22 October 2014 @ 10:29 pm
Tḩ̸̝͙͈̮̟͙̩̙̺͍̩͇̱ͭ̂͆̐ͥ̓͆̓̎̉ͥ͋̓̾̓̌͌͟͞ì̶͇̖͔͔̅ͤs is Mystique. I▒▒

know this is a strange time considering the comms are malf█oning but I have a request. ▒i̤̘̰̼̾͝ͅt̹̘̲ͨ͑ͤ̈̉ͪ͝h̏ͫ͑ͬ͏͈̥͚̼͞ t̢͖̙͉͔̞ͣͪ͒̎̕h̙͛͌̇̅̂͑̅ͩ̕͡eͥ͂̍ͭ̚͏͕̻̼͉ support and collaboration of CFO Carolyn Fry, I plan to base some investigations about the Tranquility from ▛ new frame ▒f reference: t▒░▒▒ ship's hull.

We need new equipment, including:
  1. timekeeping devices, small, to survive the Jump to measure t░e duration(s) ▒̷̵̨̛̲͇̹̩̹͔̖̦̄̏̐̊͊̎͌͂̐̃̓͒ͬ̄ͩͥ̅͜▒░̶̸͉̰̺̞̝̞̦̩̳̪̲̺͎̣̝͂ͮ̄̒ͪ͆̋͌ͦ͟͢͝ͅ▒▒░
  2. paired, parallel location transmission/mapping devices capable of communicating a ping through the hull, p▒ssibly utilizing the frame as an antenna. The plan is eventually to support further░░░ reconnaissance.
  3. external video surveillance at key locations (to be determined)
Respond if you can assist with fabrication, magical alternatives, and redundant measures.▒░

Warning ▒̡̛ͮ̃̎ͪ͋ͩͣ͐ͨͣͭ̅͆̉̍͛̀̇͏̰͖̳̫̪̭̗̘̭̗̭̝̩̝̣͍͠█er Fry: ░he external installation will require space training and may be dangerǒ͓̙̫͖̭̤͇̂̄́̀͠ͅu̮̱̺͔͆ͬ̉͐̃̾͝s̨̹͉̗̙̥͑ͤ̓̇ͮͧͯ̚͜͞. Precaution ░░st be taken not to damage the suits.

Warning per comm█n sense: internal reconnaissance will be dangerous t░░▒

▒▒█n someone fix these damn comms ▒▒̷̵̨̛̲͇̹̩̹͔̖̦̄̏̐̊͊̎͌͂̐̃̓͒ͬ̄ͩͥ̅͜▒̴̸̡͈̠̰̥͇͍̫̗̫̣̣͔̪̭̜̥͓͖͆̓̈́͐̀▒▒▒


OOC matters )
 
 
13 October 2014 @ 02:31 pm
[Alex should have posted about this earlier. He really should have. But for some stupid reason he kept thinking that if he just waited, something would change. That things would...reverse, and be all just a really shitty dream.

But it's not. It's not and Alex needs to just face up to the shitty reality. Which, thankfully he is really good at doing.]


For those of you who knew him,

[Which was, frankly, almost everyone]

Josias St. John is gone. Went back home, or whatever, with the jump.

I have all his shit, so if you want any of it, you're going to have to ask me for it.


[Which, he hopes, is what Josie would have wanted. Lord knows he doesn't know what to give to who.]

On a related note, if anyone has a large enough amount of alcohol to get someone who metabolizes the shit quickly, drunk, I'd really appreciate if you helped a guy out.

Thanks.
 
 
Who cares if you die?

( feel free to interpret that however you please, denizens of the EXTREMELY POORLY NAMED tranquility! all possible interpretations are acceptable in harry's current state of complete emotional breakdown. he probably doesn't care if any of you die, for instance, and may bitterly resent you for having an actual answer to this question.

who cared when norman died? who really cared. people mourned the man who'd contributed so much, but that man was an idea. an image carefully cultivated. harry knew enough to know better, but even he wouldn't pretend to have known his father, and who's going to care when harry dies? just like norman did.

harry's legacy is just disappointment and isolation. his best friend is his only friend and he's pretty sure they're totally not friends any more, also. everything sucks and he broke a bottle when he got back to his room and he can't be bothered to clean it up, he's just going to sit here and hate all of you, publicly and violently, and

you know, by text, because he looks even shitter than usual. )
 
 
09 October 2014 @ 12:06 pm
[ Simon comes into view unsmiling and still, standing framed by one of the unadorned walls of his room. ]

Those of you who aren't human. Or are more than only human. If you lie low, or pass, or hide—why? [ He's quiet, with an Irish accent and a cadence that's steady verging on mumbly, and intently focused. He's not uncomfortable, not fidgety or uncertain, but he isn't quite at ease, either, in front of a camera. He's only using video to make a display of his bloodless face and white eyes. ] Has something happened to you here? Or is it a habit you've carried from home?

We may not be in the minority, altogether.

[ That's less threatening than we could outnumber them, right? Right.

That's also the end of what he'd planned to say ahead of time; he shifts back from the screen, looks aside, and nearly disconnects before more occurs to him. ]


If you want to talk and don't trust this to stay private, I'm in room two hundred on the third floor. You can... [ Leave a note, he almost said, but he's yet to see paper or pens. He raises his eyebrows like a shrug. ] Paint your answer on the wall.

Or knock. I'll be here.
 
 
27 September 2014 @ 01:53 pm
[A young woman with bright green eyes and a contrasting white streak at the front of her brown hair looks into the camera. Only a little skin, her face, her neck, and a little bit of her décolletage is visible. As the feed starts, she stops biting her lower lip and addresses the camera:]

Hey, ya'll. Has anyone seen a necklace 'round here? I lost it a few weeks ago, and I've been looking, but I can't find anything. It's small- a silver cross, no bigger than a nickel. It's got a tiny diamond on it, too. It's mostly sentimental, so if you see it, could you let me know?

My name's Rogue, if that helps you locate me. Thanks so much! [She gives a small wave with a gloved hand.]
 
 
19 September 2014 @ 12:36 pm
Hi, everyone.

My name's Richard Rider, I'm of Earth - Terra - twenty first century, and Nova Prime of the Nova Corps, originally of Xandar. And I work for Security here.

Anyway, just wanted to say, since I don't think I've seen anybody talking about it so far. If I'm speaking out of turn, sorry.

One can again enter the unlit corridors away from the inhabited areas of the ship. I say again, though that's not exactly been the case since I showed up here, but anyway.

Those corridors are dangerous. I know I, nor anyone, can actually stop people from going there, [ never mind that Rich is not very fine with the idea of fear controlling one's decisions ] but if you're a recent arrival, please look into the posts made about the recon missions. Look into what happened to Commander Shepard and one member of her team. Talk to people who've been here for a while about it.

Don't go in there blind. Even if you feel you're all alone here, or you're bored out of your mind - your life, and what might happen to you there, does matter. Try to keep as safe as you can.

Thanks for your attention. Nova Prime out.
 
 
Current Mood: concerned
 
 
24 August 2014 @ 11:12 am
[ Here's a voice people might recognize after not having heard it for some weeks now. Maybe. Because it sounded that like so many other people around here, he's suffering from some illness and his voice might be a little bit closer to raw and shaky. ]

M'not supposed to get sick like this. [ A cough. ]

What good's some lousy fuckin' alien DNA if you still get sick like every other loser from Earth? [ To those who know him and have interacted with him, they might realize that Peter's not in his right mind. The complaining? The use of "fuck" rather than the "flark" he's used due to years of traveling the cosmos back home? The less at hand playful disparaging of his home world? Someone's been foolishly going with less and less sleep in the time he's been staying away from people.

He's starting to get a bit addled and sound like the kid from backwoods Colorado.

There's a sound of something hitting metal and someone tumbling to the floor. Someone kept trying to walk through a door that didn't open like it was supposed to.
]

Goddammi-! [ The feed cuts off. ]
 
 
23 August 2014 @ 02:16 pm
Do you have chocolate, by any chance?

[ that was supposed to go to charles xavier only. ]
 
 
10 August 2014 @ 01:04 pm
[When the video transmission starts, there’s a rather neat and tidy man in a suit, seated in one of the passenger quarters.]

I’ll give it to this place, this has to be one of the oddest awakenings I’ve had. Still doesn’t beat Nepal though…

[The last part is muttered, almost to himself, before he turned back to the camera, all business.]

Not to ask the same question twice, but I’d like to go home as much as the next person, so perhaps I’ll save on some of the legwork and reach out. How can I help make sure this ship reaches its destination in one piece? I do have military training and my information gathering skills can be useful.

[There’s a small pause, and then he smiles, a small almost innocent look.]

Also I’m rather decent at poker, if that will help us any. So, who’s recruiting?
 
 
17 July 2014 @ 08:02 pm
[When the vid feed clicks on, there's a nice view of Lucifer's face, silhouetted by the raging fire in the lounge behind him. Never say that the Devil doesn't know how to put on a show.]

There's something that hasn't been sitting well with me, so let me see if I've got it all straight.

[His tone is light and conversational, and he taps his chin with one finger contemplatively.]

We were pulled here to the middle of nowhere, space against our will, heading towards destinations unknown with only the word of the captain that we'll be able to return from whence we came. They branded us like animals. Took things from us, in some cases.

[Like his own, for example. His Grace has been pared down like an overgrown tree until he could fit within the confines of an inferior vessel without burning through.

There is a muffled shout from somewhere behind him.]


Personally, I find this to be a little rude.

[Thanks for the input, Satan.]

I suppose there are a few ways to approach this sort of situation, but I'm not really one to work through passive means. Just a personal preference, of course, I've just always been disposed towards being more... direct. Really, in instances like these, I think it's important for all parties involved to communicate in a clear, succinct manner, so everyone understands each other.

[And, apparently, Satan's idea of a 'clear, succinct manner' is the liberal application of fire.]

Consider this my formal complaint.

[He cuts off the feed.]
 
 
11 July 2014 @ 10:14 pm
[for four days, nill has stayed in her room. she's ignored messages and neglected to check on horse and dog in the gardens. but those four days gave her time to think and calm down--at least on the outside. she's washed her face and wings, and has brushed her hair stick-straight. she's even put on one of her dresses, though it doesn't fit quite right anymore. she wants to show her friends that she's okay. instead of looking like a sixteen year old girl that's just lost the only person in the world she trusts, she just looks like a sixteen year old girl who could do with a good night's sleep. there is a mild difference.]

Heine Rammsteiner is gone. He has left his things to me. Most of them are clothes. If anybody needs them they can come take them.
 
 
30 June 2014 @ 07:17 pm
I've been here long enough to know that weird is normal, so I'll say this:

My name is Zoe, and I'm a witch.

Where I come from, we have this united we stand thing. A bunch of witches who live and work together. We call them covens. Yeah, it sounds totally corny, I know, but it's important to us. We're kind of endangered in my world.

So... I thought, wouldn't it be cool to have a coven on the Tranquility? Even if we come from different worlds, magic is magic, right? It'd be nice to know somebody's got your back. We could learn from each other. Maybe even try to figure a way out of this place.

So what do you guys say? Anyone interested? Feel free to filter your reply, if you want to be discreet.
 
 
18 June 2014 @ 12:34 am
Y'know, it really fuckin' sucks to be homesick. I can handle the space craziness 'n all, and the people here are pretty nice, but. Shit. I want to go home, already. I miss my mom, I miss my dad, I miss Pollo, I miss-

[Helios. The oldest of the Crius triplets, the one that couldn't stand the sight of his own family anymore and ran away to use the dark crafts for his own benefit.]

... What does that mean for you when the golden child turns out to be the black sheep of the family? Huh? Must suck to be a parent then.

[Must suck to be stuck with the other two kids you never had much hope for, too.]

How many of you have kids, anyway? I'm guessing none of 'em are stuck in this shithole. Don't look like it's bringing in entire families or whatever.

[... Which in turn, makes him wonder:]

Wait. Shit. Are there families here? Like - did anyone meet, get married 'n have kids? Then they'd be space babies. Holy fucking shit. Has that actually happened?
 
 
09 June 2014 @ 05:24 pm
For those who knew him, Tyler Lockwood is gone from the ship. [ caroline will be in her bunk. for unfun crying alone reasons.] 

[ private to her mystic falls friends ]

Klaus is gone too.
 
 
03 June 2014 @ 06:47 pm
Hi
Does anyone have any music? iPods, MP3 players, discmans
walkmans
vitrolas
preferably not that last one that would be difficult/would probably break it
but I could use some tunes. The stuff in the media library is kind of alien but I'm taking recommendations.

I don't have much to trade with but I'm kind of mechanically handy
or I could give you skateboard lessons
also it's my first month here so yeah

my name's Peter.
 
 
02 June 2014 @ 10:16 am
Provided we don't have some sort of space-ship- slash-world-ending-catastrophe, we're having a pool party after the next jump. Two days after. That's right, you heard me, a pool party. There will be snacks, music, and of course, swimming. [ she gives her usual chipper-i'm-in-a-party-planning-monster-mode smile. its charming, i promise.] We all need a little fun, I think.

If anyone wants to volunteer to help setup or has ideas or anything... I'm open to hear about them. [ mostly.]


[Private to Elena and Bonnie]
[ NEWS TEAM ASSEMBLE ] So... I know I didn't discuss but I figured you'd want to help me? It'll be something to do. [ something that doesn't involve the deeper drama going on the ship and their lives.]
 
 
30 May 2014 @ 08:50 pm
While I am looking into joining some branch of the science department on board and am generally taking time to acclimatize to new surroundings, I'm not used to having so little to do. I've been taking advantage of the media libraries and reading back on the network, but I'd really prefer to have something to work on. If anyone has any odd jobs, needs anything fixed or built depending on whether the materials are available, consider this an open offer. Trade is negotiable, since this is something I'm asking for.

I can provide character references if people are worried about their belongings being damaged. If the term means anything to anyone, electrical and mechanical engineering are amongst my specialties.


[Which is as polite a way as he can think of implying that he has more than one without it coming off as bragging.

Also he has probably typed and re-typed a lot of this, but at the same time thank mutant baby Jesus goodness something like text function exists in all it's glory because it's made life about ten times easier to navigate.]
 
 
24 May 2014 @ 12:46 pm
[ ZOOM IN. INT: THE SHIP. There’s something not so dark about the video feed, actually, but it does feature only the back of a chair. Slowly, s l o w l y, it turns around--

And it’s Veronica, with one hand petting an imaginary cat and one twirling an incredibly imaginary moustache.
]

I’ve been expecting you, Tranquility.

[ Too much? Veronica grins, the screen shaking a little as she reaches to pick up the communicator. There’s a whine from somewhere in the background -- definitely doggylike, definitely her dog, since there’s a brown-fur head that bats gently into her other hand that no longer is preoccupied with villanious imaginary pencil moustaches. ]

But seriously folks. Hi, I’m Veronica. I might make this announcement again, but for now, there are a lot of floors and not a lot of security folks. Trust me-- I’ve done the math, crunched the numbers, and sooner or later we’re all going to be putting pig heads on spikes.

[ Out of the corner of the screen, Backup, her dog, apparently seems to be content to chew mildly on her fingers. Veronica…. looks a little disgusted, but love is love, and her nose wrinkles then un-wrinkles in distaste. ]

If you want to make yourself useful, consider this, me, Veronica, poaching you, the citizens of the Tranquility, to change departments and sign up for Security.

[ Sing-song: ]

We have Tyke!

[ One hand -- the hand not currently getting chewed on lovingly -- makes a tiny little paw and claws. ]

Very grr, arrgh.

You’ll love it, I promise.
 
 
15 May 2014 @ 01:39 am
yoooooooo

1) found these freakin sweaters
its like some nerd with bad taste sneezed on fabric and these happened theyre that amazing
who wants to trade??

2) how do you feel about rap battles

3) you know what would be awesome
not a fight club those are lame
WRESTLING
especially diva matches
js

4) don't forget to always drop it like it's hot
 
 
09 May 2014 @ 09:09 am
Captain Tauriel has gone.

[That's it. That's all there is to be said, save for everything unsaid. But those things were never meant to be spoken. They were too deep to be put into words. The daughter he never knew he had is gone.]

I am King Thranduil. [Which is a title he doesn't point out unless he's being official about something. This came after the bit about Tauriel for that reason. He is stoic but relaxed, and there is a warm tone to his voice.] Nederlands has contracted me and mine to protect the gardens alongside ship security. I am sending the rules he has written for us to enforce. [True enough, a link appears.] Unfortunately, half of us are gone, and therefore I would encourage you to speak to Tyke or to Miles Edgeworth if your interest is in helping to guard a sanctuary that gives us life every day we are here. To be a part of my force, I would expect your fealty.

Which brings me to another matter altogether. A number of us were accustomed to feudal rights in our homelands, and these I offer to any who wish for the comfort of a feudal lord. I would uphold your rights as a vassal and hold you to my laws and those of this ship, and in return you would uphold my power to protect you and others. It will not stop any trouble you might have with ship's security, but at least you would have a lord to speak on your behalf.

[Or damn you, if you've really screwed up that badly.]

My law does not supplant that of this ship, but it will give you the right of a feudal lord. Unless you wish it otherwise, you will be under my protection, not in my service. I am not seeking to build a private army, nor does this absolve you of past lawbreaking or troublemaking. In another's country, we must obey another's law.

Lastly, there are two nests of fledgling sparrows in the gardens. If they are natural prey for an animal in your possession, you will ensure that your animal has been properly fed before bringing it to the gardens. I encourage all to come hear them sing.

Good day.