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Hello! A little light-hearted fun, shall we?

Please nominate your favourite eligible bachelor/ette aboard the Ximilia, and vote for who you believe deserves the title of Ximilia's Most Eligible Bachelor/ette!

The deadline is MARCH 3RD at 9:00 AM local time! Get your votes in quickly, everyone!

The winner can be featured on a commemorative trading card for the month of March. :) If he or she agrees, in any case. If they refuse, the title will go to the runner-up!

Thank you!

（ added a bit later... ）

And if anyone wishes to opt out of participation, please say so!

NOMINEES SO FAR:

ANDY (who sounds like a very interesting individual!)
~~NEWT (who doesn't love a good tattoo?)~~ STRONGLY DISQUALIFIED FOR BEING A CANNIBAL!
RITA (an actress! this is where I'd put my vote if I wasn't staying perfectly impartial!)
A GHOST?! (how terrifying!)
FINN (something about hearts...?)
YELENA (who doesn't love dogs? They're so cute and loyal!)
SABRIEL (a classy magic user has entered the ring!)
TAKESHI (I think he grows peaches? By all the voting, it seems he's kindly enough to share!)
ZHAO (a dragon chef!)
YENNEFER (I am given to understand she is on fire... perhaps someone should check on her...?)
WEI WUXIAN (I hear his hair is amazing!)
SHAUN XU (I think we were promised shirtless pictures...)
ALEKSANDER (are we sure about this one?)
STEVE (It seems like Wei Wuxian has some competition for 'best hair on the station'!)
DR. MCCOY (A medical man, and has anyone heard that accent? Charming!)
YUJIN (x2! and he tapdances! Wow, there are so many doctors here!!)
A FINE CLOAK? (is this... legal? Do people wish to date drapery?)
RYUNOSUKE (A lawyer! Do we need those here? But not a picky eater at least!)
DIMITRI (He rescues cats from trees! What's not to love?)
MAL (I hear you can get lost in his eyes! Sounds dreamy!)

[ooc; not to be taken too seriously, Unohana runs several newspaper columns in her own world and gets up to Shenanigans with the Shinigami Women's Association. She's a tiny bit of a troll but hides it behind the Soft Matron Energy.

... also it's a good way to gather information c:]

tochnyy

( Oh hey, it's Mal, wreathed in blue smoke, but clearly in one of the rooms of the tavern much of the party's taken residence in. If it looks like he’s trying to work the video and isn’t sure what he’s doing? Well. That’s what’s happening and why you get a view of some very dirt caked hands and mostly his nose at first. )

Alright, alright– ( Enter McCoy, who gives Mal's shoulder a comradely shove, and thus pushes him gently out of frame.

The doctor schools his expression into seriousness, having the bearing of an esteemed orator at a lectern, on the cusp of imparting some heretofore unheard-of wisdom.

...if only. )

Mr. Oretsev has so kindly asked me to convey to you all that the Great Mulgrowe's pipeweed, though of excellent quality and astonishin' strength, is completely useless when it comes to assistin' with the mission.

( A pause here, because he briefly turns back to Mal for confirmation. The other man has gone and draped himself in a chair with his pipe, as loosely-boned as Alice's indolent caterpillar. Mal offers a dreamy little wave, and a kind of proceed gesture to McCoy, who turns forward again, rolling his eyes genially. )

He also wishes for me to invite all y'all to vibe with him, as soon as it's convenient. Which is, to say, right now.

( The second Bones says ‘vibe,’ Mal can be seen mouthing the word a few times with an expression that reads ‘I have no idea what this means’ before he slowly slides off the chair he’s seated in and and on to the floor with a soft thump.

Bones is trying so, so hard to keep a straight face, his Georgia drawl thick and sweet as molasses, threatening to muddle into something utterly inscrutable if he talks for any longer.

So, of course, he does. )

I'm here – ( Ah'm 'a here- ) – to remind y'all ahead of wherever this cockamamy mission drags us into to take advantage of how flush we are in clerics right now. There ain't no sense runnin' headlong into potential danger if you're already hurtin'.

If you think I'm referrin' to you – Daisy, Itachi – then I am. Every one of y'all's important to someone here, even if you don't know it. Even if they don't know it.

Honor them by tryin' your damnedest to live, and to live well.

( So there. Satisfied, he leans back on his heels, and gives Mal another glance.

And Mal has managed to stand up and is now trying to lean, oh so casually, against the chair he'd fallen off of. He offers a thumbs up. The corner of McCoy's mouth curls into a smirk, as he adds: )

He says 'and bring sandwiches'.

groupiedrifter

[The little electronics shop has a small back room that is dangerously close to detection, when it comes to any government workers coming or going; just a door with a little private sign on the front — and behind that, there's a figure huddled over a desk, tie loosened and hair askew as he takes apart disarmed detonation collars and puts together prototypes to shut them down completely. His focus is impeccable, that's to be sure, but he's going on a second or maybe third night in a row without rest as he stares down the glassy front of a magnifying glass, fingers shock-still around a small welding gun that carefully patches pieces of refurbished technology together.

There is a hefty-sized box beside him, and he's placing his newly created disarming tools into it one at a time; it's gotten quite full. As he works... he starts... rambling into the feed. It does not stop. It almost seems like it never will.

Beside him on the desk, there are generic brand MEGA-CAFFEINE PATCHES.]

I can't just take it easy. Are you kidding? Taking it easy means there's less time to perfect the proper tools we need for this job; if I screw up and everyone's heads pop like grapes, what's that gonna say about me? That I'm a two-bit piece of shit engineer — and yeah, okay, so engineering isn't my primary skillset, but I helped build giant plasma canons, alright? I fortified armaments for 200 foot robots! I built a drifting PONS out of garbage! So, like, I can't just fail at this mission. Besides, this is Viv's home world, so if I fuck it up, I'll basically be letting her down; what would I even say? "Sorry I let people you probably care about go kablooey? At least I made you a dumpy robot body that isn't anywhere near as good as the ones you've got on your world?" Pfft, no, no way. So excuuuse me if I hit some caffeine patch vendors up for a little pick-me-up; what else was I gonna do, snort sci-fi cocaine? I'm not gonna snort sci-fi cocaine; let's leave that to the Scarface wannabes, yeah? I'm steady as shit right now, couldn't be more steady, like Doogie Howser up in this bi — shit! Electronic shock. Sorry. Don't worry, I'm not gonna blow myself up. C'mon, do I look like a guy who would blow himself up? Okay, maybe I look like a guy who'd blow himself up, but I've been alive 36 blissful years and I haven't turned myself into a reenactment of Jeff Goldblum at the end of The Fly yet. What a sick movie, totally worth it for the gross-out. A lesser man would have played it in its entirety at one of our movie nights, but I'm a kind and compassionate soul who would never do such a thing; Newton H. Geiszler is an angel. I don't know why I put an 'H' in there, I don't have a middle name. Does everyone have a middle name? Shit, did my dad skimp out on me? First he makes me a torrid love affair baby, then he curses me genetically with the gold trophy standard of ADHD and bad eyesight, and now he's not giving me my due right as a German-American by giving me some ugly middle name like Clarence or Wolfgang. Actually, Wolfgang sounds kind of lit. Newton Wolfgang Geiszler. Dude, I might just adopt that for myself. Shit! I don't know. What time is it? Someone'll come and let me know when we're doing the mission thing, right? 'Cus I'll be fine to do it, I'll rest in a little bit; I've been taking catnaps in-between finishing disarming tools. Trust me, I'm the king of taking power naps while sitting upright. I've even done it on a stool before, easy peasy pumpkin peasy pumpkin pie. Oh! Actually, I need to think of names for these ones, right? Like how I named the Newtrilizer. I loved that fucking thing; I'm actually using a few notes from that to help make these, too. But I'm seriously blanking on a name... Hermann would probably think it's stupid to name it, but what does he know, anyway? Only a complete loser would name something after a bunch of dead scientists or boring numbers. He's not here to stop me, so whatever! I'll do what I want! And what I want is to name this one The Geiszler Extemporizer. The Geiszler Depolarizer? Or is that too long? It's kind of a mouthful... I guess naming it something that ends in E-R is pretty boring, though. Maybe I'm boring, too. Damn, I don't wanna be boring... Ooooh, I think I'm having heart palpations. Or hot flashes? I really need to get some air conditioning installed in this place. How am I so poor and underequipped in every job after MIT? You'd think saving the world would get me a hell of a lot more money; mo' money, less problems, ha! Ha.... Mmmrrr.

[He quiets for a moment, then another moment, and then his head slouches forward to rest on his chest. There's a quiet buzzing of dead noise and a soft snore before he he startles back awake, gripping the soldering tool more firmly in his hand.]

Whoa!

[He sniffs, rubbing his eye.

Looks left. Looks right.

Squints at the equivalent of a flashing red video light in his vision.]

... Was I recording?

oiorpata

Archaeology is neat. Apparently art theft and art dealing is the way to go on this planet. Shaun and I teamed up with Xichen and Huaisang to dig around ourselves. [ pun a little intended. ]

Most antique trading here ends up with the objects at the Museum in Vrefesea, and Hortensia seems to have found something significant on her pre-death last dig, an artifact Jove was attempting to sell to a higher bidder than what the Museum was offering. The deal fell through.

The Museum is missing an artifact in the form of a fancy book, with a reward out for its safe return, and Huaisang and I were able to confirm it as the same object Jove was looking to sell. It's an antique book about the early days and people of Novis Nox. The Museum hired a certain Detective Val Pinot to track it down, but no one we spoke to seemed to think he had it in his possession yet.

It looks like there's a good chance this book is the orb. A book orb. The Borb, according to Shaun. [ yes of course andy is going to roll with that, it's fucking funny. ]

[ she attaches a picture of the borb from the newspaper. shaun helped her figure out how because he's a champ. ]

Viveca said the Borb was in Vrefesea, and Hortensia looks like the last person who physically had it, with the Day family on their way to her funeral. And now Jove is dead, but it's hard to imagine none of the other siblings don't know where the book might be.

[ and that's it, well thought out conclusions are for squares. ]

shadysided

Okaaaay, scooby gang. How about you put all your big brainy heads together and start giving each other the scoop?

Because you guys have been running around like crazy, so I figure I'd be... useful and make a group huddle here over the network.

....

I don't usually do group projects, soooo. Have... at it.

Go team, or whatever.

... And also, I don't think Luna's involved at all. I mean, chances were low anyway, but I've been with her a lot and she's really not giving off any suspicious vibes. Her brother Oden might? But he didn't really do anything that weird when I followed him and Luna. Okay, he did say something about having 'an agreement' with Jove and that 'Jove was alone in his idea'. And then he told her not to worry, that she'll get her part of her inheritance when she's of age.

As for the night of the murder, Luna said she had gone to sleep first. That the railroad tracks kept her awake, and when she went to Helios and Terra's door and knocked to try and hang out with them, they weren't answering. Maybe not even there, since I can't imagine why they'd just totally ignore her...

[She scratches the back of her head.]

She's gonna be teaching me some card games later, so. You're all on your own tonight. But I'll keep an eye out to make sure nothing else comes up that might be useful.

[After a deep sigh, she adds — some minutes later, to avoid too many ears and eyes:]

... My dream for the future is to have a long life with my sister. That we can come back to a town that gives us a chance at really living. That my family could be — fixed by the orbs, so maybe we could just... be happy. Just for once.

There. Personal goal accomplished. I hope.

[OOC: FEEL FREE TO INFO-DUMP and threadhop!!! I'm just your handy dandy vessel to do the clue-sharing.]

starer

[Hi, ~~Ximilia~~ Taeum. Guess whose given up his hermit ways and joined the land of the living again. The fact a certain long-term inpatient has finally woken back up may have played a part in that though.]

Whoever decided where to send us screwed up. They sent a kid to hell, and a killer here.

[Because he refuses to believe that Eleven didn't wake up too. And the fact that he's here and she isn't-]

Tell me I ain't the only one who heard Viveca when we left.

[That surprise in her voice. Something went wrong. And once again, they're left in the dark about it all.]

Also, cause I'm curious. How many of you changed when you turned up here?

[And do they think they'll change back when they leave? Someone's not happy about losing the arm Wakanda gifted him with.]

[ooc: please feel free to threadjack at will!]

calmness

[there's a few beats of silence before he speaks on the network, a steadying breath can be heard before lan xichen speaks. he looks down as he speaks, brows furrowed and his normal gentle smile is nowhere to be seen. if someone were to say he looks haunted, they’re not far off.] I -- What has happened is my responsibility. The sudden collapse of what we were experiencing here.

I spoke with Ford Branson to try to learn more about the town and pressed too far. He spoke about his family mostly and how much he loved this town. Speaking to him, I do not think he made a deal with the Orb... [a pause, a deep breath and when he speaks, his voice is a little more hollow and frayed.]. Not knowingly.

But I think what happened here is tied to his love for his family.

While we were talking, he clutched a locket which contained photos of his family and called it his most prized treasure. That the locket kept them safe, even when he spent all his time in the mines.

Perhaps the locket is the Orb itself or it is otherwise with him. And– and I don’t know if it was merely nervousness or self-soothing, but as he grew more distressed he spoke to himself. Almost a conversation where the other side kept telling him nothing happened and that it would be alright… Until the end when he called for it to stop and ran.

Then everything froze.

What triggered him was asking about pulsefire. He told me that pulsefire is used to clean out towns by bandits, who are looking for treasure. It leaves nothing living behind. [he visibly shudders here, pausing as if pulled into a memory before shaking his head to clear it. when he speaks again, his voice is steadier, barely, but lacks its normal air of calm.] Bandits use to clear trouble, leave treasures. But Ford’s treasures were living…

laviny

Has anyone else heard anything about a group of bandits called the Bouldersnakes?

Shaun, Bucky and I have been doing some digging at the saloon and the name has come up a few times. The information is almost always vague and the subject is usually shut down. But Bucky was able to get one of the locals to talk a little.

[By scaring them. The Winter Soldier scared a dude into talking. Anyway…]

He said the Bouldersnakes are very large, very bad group, and they are willing to do ugly things to get what they want. Usually they would ignore a town like this, but a man named Rudy tried to give them some ore once. Maybe that got their attention.

It scares the old Branson man, too. He stormed out of the saloon when he heard the name. I tailed him for awhile and he was visibly shaken.

I have been wondering if they could be involved in the fate of the town somehow. Maybe the fire wasn’t an accident.

callada

Between all of us now on the station, I have a feeling there are a lot of holidays we could be celebrating that aren't Christmas. A few of you've been talking about them. Some of the rest of us probably don't have holidays around this time of year, or maybe come from places without many holidays in general.

So I got to thinking, what if we make our own holiday? Nobody gets left out, nobody feels like someone's celebrating things they can't relate to, but instead it's something for all of us. Mash together your favorite traditions, invent new ones if you like that better, and we'll all come up with a name for it. Celebrate that we get to try and make things back home better if we all get this stuff with the orbs right.

This doesn't have to happen right this month, since I know a lot of you already have your favorite holidays going on right now, but sometime. After we bring back another orb, maybe.

Any ideas?

((please feel free to threadjack each other's posts, btw, no need to wait for Rosi to reply to everything because he won't, let's be real))

webdesigned

hey, so, full disclosure: this is super weird for me. i've never done this before. like, classically when i tell people bad stuff happens so i sorta don't tell anyone, but uh, here goes:

so i've got... superpowers. it feels like?? that's not that big a deal around here. some people are like 9 ft tall and can do magic (???) and have full robotic wings so it's just nbd but also for me it kinda is a big deal so it's a little scary to be upfront about this but i super duper did just liveblog my spider wall-crawling to the entire team during the last mission pandora's box is way open so yeah i have superpowers

( and apparently he's no better at trying to send brain messages, RIP friendos, his brain is just Like This )

but anyway, uh... since there are a lot of us, maybe if you wanna, we can... share??? nothing more than you are comfortable with, obviously, and trust me if you wanna hang back and stay quiet i get it. back home, i can't share this stuff. it gets people hurt. i was just thinking here, maybe... and since there's a ton of you like me or not even like me but different too, i don't know. maybe it'd be good for us to know who can do what? what we're all capable of? things we should look out for?

i guess i should go first. i, uh... can crawl on walls. everybody saw that (SIDEBAR that is my bad for that shaky camera work if i gave you motion sickness i am so so so sorry). i'm pretty strong too. and maybe be careful trying to touch me or throw things at me bc my senses make me react if it seems like a threat and i'm not super good at turning it off. i'm trying though. i have webslingers too, for flyin around?? so that's cool

uh... that's it? ama? i'll try and answer... or you can tell me anything, if you wanna talk shop. if you wanna keep things dl, private works. trust that i get it, this feels so viscerally uncomfortable, like those went to school in ur underwear dreams, only i really did it, holy snickerdoodle, i really hope this does not blow up in my face

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