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[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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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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[ 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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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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[ 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! )
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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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[A video! Of a DROID. A dark faced droid with white photoreceptors looking at his video feed. If droids could have facial expressions, his would be confused, or annoyed, or a bit of both really.]

Handy man. I was assigned to be a handy man at a place called Nuts and Bolts. What an absurd name for a business. If they understood my capabilities they would understand they are well above “Handy Man”. I am not some simple labor droid.

[He pauses his rant, head lifting and looking back and forth, before continuing to speak again.]

This situation is abnormal. The odds that they are lying however appear to be low. The situation I recorded last was ... not good, so this could be considered a vast improvement. I am, however, unfamiliar with some of the technology here. They could have at least equipped me with some upgrades instead of this communication device.

[What a string of complaints! Oh right, this device. He looked down to it again, stared, then lifted his other hand near it.]

I am K-2SO. I am looking for those who may understand the call sign of “Rogue One” ... which is also an absurd name.

That is all. [and he would cut the feed unless someone replies to this. The odds of someone replying are high. The odds of it being someone he actually knows are about middle ground. That, to him, is being optimistic and hopeful]
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[ Yet another new face to greet the network, and likely not for the first time, it's the face of someone who's clearly bent over backwards to try and figure out where he is and how he got here. To no avail, evidently. He's stranded, pretty much, he's managed to figure that much out.

But that's not even what's the most puzzling about all this. You see, traveling across the galaxy has made him more prone to accept that he can get snatched up, either on purpose or by accident, or even that he might trip over some dimension-breaking wormhole and end up in an alternate reality.

At least this one doesn't have another version of him (so far), so there's that.

But anyway. Onto trying to figure some things out, at least. ]


This is Captain James T. Kirk, of the USS Enterprise. I understand that likely means nothing to most of you, if not everyone, but I'll make it quick: the Enterprise is the flagship of the United Federation of Planets, operated by Starfleet, from the 23rd century, year 2263.

[ He'll skip on explaining the Federation or Starfleet for now. If anyone asks then he'll get into more detail. More pressing matters, though. ]

My ship is here, but my crew is not. Not unless I'm missing something, and if anyone can tell me where should I go to look for them, then I'd appreciate it. I... welcome the help of the Eluvio crew being on board to help me run my ship, [ No he doesn't. ] but I'd much rather have my crew, as you can likely imagine.

[ He sighs quietly, a show of frustration more than anything else. ]

On an unrelated note, would anyone mind taking a couple of hours to explain to me how currency works? I'm not... used to handling it. I'm crap at it too, if we're being completely honest. [ Seriously, does he really have to have a job? Ugh. ]

Other than that... well, I guess we're all stuck here, so I'd like to get to know everyone to some degree. So hit me up and let's chat sometime.

[ There, harmless and vague enough. And with a friendly smile, he leans in to end the feed. ]
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[ The video opens on a man's face, a little too close up for a few seconds. Then he pulls the arm with the communicator back, lengthening the shot and showing vegetation behind him. He's in the atrium, currently sitting on a low hanging tree branch. ]

Hello, alien-abducted internet peoples.

[ He says it cheerfully, with a smile and a wave. For a man who comes from a world without shit like this, he's unperturbed. Possibly because he thinks it's a drug-induced hallucination. ]

How are you today? [ He gestures off to the side. ] This is crazy, no? Outer space and shit. It's like a movie.

[ The image shakes a little as he starts digging through his pants pocket. Eventually, he pulls out a joint and, remembering that he's in the middle of talking to people, asks; ]

Hey, does anybody have a lighter?
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[What is the first thing that Zelos does when he realizes that these little wrist devices can communicate to everyone on the ship? That's simple.]

Yo, hunnies! [His voice sounds loud and clear across the communicators, his face also making a grinning appearance. Well, as much as this announcement might seem carefree, he's actually just fishing to see who's all on this ship. He heard there were a few groups of people in front of him at least, so who's he looking at here? He can't properly stay safe if he doesn't know the whole set up.]

Check me out! Are you seeing this, or what? Man, I look so cool, even on these little wrist bands! [His laughter sounds out, obnoxiously cheerful about this.] You guys can all hear me, right? Testing, testing, one, two, three...!

[He's probably made himself hated to more than half of the ship by now, but that's fine.] The name's Zelos Wilder, but you can just call me Zelos. ♥ We're all the unfortunate souls stuck in this screw up, right? So let's get along!

[That's his short and simple message, and with a wink, he turns the video off.]
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[ The crew jumpsuit they gave him is tight with bright purple stripes running the length of it, when he's used to baggy plain grey. Wearing it he feels more like a podracer superstar than a former Imperial cargo pilot, which in turn makes him both slightly more confident and slightly more nervous, his body language all crossed legs and fidgeting. His dark eyes dart, nervous. ]

Listen. Listen. Hello, yes, listen, I need help.

[ He sounds a little urgent about it, voice dropped low. ]

Um, I've followed the instructions, and turned up to work, and I want to work, I do. It's the least I could do, I think.

[ He feels grateful enough to even be here that he's fallen immediately back into the old routine of following orders, and after the initial introduction and orientation was over his orders were to report for his first shift at the electronics store. So he's done that before even going to see if the directions to his ship held true. Before even seeing Cassian and Jyn. And that has... well, proven to be a mistake. ]

I've worked out how to send a message — assuming anyone actually sees this — but I don't really know how to fix them. Does anybody have any tips about using the technology here? It's just a little, um, different from what I'm used to. Okay. Thank you.

[ He seems a little sheepish about having to ask at all, grimacing to himself as he ends the transmission and signs off. ]

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