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[The night has finally come--the Gravity Rush is nearly upon us! What normally serves as a large performance hall has been gutted, emptied of its boring furniture and rigged up into a fantastical mismatch of technology and old culture. No matter where you go tonight, you're encouraged to move around, dance, play games, whatever helps you sleep in late tomorrow morning.

If you aren't one for scurrying around a ballroom all night, there's always plenty of people-watching to do. After all, so many people are wearing extravagant costumes and elaborate masks. How can you even tell who is who? Get lost in a crowd of sequins, chatter with a sun and a moon, or try to beat the guy in the monster-mask at a game of cards. Meet your friends or make some new ones--this masquerade party has begun!]

[[ooc: All sections are up now, have fun! A related ooc post is HERE for any questions or plotting you'd like to do.]]

onlyburnhotter

Who: Yang Xiao Long and You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS wonderduck
When: Now

[When Yang turns on her communicator's video feed, one would assume she is broadcasting from her own bunkroom aboard the Bishop; however, Wonderduck crew members will likely recognize the room as one on their ship. In fact, it's more than likely they've seen Yang coming and going fairly often the past couple of days, as she's been visiting her seemingly unconscious partner, Blake Belladona.]

[After she passed out during the meeting between Blake, Yang, Penny and Pyrrha, Yang had carried her back to Blake's bunkroom on the Wonderduck, and ever since she's been checking in on her. Each time, leaving more and more concerned about the state of her friend. From what she'd been able to pull from the fleet's archives, this kind of thing was not exactly a rare occurrence; yet, it still had Yang worried. After several days of just sitting and waiting, her impatience gets the better of her, and that's what causes her to flip on her communicator and set it broadcast fleetwide. Maybe she can get some answers or find some small comfort from other fleet members who have some experience dealing with this kind of thing.]

Hey everyone...

So, from what I've gathered, it's not exactly odd for people in the fleet to more or less drop unconscious for a little while, only to wake up later a little different.

[A slighly worried look off screen before she returns to addressing the communicator.]

But how long usually does this whole coma-like sleeping thing typically go for? And... when people DO wake up... is it usually bad? I mean, like... do they wake up still as themselves? Or only after something "else" has happened to them?

Am I even making sense?

[That last question addressed more to herself. She sighs, shakes her head. Tries to sound a little more cheery, with only moderate success.]

Anyways, yeah, any advice or answers anyone could provide would be greatly appreciated.

kill_switch

Who: Furiosa and YOU, Furiosa and First Breath, Furiosa and Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Video
Action: First Breath
When: Today

Fleetwide Video

[A lot has gone on lately, many different conversations that in some form or another had Furiosa thinking about home. Even her experience ~~headbutting~~ helping Max took her back, and while she has been in the Fleet for some time now, the curiosity about the fate of those they left behind hasn't lessened. It's been unsaid, and she tries not to worry herself about it since there's nothing she can do, but she wonders. How would everyone fare? Who would take up in her stead? The Wives? The remaining Vuvalini? The past week has made it hard to forget about, so maybe if she indulges in dwelling in it]

[She opens a video, looking slightly worn after the debacle with Max's tooth and her own lingering concerns about home, but otherwise she seems to be doing well.]

Does anyone else wonder about the state of the homes we were pulled from? Anyone ... else ... feel like they're missing out on responsibilities?

First Breath

Mandatory target practice for those who received guns.

Encrypted to Tyrion Lannister

So. You've been busy.

birdsbirdsbirds

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

helluva_pilot

Who: The most daring pilot of the Resistance, Poe Dameron!
Broadcast: Video
Action: if anyone else is on the Marsiva!
When: At this very moment

[He wakes up with a little gasp, immediately alert. Poe's not the world's lightest sleeper, but this bunk is way too comfortable, and it doesn't have the vague locker room smell of a Resistance base or the much mankier version that builds up after living in the cockpit of an x-wing for a couple of days.

Definitely doesn't look familiar.]

Huh. What the--

[This is not the first time in recent memory that Poe's woken up in an unfamiliar place. It's a sad measure of his life that this is by far the best one yet. He's not lost in a burning-hot desert with a pennelx-egg-sized bump on his head and no memory of who he is. Yep, still Poe Dameron, first thing he checks. And he's not strapped to the galaxy's most uncomfortable chair and waiting for the next deeply unpleasant conversation with either an Imperial interrogator or Kylo Ren (jury is still out on which of those was actually worse, he tries to not think about it at all).

So really, it could be a lot worse. Even though there does seem to be something going on with his neck, which is probably bad.

Sit up, look around, look down. Well, he's still got his orange flight suit, insignia and everything, but it's clean. So... that's nice. It's also a giant, flashing, hi, I'm with the Resistance sign, which is--good? Bad?

He slips out of bed and tries the door. Open. Okay. Peers out.]

Hello?

[Yeah, great move, Dameron. Warn the laundry-loving kidnappers that you're up and about. Excellent spy work. Well. Why not.]

Jess? Karé? Iolo?

[Maybe this is just some kind of elaborate prank. Sure, Dameron. And while you're imagining things, how about--]

...Finn?

dontthinkaboutelephants

Who: Arthur
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Red fish if you want
When: Today

[Arthur turns on the video, and it appears he's hanging out in his bunk on the Red fish. He holds up a small moleskine notebook, turning the page to the camera and letting it adjust. On the page is a very neat, realistic sketch of a woman's face, delicate with big eyes and long dark hair. He flips it to the next page, where he sketched a man's face, with bigger lips and scruff around his mouth. He takes the notebook away so the camera can focus on his own face.]

Those are just some sketches of people I know. I was thinking maybe I could try and draw things for people. I can even try for some portraits of people from your home, if you'll describe them to me.

[ooc: The drawings are of Ariadne and Eames from Inception. I really like the idea of Arthur sketching people in his notebook, and I imagine his style of art like sin_repent's version. ANYWAY, feel free to have facetwin confusion with the drawings if you'd like.]

everydayhero

Who: Hiro Hamada!
Broadcast: Text
Action: Bishop, Cargo Bay
When: 3/11, afternoon

sooooo i might have done that "project tunnel vision" thing again. not gonna lie, it was pretty nice. i've been running maintenance so much i was starting to forget what it's like to be making something new.
i've been running around the city when i need money, but it's been brought to my attention that that isn't "socializing".
so
hi, everybody. hiro hamada here. impressionable teenager who isn't getting enough people time and is going to "end up a hermit" if he doesn't say hello to the fleet once in a while.
what did i miss??

fedupwithyourbull

Who: Team PPBY (Closed)
Broadcast: None
Action: On the Starlight
When: Now-ish, probably

( There are no poor life choices happening in here, no way. (RWBY S3 spoilers ahead.) )

achillesheels

Who: Pyrrha and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: on the marsiva
When: now!

[Pyrrha wakes with a start. Stress and panic are apparent on her face, and she needs to take a few seconds to drop her face into her hands so that she can reorient herself and make an attempt at calming herself down. After a few deep breaths and several seconds to try to put herself back together, she pulls her head up and glances around, and then gets out of bed. She knows what a camera feels like, and she knows that there's one there. So, in the hopes that someone will hear her, she speaks:]

Um... hello? I'm not sure if anyone can see or hear this, and I'm not sure what's going on, but... I need some answers. Like where we are now. I'm Pyrrha Nikos, of Beacon Academy. [She pauses, considering what she wants to say next. Her voice grows stronger as she continues, too.] I demand to be released. I need to find my team—I'm not sure if they're here or not, but I need to find them. I was doing something important, too, so I apologize for being unable to stay.

[And for those on the Marsiva: Pyrrha's wandering around, though mostly keeping to herself. When she does approach people, though, she offers a subdued smile and a hello. She mostly wants to see if other people are doing okay, and also being kidnapped gives her something to focus on because people might? Need help. Also, she wants to get to know people.]

invigorates

Who: lioriley and anyone
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the bishop
When: right meow

[ lioriley isn't really one for asking such seemingly random questions to the fleet, but she has no idea who to turn to in her moment of need!

hence why the elf is sitting in one of the medbays aboard the bishop, a set of boots before her. she gestures to them and cuts to the chase quickly; ]

A question, for those that may be familiar with such things:

...How is one meant to walk in these? I had tried them on earlier, but I was met with - ah - well, let us just say that I am not accustomed to such things. If you happen to be though, any input would be highly appreciated. [ lessons in walking in heels even more so, but they can get to that eventually. ]

iwatobi

Who: haruka nanase + you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: vanquish
When: 2.24

[His expression isn't much, but there are hints of hopefulness in his eyes.]

I want to meet aliens. Cute ones. No- they're all cute. So I want to meet any alien.

I like robots, too.

Ah- maybe there are mackerel aliens...

firstrebel

Who: Hera
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: On the station, if you like!
When: Now

[ Hera is seated at a small cafe on the station today, taking a break from the odd jobs she's been doing to earn money. She's got a cup of something hot at her elbow, and she's her usual composed self. ]

So, to those who don't know me, hi. I'm Hera. [ She gives a little wave. ] You might have seen me around, since I've been on the fleet for a couple of months now. For those who haven't, I just thought I should point a couple of things out, since they've been coming up fairly often when I talk to people.

[ She points at her face. ]

I'm green. This might seem self-evident, but I've actually had a surprising number of people point this out to me, as if I hadn't noticed. So I'm telling you now, I've noticed. I'm green. It's genetics, and skin pigment, and I'm aware. I've also noticed that I'm not human - I'm Twi'lek, actually. And - [ Here she points at the top of her head. ] these are called lekku, but you can call them head-tails if you prefer.

Also, in my culture, it's - rude to stare. I know a lot of you aren't familiar with species other than your own, but it can get a little uncomfortable feeling like you're under a microscope.

firstrebel

Who: Hera
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Golden, if you want!
When: Today.

[ Hera has on her best Concerned Mom Look right now. Possibly bordering on her You're All Grounded Look. Good job, guys. ]

Okay, so, I wouldn't have thought I'd need to say this, but please don't try to fly a shuttle by yourself if you've never done it before. I don't care what kind of augmentation you have; reading the instruction manual isn't the same as actually flying a ship in space. It's not even the same as flying in the atmosphere of a planet - space is a vacuum; there's no air, no friction, and navigation can be tricky.

Let's not have any accidents. If you want to get somewhere, or want to learn to fly, please talk to someone with experience. I'll make myself available for lessons. My name's Hera, and I'm on the Golden.

arcanepower

Who: Belthazar and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Bishop!
When: Backdated to Sunday the 17th

[video;]

[Belthazar scribbles something in his journal with a quill pen, unaware that the camera is on.]

Another year passes, and I am still no closer to the answers I need.

[He sighs and leans his head back to stare up at the ceiling. The rest of him deflates against the chair, arms hanging down at his sides. He is really very slight and skinny even if wearing black tends to make him look more adult.

After a moment, he begins to quietly hum a gently lullaby that might be familiar to some.]

[action;]

[Anyone visiting the kitchen will find a boy eating a sweet berry pie of some kind, warm and gently glazed and delicious. Belthazar isn't really the type to announce his birthday or go all out for himself. He could make a six tier cake like he did for Ino that one time, but... no. Too much effort. He'd rather just have some comfort food.

There appears to be enough pie to go around, though, regardless. Food tastes better with friends even if he would rather not admit it.]

theshabbiestofmen

Who: Remus Lupin
Broadcast:
When: January 14th, early evening

[Remus sits on the floor in James' room, back against the bed, holding the communicator in one hand. The other is tangled in his hair; he pushes his hand through the tangled curls again and again throughout this little speech. Still, he smiles pleasantly enough. This first part is easy, after all.]

Right, hello. My name is Remus Lupin, I've been here a few months, and I've noticed a bit of a trend among those taken. There's quite a few of us with-- well, abilities, for lack of a better word. Abilities that most human beings don't have. They vary, of course, but-- it's an odd consistency. I've met more people with magic than I usually do in a year. Something to think on, perhaps.

In any case: even if it's a meaningless connection-- something that has no significance beyond sheer entertainment value-- I'd be interested to hear what everyone can do. Whether you call it magic or alchemy or even if it's-- god, I don't know, if you have a talent for juggling, I'd be interested. I want to know more about what kind of company I keep.

[His smile fades, now, and he hesitates visibly.]

For example, I, ah. I'm a wizard. Wand and all. I can do magic, which means anything from transfiguration to charms to knowing what plants to use to brew a good cold remedy. It's hardly infallible, but it's certainly useful. And, ah . . .

I'm a werewolf as well. The sort that only changes once a month. It's lasted here, but I seem to have control over it. I take quite a few precautions, so-- so it won't be a problem. I'm not the only werewolf here, nor the only other supernatural creature, but--

[He shrugs. His face is pale, now, the little scars standing out sharply against his skin-- but he forces himself to keep talking.]

I'm used to keeping it a secret at home. And I'm sure others are as well. So I suppose this is a . . . a way to let everyone know. Even if they don't want to tell anyone else, they know they're not alone.

[His mouth twists in a wry smirk.]

That, and I'm tired of keeping it a secret.

bludicrous

Who: michael j. caboose + whoever wants to engage this mess
Broadcast: the entire fleet, unfortunately
Action: marsiva
When: now!

[there is a guy(?) in the helmet of a space marine staring into the screen. once he's certain it's on, he backs up, and yeah-- dude is in full armor. given the attire, it might look like he's about to say something serious. and then he actually starts speaking.]

I am on TV! I am on TV! Look! Ah! Hellooooooo! [cue waving his arms around like a fool]

Um!! Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... I would like to thank the academy. And, uhhh, Church. My best friend. Without my best friend, I never would have gotten this far! I would also like to thank Taco Tuesdays. Oh, and that reminds me-- salsa. THANK YOU TO WHATEVER PLANET FOR CREATING SALSA.

The end. Closing time. Good night and good luck, America!

[if your character wants to find him in-person, it's not hard. he's the rather large pile of armor shouting at his communicator, which is placed on a nearby chair.]

invigorates

Who: Bishop crew and visitors!
Broadcast: NO!!!!
Action: On the Bishop!!!
When: JANUARRRRYYY!!!

[ DEAR BISHOP CREW: WELCOME YOUR NEW MEMBERS, BE MERRY, DO STUFF. YEAH!! ]

onlyburnhotter

Who: Yang Xiao Long
Broadcast: Network-wide
Action: Marsiva and SS Bishop
When: 1/08/16 - 1/10/16

A: Arrival on the Marsiva (Backdated to 01/08):
[When the communicator's network feed goes online, it does not show anything at first. Seemingly just an empty cot room aboard the Marsiva. However, after a few seconds, a girl with long blonde hair slowly sits up in bed, rubbing her bleary, sleep-filled eyes. She stretches both arms above her, yawning loudly, and trying to evict whatever remnants of sleep were lingering on her person.]

Bluh. Hope I didn't oversleep. Weiss will kill me if I'm late to the--

[It's then that she takes a moment to look around, still looking half asleep. Slowly, she noticeably begins to realize that this is not, in fact, her dorm room back at Beacon Academy. No, this appears to be something far different. She notices a nearby window, the inky blackness of space stretching far out beyond the glass. She walks over to it, looking outside. She crans her neck this way and that, as if looking for the seam or the border of the set, some clue that this could actually be an elaborate prank. However, she quickly determines that this is all rather convincingly real. Rather than freak out though, she takes a moment, crosses her arms, and even grins a little.]

Well, this certainly was not what I was expecting to wake up to today. Space, huh? I can dig it.

[She spies the communicator sitting on a table, nearby the cot that she woke up on. She walks over and picks it up, offering a wave of greeting.]

Hi there to anyone watching this. All you aliens and space people and whatnot. Um, as cool as this all is- and really, it is pretty cool-I kind of have to get back to Vale soon. Like, right away actually. Got this big tournament that I'm fighting in, and my team's counting on me for the one on ones. So, if we could turn this thing around or if you could beam me back or just do the reverse of whatever you did to bring me here, I'd really appreciate it.

Maybe we can do this whole outer space thing some other time?

B: Arrival on Bishop (01/10):
[From one ship right to another. Not that Yang was complaining. After only a day on the Marsiva, she was already bored. She'd never been one to want to hang around in one place for too long. Unfortunately, it was seeming like this new ship was smaller than the old one. Still, at least it was something new to explore.]

[After the shuffle, Yang can be found wandering around the Bishop, getting the lay of the ship and figuring out all that it has to offer. She can be found in the kitchen, combing through the food supplies or playing with the drink machine's options--she'll be mixing flavors to see what tastes the best. She can be found in the bunkroom, looking a little disappointed with the overall lack of space provided. In the bridge, she'll be curiously checking out all the fancy knobs, switches and buttons. You may walk in on her about to push one or two. In the cargo bay, she'll be ogling the Bishop's shuttle craft, wondering how easy it would be to take one out for a spin. Not like she exactly knows how to fly one, but how hard could it be, right? Finally, she'll find her way to the armory, inspecting the various weapons that it has to offer. Sadly, discovering that she'll likely not find any good substitutes for her ember celica here.]

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