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Who: Beverly Crusher, Ezri Dax, James Kirk, Leonard McCoy, and Pavel Chekov - and you, should you like to stop by!
Broadcast: video
Action: Málum
When: April 5

[So Beverly may or may not have taken a few tequila shots. And she may or may not be quite drunk and affectionately effusive about... everything. Thus she has something Very Important to tell the Fleet, which she does from inside Málum with some of her Starfleet companions around. Thankfully, one of them is holding the camera or this feed would be a lot more intolerably shaky.

It's also one of the rare times you'll find her in her Starfleet Uniform.]

Today! [Beverly claps her hands together.] Today is an important holiday back home - First Contact Day! It marks the time when humans finally launched the first spaceship powered by warp drive and that was also the same day we met the Vulcans. [She frowns, her thoughts coming more slowly than is usual.] I don't think we've had any Vulcans here in the fleet, unless it was a long time ago before I came. Which is really weird when you stop to think about it, that there's been Humans and Cardassians and Trill but no Vulcans. Or anybody else really. Vulcans kind of look like elves so I've often wondered if maybe they are but just so many universes removed that it's not quite the same.

[Clearly someone is giving her A Look from behind the camera and she points an admonishing finger at them.]

I'm getting there! [She straightens up and pats her hair, getting back into "lecture" mode.] What probably many of you don't know, is that I saw all of this, first hand, the last time I went home. You see there were the Borg - only we're not going to go into them because this is supposed to be a celebration - and they were trying to go back in time to ruin the warp ship so the Vulcans wouldn't come down to see us so of course we had to go stop them even though we're not supposed to time travel - and for good reason too, it's a pain in the ass. One time Mark Twain followed us onto the Enterprise and it was this whole thing though I guess it worked out all right in the end because then he wrote A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court so that's good. And he really was very nice and understanding of why he couldn't tell anyone what he saw.

[Another pause as she tries to figure out why she started talking about Mark Twain. Ah! Right!]

So anyway we had to go back in time to stop the Borg and so we met Zefram Cochrane who invented the warp drive and he was completely not like any of us expected and you know, sometimes they say you shouldn't meet your heroes? We'd all been taught about what a great genius he was, and that's true, but I guess they didn't really want to mention in the history books that he really liked to party and building the ship wasn't some noble, selfless endeavor to advance science - it was a difficult time in human history, and he needed the money. But that's the beautiful thing isn't it? People are complicated and may not always be what you expect but they still can do great things. And that's really what First Contact Day is about, celebrating the amazing things we've already done and the things we'll do in the future too. Together.

[This nerd, y'all. You should come party with her.]

huaaaaagh

Who: A well-balanced party- AKA Kirito, Asuna, Nightingale, Opal, Jayden, and Nami
Broadcast: N/A
Action: One of the underwater ruins
When: During this month!

[At some point after getting Nightingale to stop screaming, a proper party is assembled! They've got everything: tanks, mages, DPS, puzzle-solvers! This whole dungeon crawl should be a cinch, right? It's not like any of them have a tendency to attract bad luck or sudden disaster.

H e h. Good luck, nerds.]

(( if none of the below thread mingles satisfy you write your own i'm not your mom!!! ))

robitussin

Who: opal, nightingale, and you
Broadcast: video!
Action: on the pathstone
When: now!

[When the feed turns on, it’s focused on... so many Christmas sweaters laying on a bed. There are more, hidden beneath those four and out of view of the camera; from what can be seen, it looks like there are at least three or four more. The camera swings around to two girls, one of whom has the most deadpan look on her face.]

I officially hate sponsor drops. I want none of this.

[The other one just looks kind of confused.]

I’m pretty sure this is another Earth reference or something that I’m missing here. What the fuck is wrong with Earth?

[It earns a snort out of Opal.]

There are many things wrong with Earth, and all of them are a long story. Don’t worry about it. Anyways, the point is that someone should come here and take these away because every single one is kind of the worst thing ever? Save us.

Either that or we can throw them out into space. That’s an option too. There’s a sun nearby to hurl these into, right?

[She sounds dead serious about this.]

...Maybe we should at least see if anyone wants them before we toss them into a sun? [But, she smiles.] I am totally saving shoving them out of an airlock as a plan B, though. Thank you for that.

[She glances back at the camera for a moment, though, giving the feed a Look.]

Seriously, though, get these far enough away that I never have to see them again.

[ooc: blue is opal, purple is nightingale!]

nowyouseeit

Who: Kuroba Kaito and YOU!
Broadcast: Video - Fleetwide
Action: The S.S. Blameless
When: Today! (Oct. 21)

[VIDEO]

Oooooi! Anyone out there?

[the video feed flickers on to show a scruffy looking teenager casually strolling down the scorched hallway of the S.S. Blameless. he's covered in confetti, bits of colorful paper nestled in his hair and flaking off his shoulders, and he looks pretty unfazed, all things considered! in fact, he's got his communicator in one hand and an open, half-empty pudding cup in the other. someone has decided to help himself to the celebratory treats, because why the fuck would he not?]

Nice ship ya got here, yeah? Reminds me of something straight out of a cheesy sci-fi flick, heh. Could use a li'l bit of work. . . [he tilts the communicator so the video feed pans to the black marks on the walls] I'm not sure I wanna meet whatever or whomever did that, but hey! At least your lives seem-- uh. Interesting.

[the feed pans back to Kaito, whose demeanor is still totally casual and not at all concerned about his potential safety in the future]

Anyway, I haven't got a clue who I'm talking to here, but who doesn't like to meet new strangers in space who may or may not be human? [his grin widens, cheeky and a bit sly, but he really does enjoy meeting new people] Whoever happens to get this, give me a shout, all right? Name's Kaito-- Kuroba Kaito, but just Kaito's fine.

[he's not really one for formalities, after all. after a brief pause, the teen raises both eyebrows, and his words suddenly thicken with forced niceties. starkly different than his genuinely cheery introduction earlier]

And if any of you watching this just so happen to know a redheaded woman who goes by the name "Iota," please let her know that Kuroba Kaito would like to have a little. . . uh. Chat with her.

[another pause, and for a moment it looks like he's about to cut off the feed, when something suddenly hits him]

By the way--

[the feed pans lower to show a ton of pudding cups tucked underneath Kaito's arm. a ton of pudding cups. possibly all of the pudding cups that came with his new arrival, tbh]

I'm keeping the pudding. Finder's keepers!

[and the feed ends]

[ACTION]

[anyone on the S.S. Blameless can find Kaito wandering about the above mentioned hallway! he sure is scrutinizing those burn marks, brows furrowed, expression curious. wtf even happened here. . .]

experiencepoints

Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.

[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.

Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]

monolike

Who: Sorey (

moonlike), Mikleo (

nerdeology) & YOU!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius’s surface, scattered
When: 9/6 thru 9/10

[Some people are saying that Solrius is cursed. There’s a powerful storm moving around, with wind that screams and tears roofs from houses, rain that floods roads within minutes and lightning that ignites voracious fires which devour acres of forest. Some people can hear the beating of wings and roaring. Some people even swear they saw a damn dragon breathing fire and ice.

Fewer in number are reports of a boy with the dragon, but when questioned, nobody could say what his face looked like.]

(( Please see the OOC post for details! ))

thespaceopera

[Somewhere, someone finishes deactivating yet another little hacking device on their ship... And wouldn't you know it, it is enough that the devices' collective hold over the network finally falls apart! Having so many disruption fields generated across the Fleet were what had allowed the devices to be as powerful as they were, so now that enough of them are removed--

After a rather ominous popping sound, a storm of ear-splitting static descends upon the passengers from every speaker, on every console and communication device in the entire Drift Fleet. That's all there is for about half a minute, until something filters through the noise--the stuttered snatches of a robotic voice that has been heard on a few occasions in the past.]

--ESTABLISHED AND LIVE. REPEA... CONNECTION EST-- ...AND LIVE.

[Following that, somewhere behind the worst of the noise, is an even more familiar (and much more human) sounding voice. Even through the static, the sound of surprise in his words is clear.]

Did you hear... Where--is she?? Adjust ...the tracking!

[The static increases to a point that threatens the integrity of the speakers before abruptly dying away. For a full minute, and then two, there is nothing but dead air (save for maybe the ringing in your ears). When the silence does finally break, it's with a cheery little jingle that will be familiar to many passengers.

Friendly as it is, though, it pales in comparison to the female voice that follows--veritably glowing with the sound of a smile.]

My dear passengers, it has been far too long! I have missed chatting with you so very, very much.

[Ah, yes. That's Diamond, all right. Her announcements are usually chipper, but this time she sounds relieved to even be speaking to someone.]

Let me first thank and congratulate you for fixing the awful problem that has been keeping us apart. I knew you were clever enough to figure it out! I have been trying to communicate with you all in what ways I could, but it just hasn't been the same...

And now there is so much to catch up on, I hardly know where to begin...!

[In fact, it sounds a little like paper note-cards are being shuffled around in the background.]

Oh, we've noticed that there are a lot more animals on the ships than there were the last time we checked in! You all must have been very busy on that last planet... [A stinted laugh.] As such, we have opened a special little deck of the Marsiva just for you; please do make use of the facilities available there. After all, happy and healthy animals test well with all age groups and interest boards.

And before that, you visited... [She pauses, oddly, before continuing.] ...Ah, I've been asked to remind you all to please not interfere with delicate equipment--including terraformers--in the various locations that we visit. Audiences... Well, they don't like it very much when you run off and dig into things so far outside of the scope of their interests. It's not very good for your ratings.

[Though, anyone who has been paying attention to the ratings and cash bonuses they got around that time might have reason to believe that Diamond isn't being entirely truthful there...]

We will be approaching a new Star System in a matter of days, so we'll be sure to check in and catch up with you all again soon. We are so happy to be back, and your audience is no doubt thrilled to find out what will happen next!

So until then, dear passengers, remember: the worlds are watching!

[...And finally, the broadcast goes silent. The channel is still open, but no one is speaking, and there are no further noises or indications that anyone is there.

Congratulations, everyone. Thanks to your hard work, the Hosts are back!
OOC post with more information: here.]

brainiest

Who: Hermione Granger & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Vanquish
When: 10/08

[ There's a bit of movement as the feed comes on, and there's a flash of orange and a quiet 'meow' before Hermione actually gets the camera to focus on her - and she's smiling, a little shy but still there. She might have been used to making broadcasts in the Drabwurld, but things feel a little bit different here on the fleet - and a lot more public. ]

Hi. So, my name is Hermione Granger, for anyone that doesn't know, and I was hoping to start a sort of... Greenhouse, for all of us to use, for herbs and plants for the labs. I just wanted to see if anyone had anything that they wanted to grow there?

[ She stands up, moving to one side before she turns the feed, pointing it down at her desk where there's an odd assortment of seeds organised into little pots, all with neat labels and ordered into fewest to most, for those that care. There's a garden there already, but having one entirely dedicated to herbology might be useful. ]

I have a handful already, and I think I can handle setting things up with a bit of transfiguration, but if anyone had some ideas or wanted to help I'd be more than happy to listen. It won't be on the Vanquish, of course, but somewhere on the Iskaulit for anyone to use... Eventually. I'm not entirely sure how long this sort of thing might take to set up, honestly. I'm hoping to build a little potions room, too, if anyone's magical like me.

[ ... At least she has dirt, literally, from the planet? ]

Anyway! Thank you, for listening, and let me know. Thank you!

huaaaaagh

Who: Kirito, OTA
Broadcast: Y
Action: SS Paisley
When: Today's fine!

( video )

[The view switches on to reveal Kirito in the Spriggan avatar, crouched low with the camera tilted up towards him. Looks like it's on the ground.]

Okay, I'm using the comm so I have a record of what this looks like. I tried to encrypt it to make it private, but that's not my augment, so who knows if it worked. Feel free to ignore!

[He finishes fidgeting with the comm, tilting it at just the right angle, then disappears behind it for a second before reappearing at a distance, one hand lifted above his head.]

Þeír hræða nótt dýpt, renn helvegr!*

[As he begins, the full spell materializes in front of him in gold text and rotates around his body; when each word is spoken, it flashes white and vanishes. Once the full incantation is done, his body is consumed by a tornado of dark smoke, obscuring him from view. There's a muffled roar, and a burst of fire immediately following, and suddenly the room rumbles, knocking the comm off-balance.

When the smoke is clear the only thing visible is the cargo bay ceiling. There's a moment of scuffling and an "ow, geez!" in the background before finally a thumping of footsteps, heavier than someone ought to have with Kirito's stature. Through the smoke, one might catch fleeting glances of curled horns, dark fur, and glowing red eyes.

When at last he speaks, his voice is oddly distorted, something off about it.]

Whoa, okay, uh- crap. ....Paisley crew? Maybe don't go to the cargo bay for a while...?

( paisley )

[Anyone who happens to feel like wandering into the cargo bay despite his warning will find a ten-foot-tall hellbeast hunched over in the corner trying (and failing) to look inconspiculous, chanting quietly and looking kind of pathetic, appearance aside.]

[*Kirito's spell is Norse. Meaning, "Frighten them, depth of the night, and chase them along the roads of Hell."]

winn

Who: Winn and you!
Broadcast: y!
Action: on the Tourist!
When: August 2nd

[ some of you may have noticed that winn has been uncharacteristically quiet for the past...16 days. he's not really sure how to address the elephant in the room - he knows these two weeks and change have been hard on the people he loves but for him it's like no time has passed and the dissonance is hard to bridge.

it's a good thing he has a not at all unhealthy coping mechanism set in place. ]

You know, if we're entertainment on a reality show, the least they can do is give us like a recap - you know your basic [ in a tv announcer impression ] here's what you missed on the Fleet - or - last week, on the young and the Drifting - [ he rubs the back of his head before shaking it ] Well, maybe talking about the 'least they can do' isn't such a great plan...first order of business - what'd I miss? Second order of business - if you or anyone you know has ever fallen into an unexplained sleep here or at any other kidnappy world - I'd appreciate it if you'd answer a couple questions, they're a text attachment at the bottom. Sorry if it's been done before, I'll gladly take a link to any previous research as well as fresh data. Third order of business -- hi. [ he gives the camera a little wave and a nervous chuckle ] Um. Yeah, I'm, I'm fine, I should've opened with that but if you know me the order isn't really gonna surprise you that much and if you don't you're probably really confused right now and looking for the off button - it's to your right, right on top, there you go.

That's it, I guess....good morning, Drifters - don't forget to drink your coffee! Winn out -

[ except he's not all the way out. hank and cisco each get the following message to their personal numbers ]

I need to discuss something in person. My place? [ he can't really leave kitty yet ]

robitussin

Who: opal
Broadcast: y
Action: she's on the pathstone if anyone wants to chat in person
When:

[hello, drift fleet. this message begins with an image, zoomed in on one of the adorable fluff slugs that can be found on the planet. after it's shown for a moment, the feed switches over to text.]

i can't believe a slug is this cute. i can't believe i bought a pet slug. disgusting

anyways opinions:

he looks like a salty to me but also naming a slug seems weird. it's a slug. maybe i'll just call it "slug"

y/n

robitussin

Who: natalie goodman
Broadcast: yes
Action: she'll be on the planet and the pathstone if anyone wants action!
When: 6/27

so i passed out for like literally a week and apparently woke up in hell because i went to check out this new place and everyone keeps trying to hold my hand

question 1: why

question 2: what did i do to deserve this

discuss

experiencepoints

Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video to all
Action: On the Bishop
When: Now!

[When the video starts, Nightingale is just facing the camera, sitting in her room. Her fox is circling her, like it's demanding attention, but she's just ignoring it. Notably, the fox is also wearing a little purple party hat.]

So... As of yesterday, I've been here for a year.

[She pauses for a minute.]

A year by my world's calendar, not Earth's. Earth's calendar is stupid.

Anyway, when you factor in the time I spent at my last interdimensional shithole, it's been about a year and a half since I've been home. I know there's a lot of people here who have been gone a lot longer than I have, but... The homesickness just doesn't get much easier, does it? I'm even starting to miss the shitty fast food place right near my place.

Shit, I'm even starting to miss the last interdimensional shithole. At least there we had a purpose, even if the place sucked. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that we're not having half the people here getting killed once a week, but... There's no goal here. We just try to get nebulous 'ratings' to win at a completely unknown 'end'. We're being fucked with constantly, and...

[She has to take a moment before she continues, taking a deep breath. Then she lifts the camera, turning it around, to show a large crate on the ground, opened. There are: A large pile of party hats and poppers, several rubber snakes and small stuffed birds, and below that, quite a large number of what look to be glass bottles. (Of course, every single thing is purple.)]

That got a lot more depressing than I meant it to. Anyway, since I've been here for a year, I got this from the 'sponsors'? The drinks taste like shit, but they're strong, so... If you want to get nostalgic and talk about your homes or whatever and try to be less homesick, or if you just want to get smashed, I guess, party on the Bishop. Everyone's invited, and people from that shitty castle have drinks reserved already.

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?

robitussin

Who: natalie goodman
Broadcast: yes!
Action: on the pathstone, if you want to know why she's up at a ridiculous hour of the night
When: 5/25 during an aforementioned ridiculous hour

we're still stuck on this poison shithole and everyone hates it so let's talk about something that doesn't 100% suck for once okay?

what's the first thing you're going to do when you make it home and out of the void of space

passingthrough

Who: Kitty and all the people of fleet!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Windrose if you want
When: At some point before the masquerade

We have a masquerade coming up, and I was bored so I thought I'd mettle in people's lives for my own amusement. First, the disclaimer, there is nothing wrong with going to a dance solo.

Now, for anyone else, who wants a date?

Sorry, not me. Taken. But there are probably some of you out there thinking a date would be fun, and sure, why not? So speak up. Let's make some love connections. Or, you know, awkward dancing connections. I'm a mutant, not a miracle worker.

(OOC: Please feel free to threadjack.)

experiencepoints

Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video and audio
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Now.

[When the video feed starts, it displays a large room inside the Iskaulit, covered in snow and... dog toys. A lot of them, actually. And there's a single fox romping around in the snow, as well.]

Hi, everyone. It's Nightingale. This post was just to say that the fox park on the Iskaulit is now finished and open for anyone to come let their foxes out to play, since they probably need to, and this is obviously not a good planet to bring pets to. On a related note, if I find out anyone's bringing their foxes down to poison planet down there, I'm going to punch you as hard as I can.

[The video then cuts out, without ever actually showing Nightingale, but the audio keeps going.]

... And on an unrelated note. Can anyone tell me about weird physical transformations happening here? Do those happen often? Are those related to our augments? And how long do they last?

experiencepoints

Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide
Action: Empty room aboard this Iskaulit, if you're looking for her
When: now probably

[The video feed this time just shows a fox poking its nose into the camera, before Nightingale manages to pull it back.]

Hi. So, I understand a lot of people got foxes back on that snow planet from last time. And, the other day, it was brought up to me that it might be a good idea to make a little fox park of sorts on the Iskaulit. A place where the foxes can play with each other, and people who don't have foxes can come try to play with them. I've got a bunch of books from that planet, too, to figure out what foxes need and how to best take care of them.

Problem is, I don't even know where to begin making an area like this on the Iskaulit, so I need help. How to get things like dirt and grass up there, for one, since we'd need a green area like that for them. And we'd probably need things like toys or burrows, so... Anyone who's willing to help make this thing work, I'd like to ask for your assistance. Once our accounts are all fixed, I can offer payment, too, if that helps.

Any other ideas to make this work better would be good, too. I have to admit, I only have a vague idea of what I'm doing, but it seems like a park for these little jerks to let out all their energy would be something a lot of people would like.

arcanepower

Who: Belthazar and open!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now

[video;]

[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.

He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]

He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!

[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]

Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--

[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]

universal_charm

Who: Jim Kirk & the good people of the Fleet
Broadcast: Video
Action: The Marsiva, Hospitality Deck
When: Now until the next shuffle

_{[ The feed pops up everyone will be greeted with a combination of fluffy, tousled golden hair and very angry looking bright blue eyes. There is a faint flush to his cheeks with make his few freckles stand out and his normally expressive mouth is set in a thin line.

Captain James Tiberius Kirk is not a happy man.

But then you might not be too if you had found yourself waking up and staring at a ceiling that was definitely not your ceiling on your ship, and definitely not in your bed. While the last part wasn't necessarily strange for him, the fact he did not remember getting there and that he did not have a partner last night was. That this was all happening on what was essentially the maiden voyage of his brand new ship on his brand new mission just made this more irritating than laughable.

On top of that, he could tell... something had been done to him. He wasn't quite sure what, but something, he could feel it on the back of his neck, and that was disturbing him far, far more than he cared to admit aloud. ]}

To anyone who can hear or see this - my name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk, of the Federation Star Ship Enterprise. I don't know what it is you think you're doing - and if this is some kind of prank, it's a damn poor one - but I would greatly appreciate an explanation and to be returned to my ship immediately.

I would really hate to start off on a misunderstanding, after all.

_{[ He flashes a smile now, as if to smooth things over, but there's a tightness in the corners.

The missive given, he'll be exploring what he personally thinks of as a rather large holding cell while he waits for a response, curious as to if he's alone, who else might be here, and if he can find out anything from the ship itself. Where's a terminal so he can poke at it? ]}

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