[Mike has been less social that he would normally be — call it being too stunned to function. At least, as he had before. Between losing his friends, losing his fucking fingers, and then seeing monsters... this whole new event is just another drop in a pail that is chock full of rocks already. On a freaky planet, with freaky circumstances, full of freaky new imagery? Sure, thanks. 

Damn. 

But... Mike can't just keep to himself forever. So he clears his throat, trying to sound normal. Casual.

Problems? What problems? If he talks to you guys, he can ignore all the things that'd make him tear his hair out.]


So, you guys usually turn into blank-eyed turkeys standing out in the rain, or...?

Because — it was kind of The Twilight Zone around here for a few hours, when I woke up. 

I poked, flicked your ears, even made fun of your jumpsuits. Nada from you guys. Good to see you're not all living mannequins, though. 

 
 
Hey, guys, it's Hughes. :) 

Since I am in communications, I have been spending a horrible amount of time getting used to this insanely advanced technology — thank you for that, by the way! The best way to arrive in a new and totally dangerous world is also learning you're completely behind by many centuries! 

But I have adapted. Made great progress! Look, I can do faces. :) 

:( 

6_9 This one looks dizzy. 

:'( And we have a sad one here.

I need more! Please send me your faces ASAP, it's gravely important. So much more enjoyable than typewriters! No need for white ink or ribbons or buttons jamming! I wrote an entire letter to my friend Roy missing my R key.

So essentially I was diving him insane because I wote oy eveytime his name came up.

He eally hated me.

Anyway, hone your art skills! Show me what you can do while I'm on the clock. I'll need more than two things to focus on around here, because my attention span is far too used to being split three different directions.

Look. I made a flower for my favorite people (you know who you are).

............._ _
..........._{ ' }_
..........{ `.!.` }
...........,_/Y\_,'
............{_,_}
..............|
............(\| /)
.............\| //
..............|//
...........\\ |/ //
.......^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I CHALLENGE YOU TO... AN ART COMPETITION. I SCORE BASED ON CREATIVITY AND EFFORT. 

OR WHATEVER ELSE YOU CAN DO WITH THIS THING. 

I've already figured out the picture taking part.

;)

..._

thanks sirius for the face tips :))))
 
 
06 July 2015 @ 07:05 pm
Returning to the subject of the... bleedover events some of us have experienced. The impressions, whathaveyou. Are we meant to be doing anything about that? Or are we all just politely pretending not to have involuntarily glanced into one another's memories?

I really am game for ignoring them unless talking about it leads it to stop somehow, but I am uncertain about the etiquette that's being established here.
 
 
30 June 2015 @ 04:05 pm
Hey. So here's an easy poll. Bit shorter than the standard, just one question.

How many people aren't getting any of the shit everyone else seems to be getting? I mean none of it. Can't exactly say that I'm sorry but still. Universal experience excluding a few of us? And there's got to be more than just me.




[And what's the significance? Is there any? But speculation is dangerous, and he's got paranoia enough on his own, so. It'll just stay at that, for now.]
 
 
23 June 2015 @ 01:56 pm
[He's been keeping to himself this entire time, working his way around the ship and learning where the lifts go and what times of day make it easiest to travel without running into anyone. Ailanne's intention had been to avoid everyone, find a way out of this place, and continue on his merry way.

Obviously, that hasn't happened yet.

Then comes the multitude of problems: he's stuck there. With no way home. No idea what's going on. And not a damned clue how to work any of the technology he's continuously faced with. (He'd stared down a microwave the other night and come no closer to discovering its purpose. He'd assumed it was an extra storage place and left the remains of his cold dinner there.)

So he tries to work his communicator again -- he'd gotten it to work once! Surely he can do it again. He's not a complete fool. He's actually very intelligent, thank you. Just... in other areas.
]

Hello?

[It's not on yet. He's staring at a blank screen. More button mashing is required. There is no method to that madness -- he just hits everything that pops up on the screen. First, he manages some text:]

8y3typ7PQ7TR FY

[Okay. Cool. Cool. He's got this. That was text. He's not sure what he just did, but he's managed to post one of his button mashing attempts.

Now how does he project his image? The button mashing saga continues. Anyone watching this train wreck will see flashes of his face, eyes narrowed in intense concentration. But the video continues to cut in and out.
]

Why won't-- --Fate's damned-- --work!

[And that's all you see and hear before the feed finally cuts on long enough to show the communicator's trip sailing through the air. The feed dies again as it smashes into a hallway wall.

Moral of the story: Ailanne still has no idea how to work the comm. But he's almost got it. So he might be able to reply.
]
 
 
15 June 2015 @ 04:45 pm
[Serah's face comes in way too close for comfort, if only for a second, before she sets the camera down on a table, propped up, to offer a waist-up shot of her. Offering a smile, she waves.]

I hope everyone can see me. I haven't used the video option much, but we had similar technology on Cocoon. [Her hands intertwine in front of her.]

My name is Serah Farron, and I got here on the jump before the last one. A few of you had talked to me, but I figured I should introduce myself.

Back home, on Cocoon--well, Gran Pulse, I guess, but that's not important--I was a teacher. I don't think we have much of a school set up here, and I know most of us have jobs, but I wouldn't mind teaching anyone up to high school subjects if they wanted it, and I could teach survival tactics as well, but I'm not sure if they'd be useful in space.. I was a jack-of-all-trades teacher since I was the only one in my village, and I don't have any official certification, but I think I can handle it.

[Her smile grows brighter. She's not sure if anyone will take the offer, but she's always willing. It would bring some sense of normalcy, here.]

Also, I'd like to get a job in support or security, if there's any need. Thank you for listening!

[And with a wave and then darkness mixed with the sound of jostling, the feed turns off]