audio. un: barnes. (with bonus un: s.wilson)

[starer]

[It's shortly after the latest batch of new arrivals turn up that a post makes its way on to the network. But it's a little different to the usual information dump that Bucky's previously made. This time, the text is replaced with audio. And all thanks to a special guest...]

So Quill did the whole Halloween thing yesterday. That makes today November 1st, if we're going by Earth's calendar.

[Five months on this station already. Time flies, huh?]

Dusty's gone. Disappeared before the last mission. So if someone else wants to take over rationing, lists are in the file next to the fridge.

[Because who needs a segue when you can just get right down to business?

There’s a rustle of someone moving from nearby, the sound of a background voice drawing closer, words muffled around a yawn and finally becoming more clear, the Louisiana accent bleeding through a little more strongly than usual:]

… know how to put the fun in KP duty. What Grumplestiltskin over here is tryna explain is: We got no cook, but Bucky and I’ve been keeping inventory on food supplies. We been setting aside emergency supplies in case of surprise shutdowns and missed food shipments. Usually got more than enough food, so help yourself to whatever, we ain't controlling the supply, just keeping an eye.

Also not feeding the lot of you, but when grumples and I cook, there's gonna be extra for everyone to grab. Unless someone decides to start a food fight again. Don't look at me like that, you know what you did.

[There's an under the breath grumble of "You're the one who got batter all over my pants."]

We've also been keeping an inventory of everything that goes unclaimed after each drop. You can find it all at the end of the rec room. If you need anything, check the list on the wall. It'll save you time. Just mark off anything you take when you're done.

[Being responsible is the worst. Someone please take all of this over for them so he doesn't have to deal with Sam's disappointed face when he shirks his duties.]

Hey speaking of inventory, are you wearing my jacket? I swear if you do your 'look at me, I'm so cool' thing and rip the sleeve off…

Someone's borrowing mine.

[Because that explains everything, right?]

Looking for some volunteers. Sterile walls ain't exactly the most welcoming for some of the people here. [Especially if you're 14!] Steve's gone though, so I ain't exactly got access to an artist anymore. If there's anyone here with some ideas on how to brighten this place up, I got some stuff from the last drop that could help.

Trust me, I fixed a whole ass boat with him, the man’s surprisingly useless with a paintbrush. Never believe him when he claims to have gotten paint on you by accident. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[There's just a look thrown in Sam's direction. And then, right as the feed's about to cut, there's also one last comment.]

Changing your regret is possible. You decide to do it, make sure you're willing to foot the bill.

[And with that helpful warning, he's done.]


[ooc: Red is Sam. Blue is Bucky. Expect to be tagteamed (unless threads are made private ofc)]

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audio; un: navigator

[droide]

[ There comes across the comms a voice that sounds artificial-- with a metallic ring to it like it's coming out of a speaker (because it is). ]

Why in the Maker's name would we go by "Earth's" calendar?

...Whatever Earth is.

[starer]

Never said you should. Just that they celebrated an Earth holiday yesterday, which would make today the first, back home.

audio; un: megatron

[flickerandfade]

How would one go about requesting palatable fuel if we cannot make use of organic matter? While I am capable of operation for a short while yet, I will require fuel of some sort. Energon is preferred, of course.

audio; un: s.wilson

[unclesam]

When it comes to nutrition, the station provides whatever the inhabitants need, but. Ah. Ain't so sure your situation qualifies as 'dietary need'. Check in with Viveca, just to be safe? If you ain't covered by food, I'm sure we can help you rig up some temporary supplies from equipment on the station and get you set up through the regular supply drop.

[ Holy shit they got actual cyborgs on board now. Or robots? Androids? Whatever they fall under, Ximilia's got them now. ]

[starer]

Like Sam said. We get everything at each drop. What's your fuel look like? Cause a lot of stuff shows up here.

audio; un: nightmoves

[ruinously]

'Scuse me for bein the oblivious noob here, but what do you mean 'inventory of everything that goes unclaimed after each drop'? Does stuff just randomly appear?

audio; un: s.wilson

[unclesam]

Sure does. We get food shipments, and we get supply drops of stuff Viveca imports from other planets by teleporting them onto Ximilia. Clothes, shoes, bags, books, decorative items, random knick knacks. Just... stuff.

audio | un:summers

[proactive_with_pep]

Do people usually end up regretting their regret?

[starer]

Depends. Most people here are smart enough to choose right the first time round.

Things change though, sometimes.

audio: un: goodvibes

[aurable]

I'd be honored to inject a little color and positive energy into the place! How do you feel about red?

[ Color theory is literally this guy's religion. ]

[starer]

Ain't got a problem with it. But I'm pretty sure sticking to one color's not the best idea.

voice; un: clarke

[romancekiller]

I was helping Dusty with the rationing and the lists for the schedules so I don't mind taking that over and I can also pitch in to help brighten up this place too since I'm an artist. I think that would be a good idea and I can work with whatever people suggest.

As for the part about changing your regret, can you elaborate more on that?

[starer]

You're more than welcome to it.

[Anything to take the work away from him!

Though he doesn't focus on that for long. Not with the question. He may have told Sam that he wanted to warn others. But that doesn't mean he's particularly happy about doing it.]

What do you want to know?

un: starkov / text

[peasant]

we could try murals? if anyone has special requests for what they want in the common areas or their own shared spaces, i don't mind making an attempt.

i was a mapmaker for awhile. more recently a painter, if you want to count braccia. what kind of materials do you have leftover?

[starer]

[Text to voice, then voice to text. Thank you, Viveca!]

There's a whole load of stuff. Paint, paper, tape to stick things up. String lights. I just collected whatever was available.

Audio; un: belova

[laviny]

[This is all important information, but Yelena is laughing.]

Grumplestiltskin. That’s very good.

audio; un: s.wilson

[unclesam]

[ The message comes in response to Yelena, but the words, laced with glee, aren't actually directed at her: ]

See, Buck, this is why Yelena's my favorite. She appreciates and enables me.

video; un: newt

[groupiedrifter]

[Newton moans pathetically from under a blanket in his room.]

Uuugh... not so loud...

[Someone may or may not have drank w a y too much to follow any of this.

Pity me, I'm dying. 🥺]

action

[unclesam]

[ Sam doesn't bother responding. Instead, about half an hour later he shows up at Newt's room a while after this message, softly rapping his knuckles against the door. Bringing with him some hangover grub, plenty of non alcoholic liquid, and some aspirin. Look at that, Newt. People care. ]

voice; un: stardust

[shadysided]

What, are you gonna turn this place into a pediatrician's office?

Draw a bunch of people holding hands on the wall?

[She's stuck in the infirmary, but it doesn't mean her sass can't be properly distributed through the ship. Apologies if she's more bitter than usual, boys, it's been a long and miserable week.]

[starer]

Five months surrounded by plain white walls can be a lot, even for me.

[Look, it's easier (and less creepy) than admitting he wants to tame a teenager.]

voice; un: fullmetal

[chrysology]

[Ed is.....not an artist. clearly.. But look it is harder with him attempting to write and draw with his left hand, given his auto-mail. So he doesn't bother signing himself up for art or painting or whatever.]

Hey, I didn't start the food fight. For the record.

But. Wait, what? Changing our regret? What price for something like that? Or, I guess, it's more. Individual? Depending on the regret, how much it would 'cost'?

[Of course there is a catch if one wanted to do it. Equivalent Exchange. Does he really want to know? He's not sure. He's never thought about it but his main regret was what happened to Alphonse. So of course that's it, here. But there's also so many others too. It would probably cost a lot more to undo all of it. To try save Al, his mother, Nina and so many others.]

[starer]

[He's quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out quite how to respond to that. As much as he knows he needs to warn others, he isn't comfortable with giving out the details of what he did. So eventually-]

Something personal. Big. Something you might end up regretting agreeing to, but you know you don't have any other option. Not when the regret you're trying to undo is so much more important.

text; un: hgottlieb

[bijective]

I assisted with Dusty’s ration itinerary so I’ll happy to pop in when necessary. But it seems like you have plenty of help to go around here, so I won’t interfere.

I must admit, however, the touch of orderliness is a breath of fresh air.

[starer]

There's over sixty people on this station. Pretty sure they could use all the hands they get.

Could always take over the post drop inventory instead, if you want.

[spacedisaster]

You guys are super married. [ What? Someone had to speak the truth. ]

I hadn't seen Steve in a while, I was wondering what might have happened to him. Sorry to hear that he's gone. [ He didn't know the man that well, but...it was Steve Rogers, and he meant a lot to a lot of people. Peter also figures this isn't going to sit well with Sam, more so after already losing Natasha. ]

As for the ship's make over...oh boy, I can't wait to see what sort of artful messes people comes up with. [ He's going to need popcorn, and enjoy every minute of it. ]

[starer]

[He just ends up giving Sam a befuddled look at the first comment. But is quick to move along.]

I ain't. He's gone back home. That's where he belongs.

[Even if home is seventy years in the past.]

As for decorating, you're not joining in?

audio; un: murphy

[cucaracha]

[ There's a lot to process here, but most importantly, Murphy sees a role he can fill that might actually be useful in this place. ]

I can cook for everyone. I'm a wizard even with rations. You won't believe what I can do with three ingredients.

[starer]

They have a schedule going. Saves one person being stuck doing all the work.

Sounds like Clarke's gonna take over, if you want to add your name to the list.

text ↪ un: 朱

[blackfire]

（ the ease and familiarity with which these two speak not only to each other but also to the network at large tells itachi several things: they have known each other some time, are accustomed to some level of command and conflict within it, and have been here long enough to feel comfortable with delegating to others.

they are, therefore, people worth paying mind to.

itachi has not put his mind to the possibility of allies with any specificity yet, but he is keenly aware that success here is more likely to be born of cooperation. it's with that in mind that he reaches out, somewhat against his nature. ）

It seems we are here for no other purpose beyond the changing of regret. Consequences of those changes are unavoidable — what have you witnessed?

（ nothing is free. if you wish to secure a precious thing, you cannot flinch at the cost. such things are paid always in blood.

the rest of their communication is radio static — he needs no more supplies than what he carries with him, and is largely indifferent to food so long as it sustains him. he can understand the call for art in an objective sense — there are civilians here, some quite young, and it would be a comfort for them, but it isn't one he is able to offer. itachi can draw, but it's with the sharp, analytical bent of one accustomed to battle-math, maps, schematics, sketches of people glimpsed once at a distance whose likeness needs be recorded. not for pleasure or abstraction. ）

[starer]

Undoing a regret, sure. You want to wipe out a mistake from the past, this is the place to do it.

[Supposedly. But they're all here for a reason. And it's their individual beliefs that these orbs can undo them that makes their presences here possible.]

I was talking about changing the contract you made when you came here.

audio; un: stargirl

[bossily]

What's the cost to changing it? Your regret?

locked. (audible to sam)

[starer]

[The only reason he doesn't play this off is because Clara is one of the very few people he's met on this station that he actually likes. That he'd even go as far as to say he trusts. In a way. So giving her a basic rundown makes sense to him. One more person who can be on the look out if the Winter Soldier does rear his head again.]

During the war, I was captured. They brainwashed me. Used a set of codewords to turn me in to their weapon.

[A very simplified version of events. But even Steve didn't know all the details.]

After I got out, some people I knew managed to undo it all. They gave me my life back.

The orbs- They took that fix away. That's what it cost me.