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Who: Councilor Labismat, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, OPEN
Where: V’Vorte
When: June 4th-8th
Warnings: N/A

The Fleet stations itself near V’Varga, the more populated planet of the V’V system, but the majority of the ships are ferrying people down to V’Vorte. Mainly desert, the only things of interest on it seem to be the Mining Plains, which stretch for hundreds of miles; the Blue Circus, which lights up the nights with laser shows and fireworks; and the small town that supports the first two and serves as a small island of normality among the eccentric carnies and boisterous miners. There are rides to and from the Teuberg twice a day, in case you would rather not stay overnight, which are overseen by Science Captain McEngineer, who gives an energetic explanation of the types of metal needed when asked. Back on the Teuberg, Councilor Labismat can be found greeting the ships coming back in, checking on any progress being made.

The V’V natives are mostly humanoid in appearance, with reddened skin tones and large eyes that help them see in the dimmer light of their sun. Most of them, especially the miners, are quite friendly and seem unfazed by the variety of species the Fleet has brought to their doorstep. The only Transports who might get a second glance are the robotic ones, as the mining mechs vaguely resemble them.
redcinemareel: (Grell: O RLY?)
[The following message goes out as a massive email to almost every single being aboard the ships. Almost being that she hasn't found a way to infiltrate the higher level security used for emergencies. Ah well.]

Dear Denizens,

As a long time supporter of charitable events, I'm here to give a bit of warning to those giving to charities supporting those of Terabel. Do so with caution, in case someone may be swindling you of your noble donations. Make sure they have the necessary paperwork to collect such charity.

And if you're not sure, then simply don't give your money.

This is in regards to a certain person collecting donations in front of a bar named "Quark's" without the proper paperwork. Of course I did not donate, as I will be assisting in the relief effort in a more transparent way, but I would suggest anyone who has donated to verify if that establishment has done their deed by asking for records of the money going to the proper place, and not into their bottomless pockets.

On another unrelated note, if there is anyone in need of repairs to electronics, excluding items that need an engineer's touch, then I will be offering my services. I can run diagnostic scans and remove troublesome programs, scripts, and exploitations for a negotiable fee. Any and all related inquiries are welcome. Appointments would be preferred, as my schedule slowly becomes filled as I am assisting with the instruction of new cadets.

-Grell
[ Hadn't Shadow been toying with the idea of actually testing all the options he could before deciding what he wanted to do during his stay in this new environment? Well... he had to start somewhere, the thing was he didn't know where, yet. ]

monday. renaissance center )

tuesday. maglev train stystem )

wednesday. the colosseum )

thursday. shopping district )

friday. roaming the gawain + text )


{{ OOC; Pick your poison! In an attempt to justify my lack of posts, and get more CR, I'm tossing something that should work for all the past week (12th-16th at the very least), during the sub-fleet event. You're also completely free to make something up.
Lastly, I wrote it all kind of in first person/actionish, but you can always toss prose at me, I do not mind.
edit: gosh i'm so sorry, changed the question in Shadow's text, it was all my fault for not remembering it had been covered during the briefing, duh. my bad. this is why you shouldn't rp at 1am. }}
espio: (yes i walk on walls)
[Espio, not having pockets, has opted for a wrist band style of communicator... but it's annoying him, because damn are those touchscreen keys tiny. He'd really rather use text, just like the good old BBS. Ugh, change.

Well, there's always audio.
]

So, if you've got just three weeks stay in an apartment, and two months to get a job, but once again you've found yourself in a place completely different to anything you're really used to, how the hell do you even know if your ideas are gonna work or not?

I was a martial arts instructor and a mercenary, and before that I was a vigilante. I suppose I could take the easy option and join the military, given my experience, but I don't want to.

Martial arts tuition, maybe? Or I could just go back to being a student and do something completely different...

[ACTION: Sky Park - interrupt at any time!]

Espio had spent the several days he'd had here trying to familiarise himself with the city, a small part of him thrilled to again be part of one. He has always been a city boy, and Balamb was always so sleepy in comparison to New Tek. It was a bit shiny here, but at least more interesting than the endless blue that was Esthar City.

He almost couldn't believe they were in Space. Yes, there were a few giveaways here and there that things were artificial, but sitting in the Sky Park it really did feel as though he were out in the open air.

For the most part, he was keeping to himself, seated comfortably on the grass with a library book, having chosen the top layer to be closer to the artificial sky. However, every so often, he glanced up, offering passers by a nod of greeting.

When the sky transitioned into a reflection of Space, he closed his book and lay back with a small sigh, watching that unfamiliar domain. He missed the Special Zone's chaos.
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!)
Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Aprilo 29th
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity and very chaotic. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. Especially not after some group of kooks earlier decided that they'd throw a tantrum and bug out of the hospital before anything can get said. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room. Fortunately for the robots, things are much more organized.

The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.

Ten members of Security line the walls and various exits, looking rather displeased to be here. Graham Baker, a balding man in an ill-fitting suit, stands at the head of the room with an easy smile, seemingly unbothered by any previous ruckus.

[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]

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