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[It's the afternoon after platform. Ryo doesn't look happy - how could he, after what happened at platform? - but he's holding himself together, and he can at least keep calm and manage something close to neutral in front of the ICP.]

I don't know how many of you knew her, but- Persephone left today. She's a goddess of spring, and she did a lot of upkeep in the greenhouse car. It's going to be a lot harder to keep everything growing well without her here, and I could use the help, if anyone wants to lend a hand. You don't have to have plant magic or be good at gardening - you just have to be willing to try.

Thank you.

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May. 5th, 2022 03:51 pm
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[ The camera function comes on, showing two figures – the first, much larger and in focus, is a blue-grey woman with very visible cat ears and tail. She seems chipper, as much as anyone can be after recent events, and is wearing an apron. Those who’ve seen her around enough to recognize her will know that she’s a member of Purple Team, and that their round of cooking is over and done with; leaving the question of why she’s in the top floor of the kitchen car to begin with. And why her apron says, clearly in bedazzled letters from the art car: KISS THE COOK.

Emet-Selch, on the other hand, is dressed in his usual over formal attire, standing with his back to whatever it is that Pahja is doing behind him; there seems to be an absolute sense of nonchalance, even as he moves around the kitchen. His hands move, and his head tilts a little as he hears Pahja begin to speak, a frown settled on his face - the kind that speaks of a familiar exasperation with a situation.

Pahja beams, facing the camera.
]

Right, greetings all! It has come to my attention that what food exists in our world, [ A gesture to Emet-Selch and herself. ] is rather different in both names and composition than what many other people here are familiar with.

[ Emet-Selch cuts in, his frown growing a little deeper. ]


Must you keep record of the simplest of chores that I do here? I doubt anyone is overly concerned with my ability to perform in the kitchen, nor what ingredients I might have used previously.

[ As he turns, it’s clear that Emet-Selch is preparing one of the recipes for the month - there's soup, and mushrooms, and it looks fine. Following instructions is hardly the most difficult task of his lifetime, after all, and he’s lived long enough that cooking isn’t the most tiresome of feats. Yet.

It remains to be seen if cooking with Pahja hovering is more or less exhausting than the usual.

For her part, Pahja simply rolls her eyes at his protests. It’s good for him, she’s sure, and it isn’t that she’s ungrateful for his company or his cooking skills, just that he could probably attempt to do it without dragging his feet and complaining. Though she’s reasonably certain that he wouldn’t be Emet-Selch if he did.
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I think someone dressed as you are makes a very interesting picture in the kitchen, seeing as you refused your matching apron. After I went to all the trouble to decorate it, too! [ Some people just can’t appreciate a good thing when they see one. But it is also clear that she carries no ill-will towards him, and probably didn’t even expect him to wear it at all. ] What I wished to ask you all is to tell me about the foods and snacks that you enjoyed at home. If you would be willing to share how to make it, or even cook it, all the better! Even Emet has agreed to cook something from his youth. Well, his pre-Emperor days, at least. Not his youth youth, I fear that may be impossible–

[ That last bit is said softly, under her breath more as a musing than an attempt to pester Emet-Selch. As soon as Pahja is done speaking, Emet-Selch’s face leans into the frame with a frown, and he lifts his hand. ]

That’s enough of that. Respond to her if you wish, but we are finished here.

[ And, suddenly, it’s over. ]
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[Najaran sighed and with Gremlin's help figured out how to send a video message. Machines were still a little confusing to her.]

[A deep breath then she began speaking to where Gremlin's small scaly finger came into frame to point her to.]

"Leia and I already talked about it. But I figure a lot of you are gonna wanna let me know how upset you are that I didn't let the train evacuate me at the end of the last mission. That I tried to stand and fight those things. That I refused to run away again. Anyway, I'm probably going to be hungry a lot this month, so if you're going to yell at me, I'd rather just let everyone yell at me today and just get it over with, okay?"

[She hesitated, unsure, then shrugged.] "So yeah. I'll be in the Garden car if you want to come yell at me in person. Just please be careful not to hurt Woodfolk, they had nothing to do with it."

[Again that scaled hand came onto the screen to point out what she was supposed to do next.]
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[ Hello, train, Tidus on the screen, and the call is coming from (inside the house) inside the cinema car. Fortunately, when no one's watching any movies.

He gives a fake cough, hand up to his mouth to go with it. ]


Ahem. So! I don't have any muffins or a guy-cute face like Ryo's, but there is a cute guy I wanna talk about, and a vote.

That guy? Is my pal Romeo who's been here way too long. And the vote? Is about the popcorn machine in here.

[ He moves, pointing over to where the popcorn machine sits at the far end of the aisle. ]

Hard to see from down here, but the guy who bought that and buys the kernels? That was all him! And I know a lot of us've gotten fun out of it. So if you have, why not spare a vote to making them permanent? Either that or getting an art car. If you've seen Romeo around, I bet it's been him having fun with the paints!

[ And his mouth draws into a wider grin saying. ]

Thanks for your time! [ He gives a fun little salute. ] And see ya around!
fivemilesdeep: (A good idea)
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[The video in the kitchen car turns on, showing Ryo holding up a tray of freshly baked muffins - half poppyseed and half chocolate chip, from the looks of it - and wearing a smile a bit more mischievous than usual.]

I don't know how many people have looked at the shop today, but we can now vote on improvements to the train. I had six votes, and I'd imagine most people have about that many.

I also have freshly baked muffins, and I'd like to offer a trade: if you vote to add scaffolding in the garden car, I'll give you a muffin, as long as I still have them available. If we get enough votes for scaffolding and you still want a muffin, voting for protein and dairy or for meat will also count. I'll be in the kitchen for a little while if you want to come talk to me.

[Yes, he is happily bribing the train to get what he wants. No, he has no shame - at least, not over this.]

Also, Thanatos, can you come see me when you get a minute? No rush.

[There's a poppyseed muffin set aside for Thanatos. Ryo takes care of his friends.]
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[Video]

[Yondu's opting for a video post though he did consider audio. But he really wants to put out there how important this is to him. He needs help and he can finally damn well practice what he preaches and ask for it.]

[Okay, deep, uneasy exhale before explaining.]

I uh.... before I showed up here, the same day even, there was a mutiny aboard my ship. Had a buncha folks decide they didn't like I was takin' cheaper jobs to keep from doin' stuff I weren't comfortable with. I was usually able to make excuses- we still made plenty but a few outspoken bastards were real upset I didn't always pick the options with more in our pockets, and then my first mate got jealous. Called me out in front of everyone. 'Caused a shitstorm. [He's a little distant in describing that.]

He didn't know how bad it'd get. The traitors... they uh... Hell... Alright if you're a kid or you don't gotta deal with a lotta death, just turn this off. Get the hell outa here. It ain't for you. [A long-winded request for help with a memorial follows...] )
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[Raven is standing near an ICP, with a clear view of the screen.]

Um...hi. For those who don't know me, I'm Raven. I'm one of the healers on the train. I meant to update and do this announcement before, then we had the void storm.

[Which ruined a few plans.]

We can't really do much about getting teleported back to our beds if we sleep somewhere else. But I know a lot of us have issues with sleep besides that. I've made various sleep aids, usually tea or tonics to be mixed in tea, to help with relaxation and good sleep. I've also made crystal dream-catchers, that can go up in your cabin and trap bad dreams. They'd get cleansed once a month.

I'm in Medical, or I can meet you somewhere if you'd like more details. I'm willing to share the recipes from my spellbooks too.
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[Yugi appeared leaning over slightly. He was making sure whatever was behind him couldn't be soon in his cabin room.]

I have a question.

Have others been discovering powers that they had from that place?

[He sounded nervous as he asked that glancing off to the side. He didn't want to ask, but he knew that he had to.]

Because I just very recently discovered mine and well... It's fine just... Need perhaps a little help in figuring out how to better deal with it when I've never had abilities before.

[He soon sighed slightly as he moved to the side revealing... who knows they all looked like balls of something or another covering the bed and the floor as well. Some seemed rather long while others weren't even a shape of any kind. Some were odd colours too. No two ever seemed to be the same.]

If anyone can help, I would appreciate it.
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( Jingyi flops back to be sitting on a bed (large! well, double versus the twins of the cabins, so anyone who's in the doubles carriage is already used to this, lucky buds. He gives the ICP a look after sighing, holding up his hands in a stopping gesture. He keeps his voice lower since, well, this talks into cabins and some people are likely asleep, but: )

Okay, so, right. How do people sleep alone? It's so quiet! The big bed's nice, but I'm waking myself up here.

( He doesn't do pleading as his best look, but here, have a twenty-one year old making a Beseeching Expression to the people awake enough to have noticed the ICP up and talking. )

Anyone up for a four night sleepover or something? Elidibuses need not apply.

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Jun. 25th, 2019 05:57 am

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