kingtyrantranger: (Power Sword)
Who: The Red Ranger
Where: Laundromat
When: Late Night, Majo 6th
Warnings: ???

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So there he was. Pulling a late night in the laundromat near the low-cost 'temporary' housing he'd yet to move out of. Anyone passing by will be treated to the sight of the Red Ranger, in full costume, folding underwear while apparently waiting for the rest of his laundry to finish up.

It beat sitting around in his boxers.
redcinemareel: (Grell: as I was saying)
[Audio]

I’ve not been here long. All of five days, actually! But there is one thing I’ve noticed right away while here. And that is…

There is a serious lack of color!

Now, perhaps I’m simply not looking in the right places, but if their fashion is anything to go by, then we are are all doomed to a life of black, white, and grey! Don’t even get me started on the military uniforms! Bleh!

[There is a soft meow close by, and a pause from Grell as she pets her cats.]

Speaking of cute kitties, does anyone else have pets?


ACTION UNDER HERE )



(ooc: now with working links! my apologies!)
phaseshifted: (siren ♛ offenses)
[instead of her face, she puts up an image of herself, old but still suitable for now. she'll need to make a new one soon.]

Apparently travelling through dimensions can block out memories. Really important ones, as a matter of fact. I don't know how many people this might have happened to, but it's new information for all of us to keep in mind.

[she pauses, almost ending there but deciding it can't hurt to ask.]

On a different note, if anyone has the capacity to fly and would like someone to come with them when they do, I'd be happy to. I've found it's a lot more enjoyable with friends.
abtakha: (pic#7074789)
[A rather harrowed looking Cassie appears. She's got the feels virus but bad and is barely holding herself together. She seems to not have slept in a while.]

Hey uh...It's your responsibility to watch your backs and all, but just in case you had an attack of the tonto, I checked in with a source and noone from Hyperion came through this time. Thought you oughta know.
strawberry_science: (pos ↗ glad we had this chat)
[ The broadcast is simple enough. A Japanese woman with unnaturally red hair sits at a desk, hands crossed before her as soon as she has finished setting up the tablet to record her. ] Good evening, everyone. Or... everyone who has bothered to tune in to an unprompted discussion on the current state of affairs in... erm.

[ Sighing, Yumemi rubbed at the bridge of her nose. She looks worn and that hand was shaking slightly as she brought it back down. ] I should have written this down in advance. [ The young woman cleared her throat. ] I'll make this simple: I can't see that the level of technology available in this age, to this fleet, can at all facilitate a speedy return home to anyone here, regardless of how distant in time or space that home is. [ A shrug. ] That is just a fact. There is no one to blame for that — we just exist in the wrong era for it.

[ Then she grinned, pointing a finger upward. ] But as there are likely to be many of us who possess knowledge as yet embraced by those who call this timeline their home, we should put our heads together and see what can be done to speed things up. I am currently accepting applicants for research assistants. There is a simple two page questionnaire that must be filled out and... hmm, I suppose I should look into some waivers. [ A wave of her hand. ] Those are details we can go over at another time.

Right now, I just want to hear what you believe to be the most impressive invention of the time you hail from.
Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro

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[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.

I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.

For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.
]
dualwielding: (muted | fingers)
[video]
[Roxas has sort of gotten the hang of this communicator thing now, so he's somewhat competent when he turns the video on. he's in a shopping district somewhere, visible in the background, and he's a little serious and maybe unhappy for the kind of question he's asking]

Hey... Do you celebrate birthdays, wherever you come from? It's supposed to be a special day, right? A whole year... [and when he thinks back on it, it's -- frankly depressing]

What would you do for it if you were home? Or... what would you do, here?

[he's at a loss. he's not good at having free time]

Maybe I should figure out what classes I need to take at that school...


[action]
But for now, he's checking out the shopping district. There's a lot of things here that he doesn't understand the purpose of or has never seen before... He's looking for something, but he's honestly not sure what it is yet.

Roxas is still somewhat uncomfortable in the crowds, but he's getting more used to them; there's just a few uneasy glances at loud noises or awkward shifting when people get too close. Anyone there can run into him there if they like.

(Prose or brackets is good with me!)
crux_mods: (Default)
Whatever your activities before, they're interrupted by a sudden lurching feeling, like someone's put a hook into the pit of your very being and yanked. There's a brief burst, a brilliantly twisting tunnel? And then silence. Stars fill your vision, along with bodies, machines, and not much else before everything mercifully goes black. The shock of it, more than the lack of air.

And then, there's sound. There's not much at first. Beeping. Lots of beeping. Some of it is irritatingly loud, and apparently it's the cause of a lot of excitement. When vision returns, the first thing to note would be alien writing blinking in your field of vision, displayed on a monitor or a clear bubble somewhere. Alien, but familiar enough for you to read "Awakening". Whatever that means, you're apparently not alone, as people in black and white uniforms are rushing through the large room you're in, the room filled with people hooked up to all kinds of machines. Of course, some of them don't look entirely like people.

All of a sudden, a haggered face fills your field of vision. "Great Shades of Elvis! Another one! Look, please remain calm." The poor nurse turns and starts to fiddle with some of the machines surrounding you. "There's been an accident, but you're okay. Try to stay quiet and don't disturb the other patients. Someone will be with you in a moment." They turn away to shout across the room, as if that wouldn't disturb anyone. "Hoi, Oglaf! Mark this one as alive so Security can take them for the briefing!" He gestures at some official looking people in red and black uniforms assisting other patients into wheelchairs. "Just flag one of them down, they'll take you to the briefing. We'll explain everything. Just don't panic, you're in good hands." He grins and pats your shin. "Welcome to the Fleet, eh? 'scume, someone else is starting to budge and I gotta make sure it's not some poor sot swallowed his tongue again." With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts and the bright lights.

[Medical Arrival | Hangar Arrival | Briefing | Post-Briefing 1 | Post-Briefing 2]
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