thisavrou

[The video flicks on to Natasha standing carefully in the middle of her workshop, as far away from anything as she can get. The reason why is pretty clear, as she is currently on fire. Flames flicker up from her arms and shoulders and around her head, but it doesn't seem to be actually bothering her much if the sardonic look she gives the camera is any indication.]

Turns out that accidentally torching your bed makes for one hell of a wakeup call. Especially if you're the torch.

[She glances down at her burning hands and sighs, then leans in to give the camera and intent look.]

Please tell me it isn't just me, and that there's something weird going on. I really don't want to have to find out what kind of coding error can cause this.

shadowblends

okay, first thing's first--

[There are a few pictures of Kurt, a wide grin spread across his face, his head turned this way and that to show off his new haircut. The bangs are done in an up-style for the moment, streaked with a vibrant new shade of blue.]

i finally got my hair cut off after letting it grow for far too long.

anyway

look at this!!

[The TAB switches to video, although there's nothing to see right away. After a couple of minutes, an unfamiliar teen steps into view, peering into the lens of the camera with bright pastel green eyes. Except, this kid definitely has the same hair that Kurt was showing off only a bit ago and when he speaks:]

Pretty cool, ja?

[That accent is unmistakable and if that's not enough to ruin the gimmick, the left side of of his face ripples, fading back to a cobalt skin-tone and a single golden eye, which closes in a wink before returning back to the normal 'human' look.] I can shapeshift!

a_shadow

Ever since we had that shared nightmare, I've been dreaming at night. I don't dream, this doesn't just happen.

[ There's a slight pause, and a hesitation, before she continues. ]

Okay, and this might sound weird, but I think I've been hearing people's thoughts. I know—that sounds impossible, right? But I have reasons for thinking I have. I need to know if there's anyone who has that kind of ability who can answer some questions for me.

ventifact

[rey is standing in kauto's district one, holding her TAB so it's facing three buildings. on the left is a sweets shop, and on the right is a business that would pass as a pharmacy. sandwiched between them is a very unassuming storefront, kind of in need of a paint job. but rey already poured all her money into this venture, so redecorating will have to wait. she has, at least, thrown together a sign from some sheet metal, letters cut out of the same (with a lightsaber, of course), and welded together (probably not with a lightsaber).

THE GARBAGE WILL DO

after the feed lingers on the store, she heads for the door, flipping the camera to face herself. she looks proud, but also mildly uncomfortable. she's never owned much of anything, let alone her own business. the inside of the building appears mostly bare behind her, but for some metal work tables and scattered tools. she clears her throat, looking off to the side, away from the camera.]

This is mine. The business, I mean.

[there's a soft beeping in the background, almost encouraging. bb-9 is a good friend.]

I fix things. I'm good with starships and vehicles. But I can work with other things--weapons, droids... appliances. Anything mechanical. I can do some programming, too.

[advertising is clearly not her area of expertise. she lowers the TAB for a brief moment before bringing it up to her face again.]

Anything bigger than a standard speeder won't fit here, but I can make uh, house calls. [but who would keep a starship at their house?? focus, rey.] And if you've got any scrap metal or salvageable machines, I'll take them. I can probably build almost anything. So, yeah. I guess I'm open for business.

[announcing something so publicly is so weird. she quickly disconnects the feed.]

alwaysfaithful

[It took Chris not long to figure out the device but was still trying to figure out the best first impression.]

Excuse me, hello. My name is Chris Ramirez fellow... I guess you would say planet-mates? To get to the point and to try be a little bit helpful, has anyone here heard the name 'Kamen Rider'? I know I sound somewhat young for my age but, this is important. Also how many military people do we have here? Marines, Army, Air Force, etc.

The reason I'm asking is... I was marine for a time and it is good to keep tally of who you can count on in a fight. And it would help to protect those who can't fight.

prorenataa

[ Someone may or may not have already been exploring the asteroid. Hard to tell, as the video appears to be back on Kauto.

This time, rather than picturing the orchard, there is a nice interior shot of his kitchen, along with the crashing of pans. Who the fuck knows. ]

Question to those of you who dabble or "don't dabble" in the clandestine arts. Where do you draw your moral line? Do you have a moral line for short term ... shall we say results and perhaps a separate moral line for the longer projects?

If you potentially had access to a methodology that would extend your prospects of survival in a long term op, but it was seriously sketchy from the moral side of things, would you pursue it?

[ On that note there is a massive crash and the sound of some very inventive cursing, before he continues. ]

Alright, that's it. Civilian life is driving me right over the edge. It's either find someone to fight or the other word that begins with 'eff'. As my requirements for the former are more easily achieved than the latter so let's stick with the former.

Inquire for details within.

nyxus

[The TAB is new but the technology is familiar enough he is confident as he opens up a video feed, to whomever might be out there listening. Nyx scratches his cheek lightly as he looks ahead with a small, crooked smile.]

Hello, world.

I'm Nyx.

[He looks as if he's going to laugh before too long. It's just a little awkward being alone in his apartment talking to a device he's not even sure is actually broadcasting anywhere.]

Alright so, I found the gym somewhere. [If he can find it again is another story. It's only been a week, this place is gigantic.]

But what I'm really looking for is someone experienced in combat to train with. I'm new here, so I can't pay you.

Uh. [Nyx thinks a moment wondering what else to say.] Knife, and hand-to-hand combat. Thanks.

a_shadow

I.

I'm not asking for anyone's help making this decision, but I've got a big one that dropped in my lap, and I'm thinking about the whole process now. You know—dealing with the whole 'this is going to affect me for the rest of my life' thing.

It's not fun.

I think I know what I'm going to do, but pulling the trigger, so to speak...it sucks.

II.

[ Several minutes later, a for sale ad is sent out from Tex's network address: ]

( Read more... )

tearmeanewone

[A]

So, listen--

[Anybody who pays attention to any of Elizabeth's network activity probably notices something odd about this: it's a video. She uses audio only almost as a rule. But maybe she's not really thinking. It sure looks like she's not up for much deep thinking, if the unfocused way she keeps looking around the bar she's in is any indication. There's a glass in front of her, but who knows how much she's actually had.]

Who here... knows a thing or two 'bout 'attachment'? Because God, I could talk about it for days. About how great it is at first, but then in the end, it utterly destroys whoever it manages to get in its steely little claws. [This is accompanied by a very appropriate 'claw gesture' with all nine and a half of her fingers.]

Because the only thing that's ever constant... [She has an amused little laugh at the word, like it's a private joke.] ...is change? Who wrote that... Hey! [She snaps her fingers over at someone behind her.] Who wrote 'the only change is--' No, 'the only constant is change'? Who wrote that when you're from? ...ah nevermind, you probably couldn't read your own name. [She turns back to the camera, disgruntled noises coming from the insulted party. But Elizabeth doesn't seem concerned.]

What I'm saying is-- nobody warned me, so now... [She points into the camera.] I'm warning you. You start liking somebody, start thinking you have a home someplace, and someday, somehow--

[The camera jerks as Elizabeth takes a punch to her temple. Somebody didn't like being called an idiot by someone half their size. Something close to the camera glows blue and then Elizabeth's got a beer bottle in her hand and she's screaming bloody murder. The feed swings wildly with her hand and cuts out with the sound of breaking glass.]

[B]

[An indeterminate amount of time later...]

[Elizabeth is back at her apartment with a split lip and a bruise under her eye, but she hardly looks embarrassed.]

I meant what I said. Nobody warns you until you're in pain. Consider yourself warned.

[She looks like she could say more, but apparently decides it would just be a rehash. So she turns the feed off.]

((OOC: Feel free to action-ify the first prompt, bar brawl for all. Otherwise Elizabeth will reply to any immediate reactions/messages/jeering the next day!))

krasnayapautina

[A woman appears on the network's video feed. She has her medium-length red hair tied back in a ponytail.]

For the many of you I haven't yet met: hi, I'm Natasha Romanoff.

I've been here for a few weeks now, and I know we have a lot going on right now, and probably more of us are - rightfully - antsy and-slash-or pissed, but I have a simple inquiry for everyone today: I could use a sparring partner or ten. Anyone else? Whether you want to blow off some steam about our current situation, or you just want to keep skills sharp, or so on.

Interested parties are free to contact me now, or later. I'll be around, obviously.

[She's not even adding a disclaimer that she's not superpowered, and/or that she only wants responders who are also not superpowered -- she can be a decent match for many with superpowers. Certainly not all the time (she has very fresh memories of being telekinetically tossed several feet and against a truck back home, and she lived, so it's fine ok), though. But she'll take her chances -- that's part of the challenge.]

seeingscarlet

[Obviously no one's happy with how this has played out. They may have a way off this deserted rock but it's another promise from yet another group of strange people that if they play along for just a little longer, they can go home.

And after being stuck here for almost a year and a half (technically more if you count the weird party moon), Wanda's faith in all of these strangers, however well-meaning, is pretty much slim to none.]

If the Savrii can't send us home quickly, I think we should try to stay together. I am not sure I trust anyone else.

[She shrugs.]

They mean to help, but they are not the first.

ventifact

[it's been a while since rey has shown her face on the network. this will be the first time she's used the TAB to do so, and she's unceremoniously stuck it to bb-9's... face. the droid beeps softly, letting rey know that the video is recording. the scavenger is sitting cross-legged with her back to a wall, her staff laid across her knees and her pack beside her. she does not look pleased. in fact, she is frowning very deeply. she isn't very comfortable actually talking to people, but this is important, so she's making the effort.]

Wasn't there a point to all this?

[she pauses, knowing she should probably be more specific.]

The planets, the months of travel, everything— [her voice has been getting louder, so she stops for a breath. she has to calm herself down, pushing flyaway hairs from her face.]

We were supposed to be able to go home. We wasted a fracking year on that moon—if we'd gotten here a year sooner, would this all have been the same? We all saw the corpses on the way here. They died for this—some of us died for this. Coming to this hub, finding this working Ingress... that was supposed to be the end. But now we're just going to go to another planet, another unknown, and what? Live there? Or will there be another promise made, another contract to sign? Another delay to our return?

That's shit. We all know it's shit.

[rey sighs, closing her eyes and not speaking for a few more moments. she's tired, and just wants to go back to jakku. she just wants to go back to her old life, since what was supposed to be her new life seems nigh impossible now. she reaches forward to shut off the TAB, mumbling one more sentence under her breath:]

Why wasn't it the end?

ascendit

anyone here good with universe travel tech/magic? can be something from your world, not just the ingress i have a device that's supposed to do universe travel but that part hasn't been working right since i got here over a year ago

[He's been meaning to find someone to fix it after his day one attempts failed, but. Life happened.]

someone please fix it

tearsinajar

It occurred to me the other day that I haven't had a chance to write anything, and that's, to me, a little depressing. There's been so much here that's happened, not just to myself and the friends I've made, but to everyone else. To you.

My day job, back home, for those of you who don't know me, it deals with investigative journalism. I write to uncover the truth, to shed light on scenarios that are otherwise dark and bleak.

Since I got here, everything has been nothing but a whirlwind of events. Each month there's been something new; whether it's stopping off at various planets, or it's daily occurrences on the ship. [ RIP Moira. ] There hasn't been time for me to sit down and write it all out.

[ Elena pauses and her eyes drift downward, off to the left. For those who knew about the incident with the Descendants, how she'd walked away from that moment on the ship with her left arm broken and bleeding out where it'd bitten her...she no longer wears a splint and padded cast. There's no visible sling. It's almost as though none of that had ever happened.

An injury as deep as that, bones needed time to mend. They needed a full two months. It's been less than that.

It shows that she's trying to think of how to word what she wants to say next, without giving anything away. ]

I'm interested in writing about abilities. [ Here she looks up, looks directly into the TAB camera. ] I'm interested in learning about them.

If you're comfortable with discussing this, that's great. I'm available for one-on-one meetings, if you would prefer, or you can reach me privately through the messaging system.

Also, if you're interested in learning more about the stories I've done, I won't mind sharing. Ask me anything you'd like.

[ Except you, Flynn. ]

warandpeace

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There's been a change of plans concerning former crewman Ploiatos.

I'm sure most people have heard about him by now, but with Mana disconnected from the ship and him asserting control, we can't allow him to take over. Especially as the effects are so dangerous to the current crew.

So we can't wait for him to stand trial. We need to quarantine and dispose of him. [And for this, he has some sympathy for their current captains. They spoke highly of the man Ploiatos was before he changed, and even knowing that he's not what he was making the decision to murder once loyal crew isn't an easy one.]

If this wasn't absolutely necessary I wouldn't advocate it. It sets a bad precedent. But this isn't just a case of killing a crewman that's become a danger to us without exploring other options. Ploiatos has been on board for over a year and during the entire time remained a consistent, pervasive threat.

So to stop what is happening to the ship we have to do what we have to do.

We'll need affected areas of the ship quarantined until he's removed and we'll need non-combatants placed out of range of the ship. Since there's nowhere to dock currently, we're looking at using transporters. And once Ploiatos himself fully contained we need to dispose of him. There should be several options open to us and given that there has been significant changeover in crew, a lot more we don't know about. [Considering how many people have their own special abilities.] Remember that Crewman Ploiatos is confused by large numbers of people and we can use that to our advantage. That's how he was contained the first time.

After that... well we can focus on repairing his damage.

patchricide

[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.

a_shadow

[ 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.

ryuuzaki

From: Tony Stark, Ryuuzaki To: All Moira Crew Subject: URGENT -- RESULTS OF AMISSIS-RE INGRESS JOURNAL TRANSLATION PROJECT & SECTION U RECON The translation project has been completed, and with it, we now understand a number of things. About the Ingress: 1. The Ingress was built by a civilization of extremely intelligent beings who the Caducans called The Creators, with the goal of expanding exploration. It utilizes "Living Energy" and can be dangerous if it's unstable. 2. The Moira's Ingress is the only known mobile Ingress. It was designed to assist the ship in traveling to extreme distances at unheard-of speeds through timeslip technology. 3. Translation has shown us that the symbols being emitted by the Ingress are repair instructions and navigation coordinates. 4. Repairing the Ingress and utilizing the timeslip technology will allow us to reach the Midway Hub in a relatively short amount of time. The Captains have embraced this option. (Not a moment too soon, if you ask us.) 5. If you think you can contribute to the repairs, the Ingress team can use you. Contact Tony Stark soon as possible.[ And the next part, in noticeably different and obviously Tony-written language: ] or, y'know, just show up and wow us. you won't hear me complaining. About the Mirtis: 1. A thorough investigation of Ploiatos's former quarters yielded some useful information. Evidence including his journal and the state of his quarters shows that his transformation was gradual and severe, and was caused by the Ingress. 2. It appears that he may have been visiting worlds through the Ingress. 3. Please find images of the journal pages attached for informational and archival purposes. [1], [2], [3].

[ And then at the end, a notable addendum: ]

good job, you clever bastards

pushed

Hey Moira, I've got a couple of questions.

[And then maybe someone can ask him if that's Halloween candy that he's still eating. (It is.)]

One, what do you know about flying? I'm not talking about airplanes or spaceships, I mean flying. This ship's full of people with all sorts of powers, I figure someone's gotta be able to give me some pointers.

So tell me what I'm doing wrong here.

[He lets the candy wrapper flutter to the floor before standing up, holding his hands out at his sides. And then he starts to levitate, wobbly as hell but still rising. He's a mover, he moves stuff - so he decided to try and move himself.

And then he's suddenly shooting up and crashing into the ceiling. Nice. Nick sits up a few seconds after he hits the floor, rubbing the top and back of his head.]

Help a guy out?

wallride

hey hey! so here's the thing i've come to notice a lot of us have armour on this ship full suits or just enhancements so i've been thinking (and also our master blacksmith darin gave me the idea) us lot with the armours should have a meet up to help keep them working properly now, i'm not doubting your ability to take care of your own equipment, but wouldn't it be good to have someone who could help if you were unable to for some reason? hit me up if you want to make this a thing ps i have space nachos and space cola!!

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