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Who: Ino and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Three Twins
When: Now

[ Here's your friendly neighborhood blonde ninja with a BURNING question for you all. ]

All right, I have to know. Why is it that people say "tuna fish" and not just "tuna"? You don't say "cat mammal" or "eagle bird". You just say the name of it. Even with other fish you don't do that! Why do people say "tuna fish"? It doesn't make any sense.

Is this some kind of weird English thing?

ino

Who: Ino and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Three Twins only
When: Tonight!

[ action only -- for anyone who might be keeping an eye on her while she's been unconscious ]

[ It's been a few days, and while she's been asleep, a few strange changes have occurred ... her face and hair a little longer, her body a little more filled out -- so on and so forth. A couple of days is no time at all when you're busy remembering a whole year or two worth of memories!

But tonight is when she suddenly groans and moves to sit up a little, face in her hands for a moment as she rubs her eyes. ... And then she's looking around. ]

... Wait. What?

[ broadcast; ]

[ A somewhat familiar -- but a little older looking -- blonde appears on the network. She takes a moment to fix her hair before she speaks. ]

Well ... hi again, everyone. I guess I'm back now? Super weird, but what else is new, right? -- Did I miss anything exciting?

ino

Who: Ino, Stefan, & Nightingale
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes
When: Tonight!

[ Poor Stefan. Poor, poor Stefan. One way or another, Ino has decided that she wants to learn how to cook Stefan's favorite dish, whatever that might be ... and so here we are, with her more or less bullying him into the kitchen. ]

Okay, okay, so what's your favorite thing to eat? Or maybe, like, something that's really popular in your country?

ino

Who: Yamanaka Ino
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: Today

[ The camera is pointed at everyone's favorite (or, you know, least favorite) blonde ninja, and she appears to be sitting amongst some plants. Guess who's already gotten sick of the pollution on the planet?

If you guessed Ino, you would be right.

But the air isn't the only thing she's sick of. If you know her well, you know that the expression on her face means she's ready to rant about something. And here she goes: ]

All right, look. I tried to be nice about it, and respectful of the local culture and all that, but I just can't hold it in any more!

Doesn't anyone else just think these stupid masks are the most hideous thing you've ever seen?

I mean, I get that they serve the purpose they're intended to serve, which is keeping everyone from dying slowly, but come on! They've clearly had time to start thinking of them as a fashion accessory, because they're decorating them now. So why can't they make the general shape of them a little less, well, ugly? Even if you cover it in diamonds and pearls, it still makes you look like some kind of creepy weirdo that skulks around in alleys. There's got to be some kind of technology somewhere in the universe that can combat the pollution and not look like something you found in a dumpster. Right?

[ She huffs, folding her arms across her chest. ]

Anyways, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the garden, where I can actually breathe.

theroadwarrior

Who: Max "The Fool" Rockatansky, "Furious Roadmom" Furiosa, Dr. Black-eye Bev, and Ino-think-this-is-a-good-idea
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Closed to Dr. Beverly's super secret doctor chambers (aka a medical bay)
When: TODAY, WEDNESDAY. The 16th. Not quite the Ides of March. Remaining Ides of Max.

... The thread log in which Max punches someone in the face.

Warnings for panic attacks, traumatic flashing back, and other PTSD-related symptoms of "nofuckingthankyou"-ness.

Also potentially graphic dental work. Or an attempt at it. An attempt is definitely gonna be made.

This is Peggy's fault probably.

eyeforaneye

Who: Uchiha Sasuke+victims
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: Now

[text]

I have thins to say. [ Many, many thins. ]

Violence is normal. And that's not all. If your perception of your own relaity involves limitations stopping your goals... alter that perception. Don't make an excuse. Don't be nice about it. Just change reality.

And I fixed one of those blenders. And I'm not as weird as people think I am. Fuck you all.

[ Really, there are three people to blame for this utter travesty. One of them is Sasuke himself, obviously. One is Obi-Wan, who'd supplied the alcohol that had gotten Sasuke into this state. The last one is Ino, who thought challenging Sasuke to drink would be a fantastic idea. ]

[action]

[ He can be found in various places on the Huntress and in varying stages of inebriation. Trying and failing to cook something edible? Check. Lying in his room staring at the ceiling in the dark? Check. Still in Obi-Wan's room challenging either Ino or the Jedi to an arm-wrestling contest? Probably.

This is what happens when you've never drunk before and weigh approximately nothing. ]

[closed to Ino and Obi-Wan]

I'll take another drink when I finish this text. [ So he says to Obi-Wan and Ino while staring intensely at his communicator, clearly thinking the rambling of an absolutely insane seventeen-year-old is something the fleet needs to be subjected to right this minute.

Also, he can't even remember whose turn it is. Or what the rules are. Or if they're still playing a game that isn't just 'get drunk and die in a ditch'. ]

ishere

Who: Tadashi Hamada (

ishere) & Ino Yamanaka (

ino)
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Three Twins and other places, probably.
When: Backdated like a month. :')

( it's a sappy log yo )

ino

Who: Ino & you!
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide
Action: Three Twins, if you want
When: Today!

[ The video feed opens with a very irritable-looking blonde. She pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment, summoning the will to not just scream at everyone over the network ... and then there's a very long-suffering sigh as she looks up at the camera. ]

All right. Fine. I shouldn't have to say this, but since apparently some of you have serious issues and don't understand how creepy and perverted you're being, I'm going to.

I'm sure most of you remember the media files we got after that whole episode with the Marsiva. If you don't, everyone had some files uploaded to the network that were ... things from their home world? Things they might like? I don't know, something like that.

Anyways, I don't know why people keep nosing around in my file, but whatever. You're curious, I get it, they're public files, whatever. But whoever started PASSING THE DAMN THING AROUND to strangers needs to find a hobby. And stop before you send it to an actual child's mailbox! It's inappropriate!

[ She huffs, her fists clenched at her sides after that little bit of ranting. ]

And for the record, no, I don't enjoy that piece of crap, someone from my world happened to write it, and I guess Atroma thought it would be funny to give it to me.

Just -- find something better to do with your time, all right? Don't make me hunt you down. [ Is there a way to do that? She has no idea, but she'll act like she does! ]

ino

Who: Ino & YOU!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Possibly
When: Today!

broadcast;

[ Ino pops up on the feed, looking as peppy and cheerful as one can when you're on a snow planet and you're apparently eternally cursed to wear sandals. She's got a certain purple scarf and a big cozy-looking cape on, though, so she's probably not TOO cold ... ]

Hey guys! Hopefully everybody's having a good time now that we're finally off the ships!

[ She's definitely thankful for the fresh air, anyways ... ]

A couple of things:

If you don't have a coat already, please get one. I'll show you where to get one. I might even buy it for you, if you're nice to me. Especially if you're going up into the mountains. Just ... don't make yourself a frostbite patient, okay? There's mittens and scarves and stuff, too. Boys, I promise the girl you like will be more impressed with you if you stay alive than if you try to act cool and end up losing a couple fingers.

That being said, make sure you have your communicators on you at all times in case you get stuck somewhere, or end up getting injured on one of the hunting parties! Someone will be able to find you and bring you back to safety and medical care.

Aaaand finally, I've already been looking around, but if everyone could do me a favor and keep an eye out for any plants or seeds we could add to the garden, that would be great! The more stuff we can get growing, the prettier -- and more helpful -- the garden on the Iskaulit will be!

All right, I think that's it. Thanks guys!

[ She waves, and the feed cuts out. ]

action;

[ And after she's done making that broadcast, she'll be out and about at some of the local shops, trying to finish up her Christmas shopping. Don't you dare peek into the bags she's carrying, or she will end you. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE. ]

mikangirl

Who: Nami and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport/Waystations
When: 6th December

[So she hasn't actually used these to make an announcement of her own since she first got here. She doesn't think Luffy even knew many people, he wasn't here long enough, but. You know. Just in case.

Besides she has another question which she's just gonna focus on.]

If anyone met Luffy, I'm pretty sure he's gone home, or... wherever people go when they vanish. I guess he didn't meet with approval or something. [So flat. To be honest, if she was sure he was going home instead of back to wherever he'd been stuck, she'd just be relieved. But there's nothing she can do about it either way.]

He left me a gift, though. Ah. [She holds up her palm and opens it to show a small scattering of seeds.] I grew up on an orchard back home, and these are... well. They're from my favourite fruit. So I'd like to grow it, but that's really kind of difficult in space. You need a lot of soil for a mikan tree to grow in, y'know? So if anyone has any advice or shortcuts or magical interventions, let me know. I can try a few different ways. Asteffiel, I don't... can you work from seeds? So that's one option.

I don't even know if I'll be here long enough to watch them grow, but it'll give me something to do.

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[If anyone wants to hit her up on the Bloodsport, she's just lurking in her room and feeling sorry for herself. For like a few hours. Then she'll just say hell with it and go shopping - she takes the distraction option and hit up the nearby waystation. She hasn't had a chance to shop yet, and it's great therapy. Besides, she can think of at least one idiot who could use some new clothes.]

effluent

Who: Sarah Turner and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Golden
When: 12/06

[as the video flickers on, a blonde teenager stares intently at the camera before she flashes a toothy smile and leans in closer]

Aaaand there we go. Testing, one two-- [she taps the camera twice and grins a little wider as she hears feedback from her own device]

Is it too late for a Wizard of Oz reference? Because we sure are not in Kansas any more. [her left hand reaches up to fiddle with a strand of her wavy blonde hair as she looks up, past the camera]

So tell me if I leave anything out, because here's what I've got figured out so far. We're on Survivor: Space Edition, with just a dab of Star Travel mixed in for flavor. And I'm guessing instead of getting voted off the island, we get jetted off into space? Man, and I thought human reality TV was vicious. Turns out aliens are the real assholes.

[but despite that she laughs a bit at her own joke and turns her full attention back to the screen before she continues]

I guess the meet-and-greet comes next. Hey, I'm Sarah. [she wiggles the fingers of her right hand in a half-hearted wave] Nice to meet you, blah blah blah. While we're on the subject of introductions, I looked through the contestant list, and you guys have some wild names. Special shout out to "Belthazar" and "Adrasteius"... I can't tell if your parents were huge nerds, or if they just hated you.

So! Who all is out there? Don't be shy, I don't bite... much. [aaand yep, she accompanies that with another shit-eating-grin. She'll also be lounging around the Golden's kitchen area... Draped forward on the counter and snacking on her free pudding. Such a class act, this one.]

shoujoreject

Who: Qing and anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva's hospitality deck
When: Now

[It's amazing, how immediately things can change. How much can be lost in the span of a few eyeblinks, a whole walk home, a night of normalcy swirled in the realms of "probably" and "who knows". It permits the growth of terror in an individual, waking up in an unfamiliar place that feels like a hospital - simple metal walls, painfully clean, full of just the barest attempts to make it feel livable. It doesn't take long, fueled by that very same terror, to want out.

His only help is the familiarity of the qipao - not that he would have fallen asleep in the dress, he's sure - and the pair of hairties resting next to his communicator. Did someone drug him? There's no chance to be sure, though... they would have to, wouldn't they? Between the communicator mysteriously at his side and the faint feeling of something tugging at the back of his neck - the not-so-faint rigidity of something there when he reaches back to investigate - it seems clear. What isn't, of course, is why.

Why is something he won't find the answer to in a strangely-comfortable bed inside a metal box. So he does what he must - gathering what shreds of courage he can and sitting up - only to find the sight of a place that provides no comfort in spite of its attempts at amenities. When he speaks, the tone is soft and high, almost unequivocally feminine.]

... What is this... place...

[The question is asked to the open air and his arms wrap around his chest for a little warmth. His eyes widen when his gaze settles on the windows - the view of the open space beyond them - and he can't seem to look away for the longest time. This isn't possible. It can't be possible. The shock is clear on features far too smooth, too young for his age, wide violet eyes trembling a little in the very, very visible struggle to compartmentalise terror. Red hair hangs down to nearly his waist, furthering the illusion of femininity and adolescence.

Getting up almost too quickly, the wrinkles of his dress smooth and fatigued legs creak under him, but he ignores all that to move, to find someone to talk to - some answer to what the hell is going on. Anything to dim the fear that's still burning in the pit of his stomach.]

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save_the_souls

Who: Ino & Any Friends of Ino
Broadcast: None
Action: Iskaulit!
When: 9/23

[So it's Ino's birthday! Anyone who is on good terms with Ino would have received an invitation to attend a birthday party for her on the Iskaulit. I assure you, it was mostly Hiro's doing. Or anyone else involved with the party planning. ]

[Sure enough going to the appointed time and place will indeed lead you to a birthday party! There's a giant banner saying so and everything. Not only that but there's delicious food thanks to Belthazar, music, and other assorted party things.]

[In other words? ITS A MINGLE. Feel free to stop by, socialize, not socialize and hang awkwardly in a corner, gate crash, mooch food or anything else you can think of! ]

geonomy

Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]

theboogieman

Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.

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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."

he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.

so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:

a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)

on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]

thespaceopera

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

And then, the proximity alarms begin to blare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

huaaaaagh

Who: Kazuto Kirigaya and [insert your name here]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today / Sept 4

[Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings is not new for Kazuto, but in the past it's been quite a different experience. It's not an MMO this time, which is what catches him off guard the most. He can tell immediately, even with a simple glance around- the world is too real, too detailed. (Just in case, he tests a few menu-summoning gestures, but no dice.)

Waking up in a hospital-eque area makes him think that something went wrong with his last MMO dive, but that isn't right. He clearly remembers being safe and healthy the night before- they'd checked him out at the hospital before he'd gone to Sinon's. So... what? A kidnapping? Some kind of experiment? Something about this place doesn't feel right, and there's information slowly filtering into his head that doesn't make much sense.

And then he goes and looks out a window. Yikes.

He spends some time wandering, quietly observing, though there isn't really anyone to observe- computers, broadcasts, machines, yes, but people? The place is pretty deserted. It's eerie and uncomfortable, and he gets totally lost before long. Finally, though, he puts to use the knowledge of the broadcast system that is inexplicably in his head now, typing out a message.]

Is anyone out there available to answer some questions? I don't understand what's happened to me.

[Yep, that sure is a message. Which... is probably gibberish to anyone who doesn't read Japanese. Someone should probably let him know about the auto-translate not working on text.]

noncriminal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

merchantprince

Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Thursday afternoon

[video;]

[The feed opens with a glorious shot of a gold-embroidered scarlet tunic-- a nice, slow pan across the gently furred planes of a man's chest, the brassy necklace resting across his collarbone, the dip of his throat--

-- and then he punches the camera upward.]

Ha ha, all right, you've had your fill. Stubborn metal piece of shit. [Varric looks none-too-amused.] Just tell me who took all my wine and maybe, maybe I won't tear the walls down.

[He leans back and rubs at his face. While he's usually pretty sharp and charismatic, right now there's a glimpse of how tired he is.]

Something tells me I'm gonna need it after you all tell me what happened while I was--

[A pause. He glances offscreen, takes in the sight of the stars and the hospitality deck of the Marsiva. Kidnapped three times? Really? What the hell is his life?]

-- somewhere else.

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