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[Someone's back on the network with a little surprise. Remember her first post about apps? Well, she's been working on all those little projects and she's finally letting them out into the open. Welcome to the App Store.]

Hey kids. What have you been up to? You know, other than rescuing nearly extinct aliens from a thermonuclear apocalypse. I hope none of you got severe radiation poisoning while you were out there; it would be a shame if anyone died before enjoying this little surprise.

Some of you have commissioned me for basic human needs such as dating apps and other social media platforms, and your wish has been granted. Here, have a look at the App Store.


[The underlined words are a link to the app store, featuring several popular apps from modern Earth, most of them modified and some of them space-themed. Neither of those apps are free, except for one: Comet Crush, which is exactly like Candy Crush, and just as addictive.]

Just in time for Valentine's, too. Have fun, everyone!


((OOC NOTES: Here is the total list of apps, horribly edited in MS Paint because I can't photoshop to save my life: Spacestagram (Instagram), Prober (Tinder), Welp (Yelp), OhSnap!Chat (Snapchat), Comet Crush (Candy Crush). Characters will have to pay a small fee for all of those apps except for Comet Crush (but they can buy all those precious lives and items on Comet Crush with real money just like real people have done with Candy Crush). Victor (and Yuuri, because he's Victor's bae), Jughead and Jason won't have to pay for the apps they commissioned, of course-- in fact, they'll receive 10% of the profit that their app makes. If your character is a hacker, feel free to have them download the app ~illegally~. Very late edit: A few things-- 1) I forgot to include this in the ooc notes yesterday, but any of those apps (except for Comet Crush) come equipped with every emoji you know and love, including a space poop emoji. Yes. 2) A big thank you to [personal profile] fujita for linking to these spacestagram/instagram codes in Dorothy's tag!

And if your character even thinks about sending unsolicited dick pics (let's be real, it is so going to happen), it just so happens that all of those apps have an automatic snapchat-like filter for penises: when the image recognition software recognizes a dick for what it is, it slaps a funny filter on it (if you need ideas, just google 'penis clothes'. Seriously. I'm not going to link to actual dick pics in here as an example), like a labcoat and glasses or a prairie dress and bonnet. If the character on the receiving end of the dick pics wants to see the real deal, they still can: they just have to tinker with the settings and select "Allow dick pics from [character username]."]
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[He pretty obviously didn't mean to turn on the video function, from the way he's just staring dully at his wristband and then jerks away from it startled when he notices the feed going.]

...fuckin', weird space technology.

[An odd, stilted voice from out of view filters up to the feed. It's pretty neat, really., it says, and Ichimatsu's sparse little eyebrows crash together and he looks down. A moment later, the feed whirls as he moves and hefts a bizarre-looking orange cat into his lap, and he folds his free hand gently over the feline's ears.]

You're gonna have to stop doing that.

[The cat's mouth moves, but he just stares blankly ahead like he has no real idea he's speaking in the first place.] You're gonna make people wanna steal you and sell you again.

[A slow, huffed sigh, and Ichimatsu frowns at the communicator.]

...so, uh. My cat can talk, do us both a favor and don't try to steal him and sell him.

I'll pull out your entrails and feed them to you.

[He chokes, and covers the cat's mouth this time.] Stop that!!
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[personal profile] whillful
I have arrived in a time of much uncertainty, but I wish to share with you a truth known among my people that has not yet spread throughout the Eluvio. Look to the Force, that which connects all life, and you will come to understand there is no need for fear for all is as the Force wills.

[ His speech is confident and firm, though it takes a more conversational tone when he continues. ]

I am Chirrut Îmwe, and I hope that, in trade, you will humor a blind man. I would like to hear the impressions others have of this place. What do you see? The races that live here, the structure of the ship? I would like to know it through your eyes.

May the Force be with you.
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[personal profile] juniberries
[video feels most natural to the princess, and from the lighting and background of the feed it's apparent she's recording this not on the Eluvio, but from her own ship. she also looks quite serious about what she's about to say. oh and her voice is like...British but very obviously not actually British.]

To those few of us on the network: Greetings. I am Princess Allura of the Castle of Lions, and I have been traveling with the fleet for well over a month at this point in time. It has come to my attention that...not only is some Earthling holiday fast approaching, but more importantly there are new arrivals having been brought in by the very anomalies that have trapped us here.

[and yes!! you have heard her loud and clear: she said trapped.]

I wish to extend my own personal welcome to these newcomers, but I also regret to inform you that the nature of this fleet may not be...as pleasant as you may have hoped. Just recently, a handful of teams had been sent down to what had once been a nearby planet, Oros, to not only research the land and its people, but to retrieve a relic of sorts, of which the nature has still not been made clear to the rest of us.

[Allura frowns, expression hard, and there's an obvious pause as she attempts to gather herself, looking away from the camera momentarily.]

Somehow, something had went wrong during these missions, and the planet Oros was destroyed. The Fek and the Trilk who walk among us as fellow passengers are the very last of their kind; refugees due to...what I hope to say had been a mistake.

I am not looking to lower morale, or take anything away from the upcoming holiday if you are to celebrate it. But I only look to inform newcomers of the situation they have arrived to, and...to ask that we continue to extend our hospitality to those who have lost everything.

[AND JUST WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE SHE'S NEARLY DONE WITH HER SPEECH, she continues.]

Also, among our newcomers are the Paladins of Voltron, and while that name may mean little here, we still have a duty to uphold as Defenders of the Universe. [SORRY GUYS YOU AREN'T GETTING ANY VACATION TIME HERE.] And it is with their arrival and recollection of events that have not yet happened that I...am beginning to suspect that our being here may not go noticed or even change what goes on back where we're from.
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[personal profile] forcechoke
First off, whoever built these buckets of bolts in the hangar bay need to be let go. This is what happens when you let factories churn out garbage in large numbers: who's quality checking?

[He is. He's been here all of a few days, and he's already sequestered in the hangar, lamenting (loudly) over the sad state of automated affairs. This is where the video starts: he has the communicator propped up a short distance away as he's digging into the mechanics of one of the robots that had glitched out and come to a jerking halt with a wrench still clenched in its hand.

He mutters something about matrices before finally looking back up. This isn't the real point behind the message, regardless of how distracted he currently seems.]


Sad state of mechanical affairs aside, I have a question. [He sounds suddenly hesitant, as if he honestly doesn't want to ask it at all. He even rolls his shoulders back uncomfortably, before taking a long, deliberate breath.] I'm looking for a sparring partner. Swordsmanship proficiency if I can find it.

[Hoping against hope, but he doesn't sound too hopeful at all. As far as he knows, those who can really challenge him in this area are all back home, and neither side of that equation has a way to get back to the other... yet.]

Might as well make the most of being stuck out here, anyway.
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[personal profile] visionarie
[ The recording captures the burgundy-skinned synthezoid touching his dog tags before android-like eyes rise up to meet the camera. He's hesitant at first, pressing his lips together as if unsure how to start until: ]

I am sorry for the disturbance. [ His fingers run over the cool metal ] These identification markers [ call them dog-tags! ]. Since I've been given one,  does this mean I'm allowed to move through the ship without prior approval?

[ There's a hint of hope that flickers through his eyes at that question. He's not entirely certain but from what he's gathered, it seems to be the case. Still, he prefers a direct answer rather than to assume. ]

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[personal profile] polaroid_papa
And...yeah I think that's right...

[The camera feed starts at an odd angle. Maes holding the communicator in such a way that it's clear he's very new to using it. He is looking intently at the screen and then back at the directions held clearly in his other hand. Yes, he's actually using the friendly directions to help. He doesn't seem to notice at first that he's gotten it to video mode though, which probably gives his audience time to notice that he's in the recovery ward. Honestly how different can hospitals/medical bays look in space? Even Maes realized where he was as soon as he opened his eyes.

Speaking of, he's now turned his gaze back to the screen and seems to finally realize that the camera is recording. He smiles -- though if anyone really knew him they'd probably be able to tell it's about as strained as they come. As he starts to speak he manages to adjust the angle so it's not as crooked.
]

Oh hello. Lt. Col. Maes Hughes reporting. I just woke up and they told me I can't leave the recovery ward yet, but that I might enjoy passing the time getting to know other people on this ship. I hope you all don't mind, I'll try not to poke too far back in the logs or anything. I'm not even sure I'd know how, honestly.

[There isn't a lot for him to do since he's been ordered to stay in the recovery bay for a little longer. He might even appear a little pale now that people watching can see him more clearly.]

I have to say now though that I'm not even really sure where to begin past giving my name. We don't have anything like this where I'm from so usually conversations would be a bit more immediate. You know, face to face or over the telephone. But I guess I could look at it as writing a letter...except that's not really accurate either, is it?

[He shakes his head. Focus, Hughes.]

Right, so who wants to swap stories? I apparently missed out on the real fun of orientation around here. Really just anyone can talk about anything...just get my mind off of the fact that I'm stuck in a hospital in space.

[The camera shakes a little in Maes's hand, but he steadies his grip. Come on, Maes, you're better at keeping your composure than that]
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[personal profile] amelioraate
[ When the feed click on, Tony manages to look annoyed and impressed all at once (you know, those emotions that he manages to bring out in other people pretty much all the time). He is sitting at a desk, the communicator propped up against something, and he has a small screwdriver (the micro kind) between his teeth as he speaks.]

So just how much shit am I going to get in if I try to take this apart and merge it with my Stark Phone? Not that I really care about how much shit I get in, but-- I mean, it is shiny new alien tech and you just gave it to me, you gotta know I'm gonna try taking it apart.

[ And figuring out ways to hack it. And make it better. And--

He takes the micro screwdriver out of his mouth and flashes a sharp smile.]


Also, as far as kidnappings go, this has gotta be one of the nicer ones, so no complaints here. Though I gotta know; anywhere I can get my hands on some more tools? Maybe a spare communicator, or three, or maybe an interface with the ship's core navigational systems...

[ That last one is said with only the slightest hint of 'I'm kidding' (because he isn't kidding, he is going to look for one no matter how much he has already been told 'NO', that's just like taunting him ok).]

Oh, and where might I find alcohol? Is that a thing in this section of space? I hope it is because I really don't want to try distilling my own shit again, that was a disaster the first three times and I really don't think I have managed to get better.
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[personal profile] estrayer
[ The video opens on a blond boy dressed in black. The collar of his t-shirt and shoulders of his leather jacket are visible. A dark mark somewhere between a bruise and a tattoo sweeps across the right side of his neck. His eyes are intense, but he's making an effort at a smile. A terse one. Jace Wayland has had better days.

Actually he's had better weeks. Let's not talk about that. Instead, there's something more pressing on his mind:
]

Do we have to keep the jobs we get here? I'm supposed to write greeting cards.

[ His deadpan tone should tell you everything you need to know about what he thinks of that. Greeting cards, as in poetry, right? Jace isn't exactly a greeting card kind of guy, but if he was, his eyes would roll right over the ones with fake cheese and rhyming couplets inside. This is so clearly not for him. ]

I'm taking other suggestions. Bonus points if they don't come with wearing that thing.

[ He turns his wrist to flash the camera over the suit lying on the bed beside him. It has purple stripes and matching boots, guys, come on.

Not to worry, though, the camera's back on Jace now. He's sure you all missed him.
]

That aside. I'm gonna be open about the fact that I'm not looking to be a permanent resident, so if anyone's looking into how we get out of this place, I'd like to hear from you. If you've been here a while, I want to hear about that, too.

By the way, I'm Jace. I'm new, but you probably guessed that. Thanks for your time.
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[personal profile] fujita
has anyone ever been to a different world or universe or whatever before ending up here, or just me?
are there any tornadoes in space? that's probably a silly question
but seriously, is there weather in space? they gave me a job as a weather girl

more importantly: has anyone seen a guy called lucas or roan and a little girl called sylvie around?

oh, and i'm a nurse, so if anyone needs help with injuries, well. there's probably some kind of medical service on board anyway, but if there isn't, feel free to come to me and i'll do what i can.
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[personal profile] whatchoice
[ the video feed comes to life with a young woman slumped against the counter of what looks like brooklyn's finest water bar. behind her is a blue sign that says 'the HYDRAtion station', but the lights on HYDRA seem to be broken because they're currently not lit up.

she looks vaguely unamused, ribbons of red energy swirling idly around her finger tips as they drum against the counter. ]


I'm taking suggestions for a new name for this... water bar. [ she gestures back to the sign, red energy following the motion like the tail of a comet, her thick vaguely eastern european accent not thick enough to disguise her disdain. ] English is not my native language, I'm afraid my puns will not do it justice.
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[personal profile] unluckynumberseven
[The Eluvio definitely made him nervous, bringing back memories of a different highly technological setting, but Emil had already made the decision to keep his weird skull-like head up and carry on. That was all there was to do, right? So even though he was scared, he was not only going to wear the strange clothes they gave him and try his best at his first ever real job, but he was going to... try to talk to new people.

It still felt like a real accomplishment, even if he did feel a lot safer not using the video feed. He just didn't want to scare anyone.
.]

Hello, everyone! My name is Emil.

[There. A perfectly normal thing to say! He could do this. He was going to ignore his anxieties and be brave like his friends.]

This is really confusing, but... as long as I'm here, I want to help! I can use magic, and I can fight with it, so if anyone needs a helping hand, like in a dangerous situation... I could do that.

[He can feel himself growing more and more self-conscious, so he hurries to wrap it up.]

Oh! And... does anyone know where I could get some gloves? Really small ones?
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[personal profile] yokunaru
[Abruptly, there's the sound of blades cutting through ice coming from the communicators as the figure skater on screen does a quick lap around what appears to be an ice rink. Then, there's a shift in his center of gravity before he's jumping, landing a triple axel with ease. The air of grace disappears as soon as the figure skater catches sight of the camera pointed at him.]

Viktor! [Some might recognize Yuuri's voice before he glides closer, a look of dismay on his face.] You said you weren't recording yet!

Ah, but Yuuri! You were skating so wonderfully, I couldn't resist! [Viktor doesn't sound apologetic, but as the image shifts, he comes on screen, smiling at the camera and holding up his free hand to wave.] Hello, friends of the Eluvio! Yuuri and I wanted to extend you a formal invitation to Eluvio's skating rink, the Ice Palace.

[Yuuri, apparently having resigned himself to delivering the message this way, just sighs with exasperation as he reaches Viktor at the side of the rink.] Um, we're going to be hosting a short exhibition show on Valentine's Day, too. Viktor thought it'd be a good idea, since a lot of people onboard haven't seen figure skating before. And there's going to be food...? [He trails off, looking at Viktor for confirmation.]

[Viktor nods to confirm, flashing another smile.] Horderves and shaved ice. No chocolates! You'll have to make or bring your own. [This last part said with a wink as he brings his finger up to rest against his lips.]

[Viktor's comment makes Yuuri pause.] Actually, about the chocolates, has anyone managed to find a store that sells chocolate molds? I've been looking all over the Shopping Centre for them. [Then, he remembers why they're making the video in the first place, and he blushes as he steers himself back on track.] A-anyway, please come join us for the exhibition! You're welcome to come earlier and see the rink for yourself before then, too.

[With that, he'll give a shallow, polite sort of bow before reaching over to turn the camera off.]


(ooc: As a note, I'll be posting an open valentines chocolate-making workshop log in a few days, and everyone is welcome to jump in, whether you tag this post or not!)
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[personal profile] curled
[ The feed turns on and there's a smiling face pictured on the screen. While Dorian might not be the most comfortable with all this technology, he's faking it until he makes it. That's the only way he knows how. ]

Hello, out there! For those of you that aren't aware, my name is Dorian Pavus. For those of you that are— [ he smiles, oh so charmingly ] I'm positive it's lovely to see me again.

Introductions aside, I do have a motive for coming here today. I know some of us had a rather... [ and he's putting this so lightly ] unfortunate trip down to Oros and are still feeling the effects of it. Or, perhaps even unrelated ailments may be weighing you down. Whatever the case may be, I am here to offer my services.

[ Ahem. ]

Of a sort.

[ Leaning out of the frame for a moment, he comes back with a small try of a few potted plants and differently colored vials. ]

I've been doing a bit of additional research with the plants and such from Oros and those here aboard the ship. Some results have been... interesting. [ He taps the cork of a vial containing hot pink liquid in it. ] This one in particular was quite something.

[ Not that he's going to share what happened but suffice to say it was something new and interesting for him. ]

At any rate, my fellow travellers, I have a request among my offer. First, there are tonics available to those who need them for minor aches and pains, sleeping issues and so on. I'm a healer by no means but do know enough of it [ his hand lifts and a tendril of blue green mist curls around his finger before disappearing into sparks ] to get by.

Secondly! And perhaps a little more importantly, these. [ A gesture to the things in front of him again. ] Some are untested and I'm not positive what they'll do, so, I wanted to cast my net a little wider and see if there were any fellow researchers or those of that ilk to try some of these tonics and plants to... [ he trails off then just shrugs with another easy smile ] Well, just see what they do. If you've any interest at all, do be in touch!
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[personal profile] sweatysometimes
So I'm not trying to be a jerk or anything but whoever messed with my room on the castle needs to never, ever set foot in there again, thanks.
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[personal profile] sixth
[ Although the image is mostly Wash's face, there's enough background in the shot to make it clear that he's standing in one of the Eluvio's corridors. There's a door behind him and just off to the left is a sign that reads: SIMSPACE. Once the feed's going, he jerks his thumb back toward the door. ]

If I don't come out of here in like a day, send someone in to get me.

[ He pauses, making a slightly exasperated, slightly apologetic face. ]

And hey, if using this thing unleashes some kind of virtual reality nightmare on everybody, sorry. [ Does that require a little clarification? Maybe it requires some clarification. ] I've seen the old movies. I know how this shit goes.

[ Agent Washington. Always a pessimist. He offers a faint, tiny smile. ]

Otherwise, if anybody wants to visit one of the beaches on my homeworld, come on down. I can give you the grand tour.


( ooc: i figured the eluvio could use its own version of the holodeck! i posted a thing to the locations list so if there's anyone else who wants to take advantage of these things, be my guest! )
ouzel: (ain't no confusion here)
[personal profile] ouzel
Others have been mentioning dates of birth and so I was wondering: what do your people do in order to celebrate the day someone is born, or named, or comes into their own?

Also, how do your people celebrate the lives that have ended?
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[personal profile] finethanks
I hope all of you are doing alright after everything that's happened. Our new friends must be in mourning, so let's do our best to respect them and work together to make it easier on them. Even if we are to fall seven times, together, we can stand up eight and help these new crewmates on their feet as well. The Fek seem to have some amount of trust towards myself and my two teammates who visited them back on the planet, Victor and Yuuri, so if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask us. You know, they're very cute, gentle creatures.

However, in the midst of all of this torment and heartbreak, I'd like to focus on brighter things. We all seem to be arriving from different worlds, dates and times, and Victor had mentioned to me that he was keeping a calendar. If we are able to share our dates like this, I believe we can become closer as a community and offer support towards one another, you know? I support this idea fully, so, I'd like to help out in whatever way that I can, beginning with your birthdays. If you don't mind, please let me know your name and birthday so that we can add it to our calendar. ♪ Fufu, for those of you with more unique calendars, let's discuss a way to translate it so that you won't be left behind. Leave it to me.

I'll also take any holidays that you may know of. If I'm unfamiliar, please explain them to me once I ask. I'm in your care. ♪

By the way, I try to make a daily visit the atrium and have tea. If anyone would like to join me, you can always meet me there in the afternoon. If any of you would become regulars in enjoying tea with me, I would be so happy. ✰ Ah, with all of this hope, my heart might explode, it's beating so fast. Thank you all.


(ooc: For those who don't know, the calendar Victor has been keeping lines up with the RL date, conveniently! For those with birthdays on a different calendar system, you can let me know in brackets if you have a converted date you like, or let Eichi come up with it ICly, it's up to you!)
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[personal profile] symbiosys
[It's late afternoon, and the ship's gardens come into view as the video feed starts, a massive topiary tree standing innocently in the background just waiting to be shaped into a work of art. The camera focuses on what appears to be a drone hovering in midair, the words BIRCH PLEASE 2.0 written on the side, identifying the flying object.]

I'm bored.

[Root sighs in an exaggerated manner. The drone flies up to the tree and begins its work of shaping the topiary, but no blades are involved: it's using various targeted laser beams, carefully programmed by the (usually perky) hacker hiding behind the camera.]

Don't get me wrong, it's not my first time being a gardener, and I do enjoy using laser tools and having a legitimate excuse for bad pick-up lines, [she explains, keeping the camera pointed at the beautiful and deadly ballet of various lasers shaping branches and leaves.] But it's just not the same as hacking, you know?

[The drone retreats after it finishes its task: shaping the topiary into an exact replica of the ISC Eluvio. As exact as topiary can ever be, that is.]

So I thought I might as well turn my boredom into something productive. Tell me, space friends, is there an app or program you'd just love to have? Maybe you want an upgraded fitbit that is perfectly adapted to all of your outer space needs, maybe you want to spend your day looking at cat videos, or maybe you just really like puzzles... the possibilities are endless. Just like the vast expanse of space that surrounds us.

Whatever you're thinking of, I can code it for you! [She sounds downright cheerful and friendly now.] For a small fee, of course. I’m a nice girl but I'm not that nice.
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[personal profile] leaderboards
Alright, everybody, listen up! Beta's on their way out and we need to move.

Alpha, I need you all to wreck what you can. Make it loud, make it messy, try not to kill any teammates in the process. [ which is to say, if you're going to blow up anything (and she really hope you will) make sure none of your friends are nearby. ] Beta, I don't care which one of you has the relic, but if you clump together and the Trilk get it back, mission failure's all on you. Everyone's running decoy and distraction here. We need it. We'll rendezvous in the shaded valley due south and if you're not there in half an hour, we're leaving you.

[ unless it's the poor sap with the relic, or someone manages to coax a few more minutes of sympathy into her. her voice doesn't give much room for it right now, but she just wants to get everyone moving to safety asap. ]

Got it? Thirty minutes starting now. Sync.

( ooc: take place immediately after this is successful. tagging free for all, threadjack away unless someone marks a private thread. )

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