Nov. 13th, 2016

deconstruct: (pic#10330094)
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[ technically, andyr's been here for over a year, and still not properly addressed the network wholesale, as most do within their first week or so. in real time, time he can actually remember, it's been more like four months, but either way, he's only been around on the MIDs when jumping into other posts, yet to actually introduce himself, hermit of a vent crawling stalker that he's been.

and guess what, this still isn't introducing himself. instead, it's some odd wooden token that he's holding up to the camera, two snakes intertwined on it. ]


This showed up in my mailbox. Belong to anyone?

[ please tell him he just ended up with someone else's mail by accident, as otherwise this just feels creepy as all fuck. ]

Or anyone recognize it? Does crap like this happen a lot? [ andyr sighs, flipping the token over in his hand, lips pressed in a line as he frowns at it, muttering under his breath. ] Don't want none of this freaky, voodoo shit.

[video]

Nov. 13th, 2016 01:23 pm
a_shadow: (Pleased)
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[ The video feed shows stacks of boxes—noticeably to the observant, they're white pastry boxes. A hand lifts one of the lids and then gestures at the contents. ]

I don't know who thought I needed thirty-eight dozen donuts.

I'm having them delivered to the mess hall. If you want one make sure and ask—there's plenty available.

text; private; locked to Ryuuzaki;

I took a box of donuts back to your room. I hope I guessed your favorites right.

002;

Nov. 13th, 2016 08:48 pm
culver: sodanielle @ lj (that summer)
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[nill has just gotten her mail and, well, she is pretty underwhelmed by it. other people are getting cool coins and donuts, and all she got were a couple lousy dresses. while she's chosen to wear the latter, she's laid the other out in the grass of the gardens for the MID. it is way too fancy for this ship. plus, it makes her miss heine too much. he was the one who always paid for granny liza to make the dresses, even when he could have used the money on himself. but she can't exactly just give away precious clothing. she doesn't really like the standard jumpsuits, either.

after a few moments, she flips the MID back to face herself. the black dress she's wearing now is a bit simpler (even with its ruffly train), and at least has cutouts in the back for her wings. she activates the text function, cutting the video.]


If someone can turn this dress into something else I would appreciate it.
I am not good at sewing.
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[By now, life aboard the Moira has likely adjusted everyone to a wide variety of strange, unusual characters. Still, with the crew being more or less predominantly human, the space elf who appears on the camera may look more like a fictional character than a real member of your crew. (Like, seriously? Look at that hair of hers. No one actually has hair that nice, do they??) However, she's quite real, as a number of crew members who have already met her can attest. She speaks with confidence and a charming accent.]

Greetings, crew of the Moira. As some of you know, I was among the new arrivals to this ship several weeks ago. However, now that I've learned more about this ship [and she's reasonably confident that it is not secretly owned by the Galra] it is high time that I introduced myself to you all properly: I am Allura, princess of the planet Altea.

[She does her best to smile, albeit awkwardly, as she continues:] However, for the time being, there is little need for such formalities. I will be taking the far more modest role of this ship's Veterinary Assistant. And please be assured, I will show your pets the same attentive care and respect as I do my own.

[But her expression shifts into a more serious one.] ... that being said, I haven't entirely abandoned my previous duties, either. One doesn't merely take a vacation from their birthright, after all.

As such, I would be interested in organizing a meeting with representatives of different groups aboard the ship. Other than humans, many of the races -- and robots -- that I have seen aboard this ship are entirely new to me. And even humans are relatively new to me, rather than an old affiliation of the Alteans. As such, I would relish this opportunity to learn about your kinds, and perhaps to forge new alliances.

[She hesitates for a moment here, as if she's not sure how frank she wants to be about this next part. This seems to be well outside the Empire, but...]

Additionally, if there is anyone -- anyone -- who has previously encountered the Galra Empire -- if you have suffered at their hands, or if your home is under Emperor Zarkon's dominion -- please contact me at your earliest convenience.