26 November 2014 @ 06:47 pm
so if you see something that looks like mistletoe growing in the corner of your doorway
or elsewhere

DONT LET IT SEE YOU
DONT APPROACH IT especially with company
GET AWAY FROM IT or else set it on fire
carefully on fire
ill be along to take care of it later


thanks




[as part of the aftermath of space christmas, there may be some vicious mistletoe hanging around in certain doorways. some of it bites, and some of it growls, and some of it pursues you until you kiss the person you ran into on your way into the kitchen. classic wizard mistletoe prank gone slightly awry but also it's still funny. mistletoe began concentrated mostly on level 5, but it's spread itself upwards and downwards. and into the SEC offices. and elsewhere. feel free to say that you have been assaulted or do some threads of being assaulted in this post/your inboxes/useful log created for this purpose.]
 
 
16 November 2014 @ 07:29 pm
This is Sgt Brad Colbert, Security. Seems like a few individuals have gone completely fucking mad and are attacking others.

Ground rules: don't kill them. Pretty fucking sure it's not their choice. Don't fucking engage unless you can handle yourself.

Stay safe, stay in groups of lucid individuals, stay frosty.

[ the text message is accompanied by a SECURITY PING. locked to the best of his ability with the new network to sec individuals is the following: ]

First priority is keeping everyone safe. That includes the fucking mental ones. Separate them, detain them, put them in fucking brig. Work together, I don't want anyone fucking dying.

[ and he adds, a moment later: ] Tyke's indisposed.
 
 
03 November 2014 @ 06:56 pm
[ One Lily Potter shows up in-frame as soon as it focuses, for once not smiling but smirking just a little: it changes the plane of her face just like that. There's nothing really strange about the feed until she moves back: there in the background of the feed is one Remus J. Lupin laid out sweaty and graceless on the floor, though once he realizes he's visible he props up on his elbows to laugh. Before she speaks she reaches up to tie her hair back, glancing back at Remus before looking back to the camera. She looks a little sweaty and haggard maybe but otherwise fine: she was stressed and tired before, now she's exerted herself more. It's fine. There's still something lingering behind her eyes but it's hard to place what it is. ]
 
Hello, Tranquility.
 
[ Um. ]

Things have been a little stressful lately so it seemed like an idea to offer some contained and supervised sparring. Unfortunately I'm generally rubbish with physical combat—[ Felt pretty physical on my end Remus chimes in from the floor, only barely audible. It will be in a minute if you don't stop hamming it up Lily replies, sweet as anything while casually threatening a dude she lay out flat, before continuing. ]—but I was wondering if any other magic users were willing to give it a go. Nothing too intense, like I said, sparring, keep your skills in top shape.
 
I'm afraid I've already exhausted one taker. [ :) :) luv u Remus sorry she kicked ur butt ]
 
Anyway! We've overtaken a rec room on floor eleven so that we won't be in anyone's way or disturbing anyone. I'm medical staff so I can oversee if needed. We'll be here a bit, so feel free to stop by. Don't feel shy if you just want to watch, either.
 
Maybe it'll become a thing.

[ WIZARDS OUT. ]
 
 
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.
 
 
15 September 2014 @ 08:59 pm
Hi. This is Claire Bennet. You might know me. You might not. Nathan Petrelli is my father and, obviously, that means Peter is my uncle.

At this point, I'm sure that everyone is aware, but if you aren't: they have both gone as of the last jump. I'm not really equipped to deal with the holes that they left in their respective departments, so I won't waste everyone's time trying to offer a helping hand in that capacity or anything. I hope the positions get filled soon, even if they are big shoes to fill.

My main thing here is that... well, Nathan and Peter left me with three dogs. I thought about giving the two puppies up for adoption and, you know, running a background check to make sure potential applicants had never murdered a hamster or anything like that. But the more I think about it, the less right it seems to give away something that isn't mine to give. That being said, I need some help in about two departments here. Okay:

1. Can anyone go over the process for getting animals into the grav couches before the jump? Is there a special procedure I should be aware of? Do I just... plop them in there or what?

2. Is there any kind of, like... doggy daycare out there? Should there be? Should we just organize a ship-wide animal meet-and-greet of some kind? Along those lines, let's talk puppy play dates. Not even necessarily with other puppies. I know the dogs spent some amount of time with the comms department, too, so if anyone ever wanted to walk any of them... that would be great.

I'd really like to do this right, since they belonged to my family, and they obviously both cared about them.

Thanks.

EDIT: does anyone know how to use a sword? Specifically, a samurai sword.
 
 
13 September 2014 @ 04:36 pm
Now, if we've all quite finished making arbitrary and prejudiced assessments of beings, people, and entities we don't understand, perhaps we would like to remember that not everyone we are sharing space with is exactly like us and may not like being treated as though they are somehow lesser or are a joke! Imagine that, I'm sure it's a shocking revelation for everyone.

Moving on: a small pet project of mine has escaped my quarters. I'm not sure if he would venture so far as to escape from the fifth floor—generally he sticks close to me—but if you happen to see a medium-sized blackbird anywhere, do let me know! Please don't try to catch him too roughly, as he may break. The same goes if you have a pet that may try to attack him: he's made of smoked glass, please don't let him or your pet get hurt! If he takes a liking to you I don't need him returned, I'd just like to know where he ended up. He's very sweet and perfectly harmless, so there's little to worry about.
 
 
13 August 2014 @ 02:29 am
[He's sitting on the edge of his bed, the network device propped up a little way away, on what's probably a desk or chair.]

Seems like just when you've got the lay of the land, everything up and moves. So, anyone who might want a walk back to their room sometime had better fill me in on where they've gotten to, and I'll update my address book, as it were.

[He leans back and props one foot up against the door, apparently ignoring the sound of knocking coming from the other side.]

In the meantime, maybe it's about time I started earning my keep. Thing is, I've been having trouble makin' the choice as to where. Seems like SEC's the department most down my street - if you're gonna let idiots run off on crazy errands, the least you should have is a few more idiots willing to follow 'em.

But then there's Gunnery, and I'm handy enough with a target to figure I could be of use. And I really want a turn in those shuttles, if anyone's willing to show me the ropes.

So, how do things work for a guy who'd like to spread himself about a little? I can run you through my resume, if you want.

[The knocking gets louder. He lifts his other foot.]

Just let me know.
 
 
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.
 
 
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
 
 
10 March 2014 @ 12:04 pm
Does there exist documentation or any record concerning the use or effects of magic on the ship? I am interested in notation on repeated instances of magic during menial or daily activities as well as during times of flux as has recently passed, irrelevant to 'type' or origin of said magic.

I have perused the informational guide as well as backread through the network but this technology is not in use where I am from; I am unsure if I have missed anything due to unfamiliarity with the interface.
 
 
15 December 2013 @ 01:26 pm
I'm sure you must all see a lot've messages like this.

[ The man who appears is one who has appeared on the network before -- soft-faced and earnest, anxiety tested in the lines next to his eyes and a direct sort of stare that manages not to miss the tiny camera embedded in the device he's holding. Still, he smiles, just a little.

His address is slow and not exactly formal, just considered. ]


My name is Charles Xavier, and I'm newly arrived. You'll have to forgive me if I ask any questions you've heard before, though I'm doing my utmost to gather what I can on my own. I believe I've got the basic picture, although any advice is of course appreciated.

What I would most like to know is how many are here that had some sort of... [ He hesitates. ] ...gift. A natural ability of some kind, beyond the usual human faculties. A conversation would be of great interest to me.

Thank you.
 
 
14 December 2013 @ 03:10 am
[Shepard looks terse, just a little short tempered. She has bigger fish to fry right now, but taking the occasional potshot? Sure, there's time in the day for that.]

I know it feels a little warmer in here, [south of the equator natives holla!] but are we really thinking it's Christmas? As far as I knew, we're pretty scattered across the board when it comes to our personal timelines and it's not like anyone's counting how long we're in stasis during the jump.

I'm calling it now: it's really new Armistice Day. I know most of you don't know anything about the First Contact War, but I hope you'll take this opportunity to remember those who fought for you in whatever universe you come from.

[Talilock, encrypted like whoa]
Garrus, I have a job for you.
 
 
25 November 2013 @ 10:22 pm
[It's Anne's style generally that she doesn't show up on the network unless she's demanding information, and today is no exception]

Does anyone around here know the first thing

about weddings?

Planning them

That sort of thing
 
 
23 November 2013 @ 01:23 am
No matter how it goads you, no matter what you've seen, or what you think you might know--don't go looking. Nothing ever good comes of it, and nothing ever will.

If you're too arrogant, or too foolish to take my advice, then don't come running to me when it all blows up in your face.
 
 
17 November 2013 @ 10:33 pm
[ When the video flickers into focus, Bells' face is relatively well-lit compared to some of the other times he's used the network. His expression is a bit lax. ]

Hey, so. Uh. Been a while, I guess. Name's Bells in case anyone was wondering. [ Probably not, so he moves on pretty quick. ] I get that a lot of shit's happened recently, and yeah, it sucks. But it's not like we have control over that kinda stuff, right? I mean, we can't really order around the guys who think they're running this boat. We just take it, and bitch about it after it's all over.

...here's the thing though. [ And the feed draws in a little closer toward him when he moves it, mouth twisted down into a frown. ] There are some things we can.

Like, uh, I dunno. The fact that some of us aren't human and some of you are. Didn't think it was a thing until-- [ He shrugs. ] Point is, we don't have to do this whole trust, no-trust thing. We're supposed to help each other, not try to kill someone because they're different or you're too damn stubborn to ask for help when you've got a problem you can't figure out on your own.

Is that what friends do for each other? [ The frown is deeper now, and he's quiet for a while, dropping his gaze to the side for a second as he tries to figure out what else it is he wants to say. ]

Anyway. This place's bad enough without all that. Hiding what you are is just gonna lead to a lot more problems than coming clean. So, if you need something, don't be shy. Someone's gonna listen, and if they don't, fuck 'em. You'll find someone who will.

[ This has been a passive-aggressive announcement by one pissed off angel. He rolls his eyes and adds a bit more before ending it there: ] Think about it.
 
 
12 November 2013 @ 12:28 am
[Have the charming and charismatic voice of Jack Harkness in your ears.] Hey there, Tranquility. I'm sorry this is late and out of date. I realize I'm not who you're used to, but. Ianto isn't doing so well right now. You know he's sick when he's letting me touch his things like this. [There's definitely a touch of concern in Jack's voice, here. Just how sick is Ianto, you might wonder...] Anyway, he made me promise to get this posted for him, so here it is. For all the newbies and for everyone out there who needs to read up on everything that's been going down on this ship. Figure this might shed a little light.

HELLO

You're probably confused. Take some time to read this over. We do our best to keep it up to date, and it should answer most of your questions.

THE RUNDOWN » What happened, where you are, what to do
REFERENCE » Basic facts about the ship and solar system
A TIMELINE OF EVENTS » This will take time to read thoroughly, but we
strongly recommend it.
FAQ » Please read this before asking a question on the network
HEADCOUNT » Our current numbers
SPACE TRAINING » If this is your first time aboard a space ship, please watch these helpful videos
COMMUNITY NOTICEBOARD » For all your wants and needs

 
 
10 November 2013 @ 08:49 pm
I knew it.

[ hyde's got his sunglasses on, but even those don't conceal the suspicious squint he's sporting. when he speaks the tone is all excitement, words tumbling out in a rush. his hair still damp, and there’s the faint suggestion of smoke as he gestures. in the background someone’s moving around, though hyde doesn’t turn to watch. a shirt flies past his head and lands on the bed behind him. ]

This is a government experiment, isn't it?I knew it, I knew these existed, and no one ever believed it! I knew NASA was a front, exploration my ass, they're using space just for this mental shit, aren't they? Did you stick a tracking device up my ass when you tattooed me, huh? Huh?

[ there's a pause, the first stirrings of uncertainty, maybe fear. when hyde takes a pause, it’s the first time the person in the background becomes visible, finally fully dressed and tired of hunting for a blowdryer, to see who he happens to be talking to. she leans over his shoulder, eyes widening immediately and a loud gasp following ]

Oh my god, Steven! There’s people in there! [ her nose wrinkles a second later] And they’re so weird looking.

Wait your turn, Jackie! I’m trying to make a point. The future’s full of government stooges, whatever, we’ve got to document it. [ for all his obvious irritation, he doesn’t flinch away when she puts her hand on his shoulder, leans in close to look. ] Hey, who's in charge here? Is this transmitting? Hello? Why even give me this thing if you're not gonna answer me?

[ ooc | the blue font is jackie burkhart! ]
 
 
30 October 2013 @ 09:29 pm
Hullo again. With all these different memories from different worlds, I got to thinking. If you wouldn't mind, could you tell me about how your people organize themselves? What's good about it? What don't you like? Is it fair?

[Harry frowns and realizes that even though he'd actually thought about this before making the post, it still doesn't sound how he wants it to.]

I guess, what I want to know most of all, is do you think that it helps your people be good or just or what does it cause?
 
 
17 October 2013 @ 08:30 pm
[Initially, he was going to give a proper sort of introduction over the network; enough time had passed for him to "settle in", as it were, and he felt it necessary to pierce the veil of non-communication sooner or later.

But now, the point seemed rather moot, what with everyone's memories being tossed about the place. It appeared that the residents here were already forcibly getting to know each other a bit better.

Regardless, he settles for text.]


What does it feel like to have your most cherished memories, your most hated actions, your darkest secrets -- all potentially flitting about in the head of a complete stranger? Is it freeing? Humiliating? Or are you indifferent; what is a single memory without a lifetime of context, after all?

And as for those who would rather not wax philosophical: Hello, Tranquility. What a welcoming this is turning out to be.
 
 
21 September 2013 @ 12:24 pm
[First it’s just darkness, thick darkness, like inside a pocket or closed in a hand. Well, darkness and laughter, there’s a lot of laughter, and then the device swings around, and there’s--

Well, it’s James Potter, probably. James Potter, his head bowed a little under the set of stag antlers that have sprouted from his hair. It’s very natural-looking if you don’t know that he is usually a young antlerless wizard, and he doesn’t look very bothered. He actually seems to be the one doing a good amount of the laughing, his hands holding the base of each antler before he lifts his head back up, the tips just nearly scraping at the ceiling of the room.]


If I could get the hang of this it wouldn- [He tries to let go of the antlers, to balance under them, which only lasts for all of two seconds before his laughter throws him off-balance and he has to grab at them again to keep his head up-right.

If anyone’s paying close enough attention, they might notice a few things buzzing around in the background. They look almost like fireworks, but a closer inspection would show that they are actually miniature chinese dragons - about five of them - chasing their way around the room, setting off sparks as they go.]


Ooh, mate-- that’s a good look for you, that is, very-- dashing, noble-- you were born to be a stag--

[And Sirius turns his device around on himself, with a grin. His body modification is simple: violently pink hair, and he’s quite pleased with it, given the way he keeps reaching up to touch it, almost as if to make sure it’s really there.]

If anyone else is very bored with themselves--and you should be, you are all boring--we are happy to help with your appearance at least. Personalities, you’ll have to fix those for yourselves, good luck there, but we can at least improve your looks with-- pig’s snouts, or blue hair, if you don’t fancy pink--meant to be red, but--

[There’s a crash somewhere in the background and James’ laughter can be heard again - much louder than before, before a few whistles go off. Just your average background noise, of course.]

I mean, there’s no law that says don’t do magic under the influence of-- sleep, sleep deprivation, haha-- see, we were setting traps, Remus traps, so actually maybe don’t come up this way. Highly dangerous. [Not that he’s said just where up this way is, it could be anywhere.] Actually, I think we might have set off all of the traps ourselves--

Watch it!

[Sirius’ reflexes just happen to be perfectly timed, because right as he ducks a very large and possibly-on-fire object goes flying by his head and crashes into the wall behind him with a very loud smack. It sounds almost like what a pie would sound like, smashing up against the wall at very high speeds.]

Merlin’s-- [But the exclamation is cut off by a burst of renewed laughter from both of them, helpless and hysterical, as the device falls on the floor. This is definitely the point of the metaphorical sleepover where everyone is so tired everything becomes hilarious, and it’s amid all this chaos that the sound of a door sliding open breaks in… and Remus sighs. You don’t get the privilege of seeing him, you just get to hear his voice.]

Oh, hell.

[And the video cuts off.]


[this magic under the influence is brought to you by James & Sirius, with a very small guest appearance by Remus. expect replies and enchantments from any of the above!]