and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Blameless and Iskaulit
When: After the glitches kick in.

[Video & Blameless Action, Day 1 of glitching]

--Gone, vile thing. [The communicator turns on as it's thrown against the wall. Loyalty the pygmy snow leopard paces in front of the camera, making loud unhappy noises and largely obscuring the vision of what's going on inside Justice's room (for it has to be Justice's room with Loyalty, right?). Justice's voice sounds different, so much so that it's not immediately recognizable, but it echoes strangely. When the camera can see past the pacing legs of Loyalty, it doesn't focus properly on the person standing in the room. It's like the camera can't quite register that there's a person there at all, but there's definitely an outline there, and it's definitely glowing blue.]

Muire! What did you do?

[Iskaulit Action, Day 3 of glitching]

[For those who don't know much about Justice, it's not clear that this is Justice. The spirit glows blue all over, and it wears ancient Tevinter armor that obscures its face entirely. Looking at it directly may provoke a headache--there's something about it that seems fundamentally wrong, like it's not supposed to be there, and if one looks at it long enough, it may start changing shape to better reflect the observer's vision of justice.

It is also incredibly tense, and its sword is drawn. It turns to the observer quickly, and in an androgynous voice, it says,] Speak, mortal, and tell me where I am.

[Iskaulit Action, Day 5 of glitching]

[It's official. Loyalty is literally the only indication that this is the same person anymore.

Justice walks the Iskaulit with Loyalty at heel, but this Justice looks nothing like people are used to. For one, this Justice appears to be a woman. For two, she has different armor, one that's older and sleek and resembles elven work with a long hood over her head instead of a helmet. Long, pointy ears are occasionally visible under the hood, but she's hidden her face with a scarf that hides everything except her eyes, which seem too sharp to be entirely human or elven. Her skin still glows blue, and she walks with a sword at her hip, and when she speaks, her voice still echoes, though it's considerably more feminine than usual.] Where have the dreamers gone?

[Some may recognize that she's speaking in Ancient Elvish, but the augments automatically translate her into Common, so does it matter?]

[Wildcard - Meet Justice on any day]

reconstitution

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Heron
When: Now

[ When the feed turns on, it's a view of Bucky's quarters, minus the man himself. The communicator is propped up on the desk, and there's a small, muttered curse as the feed shakes. He still doesn't pop up in front of the video, but Bucky's voice is a little quiet as he speaks. Almost like he's standing outside the door. ]

All right.. I know I don't make these often, but I need to formally address the Atroma...

[ Aaand he steps in front of the feed and is... a lot smaller than he should be, and has such a big scowl on his face. ]

Seriously!? What the hell?

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Lily #1 (Intro)

B'lire Game-wide Mingle

Red Fish Mingle!

Arrival time

Mission 01: Action

second spell ☠ video & action

the white noise is deafening silence

[ video ]

to adventure!

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[action/broadcast] I don't know how you were inverted

video.

at least she didn't set the ships on fire

broadcast | video

As an empire of dead men leave their graves

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