I've been practicing pretty hard!!

[HEY GUYS WHAT IS UP. Takeshi is looking far more cheery than his last entry had been around here, his hands into excitable little fists.]

We're gonna be the best team ever! This is so great; we're gonna be heroes like this, and we'll work together, and... I made stuff from my old house with my head — really!! Really, I did! I made a chair, and I made a... a lamp! And I made the TV — it... it didn't turn on or nothin', and it goed — it went away like all the other stuff from my head... but it was a TV! 

[He is super stoked about this power business. He's likely been terrorizing the people who stay in the gardens with it. Tragically.]


We should get connected more! If I don't know you! So we can share pictures in our heads. And words! 

Watch — look at this, look, I can show people pictures!

[He closes his eyes, putting his hands on his head in deep concentration. Anyone who is around Takeshi enough to have one of those connections — someone he's bumped into, someone he finds his friend, someone deserving of teamwork — will get the very brief flash of memory through Takeshi's eyes. It's only just him back in his world, crouched down in someone's dirt patch that is supposed to be a garden; he's playing with two mangled-up action figures, the paint scraped off in random places. 'Pow, pow, pow! Don't run from Muscle Rider — you can't get away!! Villain!'

Then the memory flickers out. Takeshi breathes out deeply, rosy-cheeked but proud.]


That's... that's all I'm good at so far... so — we should practice...!

[RIGHT MOM, RIGHT. LET'S PRACTICE BEING COOL POWERED PEOPLE KAY.]
 
 
02 July 2015 @ 10:03 pm
[Max knew this whole stupid mind powers thing was a generally awful idea. Elizabeth and even a little bit of Rey's work on the comms (even if he still would rather glare at her, in private) had done a relatively bang-up job making Max think maybe there was a shadow of possibility this powers business would actually do any good for them. Besides — if he could calm his mind down enough to actually control it, he would stop giving away memories and hallucinations and feelings all willy nilly. So yes, he tried focusing, tried materializing things, tried to keep it all in check. Nothing too personal — just channeled it. Other than a few rather personal thoughts hovering through the cracks from other people he'd never know the names of, he has had pretty good luck.

'Til of course, a particularly rough series of nightmares had caused him to muck things up. He'd woken up in the corner of his room with something heavy and rough against his jaw and cheekbones and lips. Somewhere in his fervent dreaming, he'd gone
and materialized that fucking muzzle; the same one he had supposedly locked up in his locker, kept away so that it couldn't actually get used against him again. And now it's on his fucking face. 

So he does the totally wise thing, which is struggling pathetically to remove it with his hands before he rushes into the nearest kitchen and starts pulling out drawers and ripping open cabinets. The motions are rough and not too careful, and his network device crashes onto the ground and displays him pretty much wrecking one of your kitchen areas. This drawer? He's pouring it out on the counter and digging around. It's all spoons, who needs spoons. There's a knife and he tries to shove it under the padlock behind his head and scrape it open, but it's just grinding down the grooves on the blade.

As he pushes over appliances and spills someone's coffee, this is an approximate translation one can hear while he spits the dummy:]


Fucking [INCOHERENT CURSING] shi—fuchgk [INCOHERENT GROWLING] my face, for fuck's sake, bloodghy— [???????] FUCK!

[WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL YOUR SHARP THIN STABBY OBJECTS, I THOUGHT THIS WAS AN AWESOME HIGH-TECH KITCHEN

EGG-BEATERS ARE NOT GOING TO FUCKING CUT IT.

He tugs pretty pathetically on the long chain hanging there, slips his fingers under the thick metal bands before he tries to shove a butterknife into the keyslot.

....

THWUMP.

This the sound of his forehead softly thunking against the cabinet door in frustration.

... Well, maybe there's a decent nail file somewhere in engineering or something...

Fuck your powers y'all can eat your powers and get indigestion and cark it, for all he cares.]


((OOC: Action permissible for Nami and Elizabeth, have fun girls.))
 
 
[It takes a lot of days for Takeshi to feel brave enough to put something on the network. He's almost done it a few times before, but he was scared — scared and sad and not sure what to do, what to expect of the future. His mom is hurt so bad in the heart (and for really real, she hurt herself on the hip, and he needs to make sure she doesn't strain herself. But it's scary. It's scary when her mom reminds him of how his old mom had first started: sad, disconnected, sleeping lots and just doing whatever people needed her to do. 

It's so, so scary. But Dad's gone, and they need to try to survive, because that's what Netherlands would have wanted from them. To keep living and trying to be happy. When Takeshi feels like crying, he reads the Miffy book in his room and goes to another place for a little bit. He imagines what Heder and Ned would look like as rabbit people, sometimes, and it makes him feel better a little. 

Now's a good time, though. He gives the camera a small, nervous smile and then takes a deep breath.]


My Da — Um, Mr... Mr. Netherlands, he... went home. [He looks down, fidgeting with something off-screen.] I know he woulda' wanted us to keep taking care of things, and when he's gone it's harder to make sure the garden's okay, so if... if people are good at agr-a-culter, you should come be a part of the — the team! We're a good team. We'd get a lot of points in a game. Even though we're all sad, because we loved Dad a lot... he's okay. He's just... not here. He's prob'ly got real important stuff to do at home, too. He's always real busy here, so I think he's busy there, too. He's probably making all kinds of faces where he is, 'cus nothing's getting done jus' right. 

[He sniffs hard, but he keeps his eyes dry and clear.]

M'sorry I only got bad news. 

[Quiet for a moment, his expression brightens a fraction, and he rubs his nose before he lifts up a small wooden dragon, carefully sculpted.]

This is Mattie. She's a dragon Dad made. She was bad before, but then —

[He holds up a fair maiden sort, sculpted with a lovely dress.]

Miss Princess Reika trained her to do good. And now they fly together a lot...

[He drifts off, smile fading a lot.

I love you, Dad.]


It's good, to work together. It's nice to be friends. We're all a team. So — it's up to us to do good things, for people who leave, who worked really hard! And loved us so so much, so much they say they love you, even if they never use those words 'cus it makes them feel weird. So we should do real great things and keep working like they did. 

[He smiles and nods. Keep smiling, he thinks.]

If you see my Mom — Heder — say hi to her, 'cus she's hurting, too. 

.... That's all.

[Disconnected.]
 
 
07 June 2015 @ 12:02 am
[Today, Elsa wears a long blue gown with a pale, diaphanous overlayer. She wants to be as much herself as possible, after days with other people. She's addressing the network very seriously, but her words are initially uncertain. As she continues to speak, she sounds more confident.]

Hello, everyone.

About six months ago, I didn't wake up after the jump. I missed a whole month, and I know I wasn't the only one. I had dreams during this time, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything about them.

I've been starting to remember things since the last jump. Everything that has happened since then... the way that girl Seraphim died and the things she said... it makes me think that what I remember might be important, if it wasn't just a dream.

I talked to Emily about it recently, but there's more now.

The trouble is, I'm pretty good with math, but I don't understand the technology here very well. It's not like anything we had at home. That might be important, too.

My dream was about a woman with thick black hair and a ruddy complexion. She wore her hair pulled back. She left the pods after a jump, and the lights were red, and everyone was lined up in formation. I don't think I've ever seen anyone who looked like her here.

A lot of things that happened after that are still coming back in bits and pieces. The thing that I remember now is... after some time passed, she went to the jump drive. It's the thing that helps the ship move, isn't it? It wasn't easy for her to get in, but I still don't understand why yet: the important thing is that she made it. And it wasn't what she expected to see, it was... there were things that should have been moving that were... frozen. Not as if they were in ice, but they were just hanging there in the air, kind of like lightning that never moved or ended.

[Her expression has grown increasingly troubled through the course of this narrative.]

It scared her.

Did anyone else see this? Even if you didn't... do you know what it means?
 
 
This is really bad! This is serious!!

[look how damn serious he is to match the seriousness of this situation]

Everyone's not feeling good, and it's 'cus of this — this stupid ship! Sometimes it makes me so mad...! But we gotta do something 'bout it so you don't get anymore hurting heads and bloody noses. We gotta work together!! Like a team! We always gotta stick together like a team! And I'm gonna help as much as I can; it's like a mission, a real important one, and I'm your team mate, and I'm not gonna let you get hurt anymore than you gotta! So I accept my new job...! I will find you!!

I'm gonna hug everyone who needs the hugs!

[YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME]

 
 
14 May 2015 @ 08:18 pm
Hello? I hope this is working... I'm never really sure.

[ Elizabeth, looking much more cheerful than during her last broadcast, smiles brightly for the camera. ]

Well! I've been having some strange headaches lately, so I thought it might help to focus my attentions on something. I was given a few things from home in my locker after the last Jump and put them to good use.

[ Voilà! She reveals a painting. Elizabeth beams at it as she turns from the camera, then chews thoughtfully on her lip as if looking to fault it. ]

I only had red, so it isn't as... vivid as I might have liked, but I'm hoping that the next Jump will have a few more colors. [ She huffs shortly, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. ] If anyone else has any art supplies and wouldn't mind sharing, please let me know! It seems a little morbid, almost, just using black and red.

And... I can do some sketches or paintings for anyone, if there are any requests. I'm far from any kind of proficiency, but it does help to take my mind off of things.


[ private to Booker DeWitt ]

Where are you? You are on this floor and I wanted to show you something!


[ private to Murphy Pendleton ]

I wanted to apologize for-- well, everything. You know. [ She flushes, clearly fretting. ] I can't tell you how... mortified I am.
 
 
02 May 2015 @ 11:36 am
Something happened.

[there's a moment's pause. It's taking a lot to make this post. More than he thinks he's capable of. But after all that happened with dean--]

During the recent…invasion.

[okay. Right. He needs to just get it out and deal with the fallout afterwards. His voice sounds more certain when he continues. As though he's simply reciting a few facts as opposed to potentially gaining a ship full of enemies.]

Those who have been here for some time are likely aware of the existence of a creature from my world called a Hellhound. They are invisible beasts capable or tearing souls from the bodies of the living in order take them to Hell.

A number of them arrived during the recent invasion. But without passage to Hell available to them, they deposited those souls in a place they considered safe. Here, that meant the room assigned to me.

[and that's…where it gets difficult again.]

Souls are one of the strongest sources of power in existence, and my Grace had been depleting for some time. I didn't…think. I—

[okay. Let's try this again.]

There are those here who people may have noticed have been behaving differently since the invasion. They may not be sleeping as much, or they may be capable of pushing their bodies further than they should. They may be less empathetic than they once were.

There is a possibility that they are a victim of this. If that is the case, their souls are with me.

I need to return them.

[another pause, and a final--]

…I'm sorry.
 
 
24 April 2015 @ 12:10 pm
[ Booker's not falling-down drunk the way he'd been the last time he posted on the network, but despite his sobriety, he's still not looking great. He looks tired, more than anything - stressed and worried, with dark circles under his eyes, . ]

Askin' at large here...anyone who knows anything.

[ There's a pause while he considers how to word this. Finally, he shakes his head. ]

Just wondering if anyone's noticed any...odd behavior from anyone lately. Would've probably started about when those things in the hallways were around, maybe after an attack. People actin'...not themselves. Sayin' they don't care about anything, maybe they don't feel anything.

[ Another pause. He runs a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. ]

Maybe doin' things they wouldn't normally do.

I'll take any information. Rumors, gut feelings. Anything.

[ OOC: to clarify - Elizabeth had her soul torn out by a hellhound during the event, and Booker isn't too pleased with the way she's been acting since. ]
 
 
01 April 2015 @ 10:08 am
[ Any perceptive space folk will recognize the background of the MedBay at once. Any familiar with Elizabeth might be relieved to see the brunette awake after being mauled by a large, invisible, wolfish creature. The girl's long hair is down, unlike her usual, tidy ponytail, and a few flecks of blood marr her otherwise pale skin.

And, strangely, she looks pissed. ]


Ugh. In case others aren't aware, some kind of invisible animal is prowling the halls. It almost took a few organs...

[ She huffs shortly, as if just annoyed with the Hellhound, rather than terrified at her brush with death. Elizabeth places a hand on her bandages briefly, testing the wound. ]

I really need to get back to my room, but I'm fairly certain that there is still some invisible shit out there. If someone could escort me, I'd be glad for it, and it won't go forgotten.

[ There's a smile, but it isn't the bright sort of look she usually offers; instead, it's almost sultry, a little smirk amidst an expectant expression.

Until she winces, suddenly, and looks sour again. ]


Jesus. And I need a drink.
 
 
18 March 2015 @ 09:59 pm
CAT AVAILABLE FOR ADOPTION
NAME: CROOKSHANKS
AGE: UNKNOWN (ADULT)
SEX: MALE
BREED: HIMALAYAN OF SOME KIND (PROBABLY)
COLOR: ORANGE
INTELLIGENCE: EXTRAORDINARY
INTUITION: BETTER THAN MOST HUMANS AND WIZARDS
VIDEO: here )

Hello Tranquility,

My friend left recently, so I'm afraid that her cat is in need of new companionship. He and I are all right but I'm hoping that someone might do better. He's quite self-sufficient mind you, we just don't get on quite like that. He's brilliant. Honestly, he's solved huge criminal intrigues before regular people have.

If you're able to adopt him, I'd like to check in every now and again for awhile. Cheers,



Harry.
 
 
11 March 2015 @ 07:46 pm
[ At first there's no one visible on the feed at all - just a bad shakycam-esque view of a bar, the hand holding the device wavering badly. Empty or half-empty bottles are littered on the bar, and a photograph is propped up carefully against one of the empties. Eventually, the device's owner manages to figure it out, the camera view changing to show his face.

It's a wonder that the man is able to operate the comm device at all. He’s a mess; though he’s wearing the standard crew jumper, his hair is mussed and unwashed, and there are dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. More than that, though, is the fact that he's dead drunk - and he's clearly not a happy drunk. He's a big man, muscular, and the lines of his body are tense and hard, his expression just this side of angry.

This is not someone you want to meet in a dark alley, inebriated or no.

He focuses as best he can on the screen, scowling. It's difficult to operate, the tiny icons hard to pinpoint with his fingers. (He may have accidentally sent a few private and totally incomprehensible messages before managing to access the main network. Sorry about that.) ]


Gotta find her.

[ Right, the network...Booker's still not 100% sure about this thing. There's no wires hooked up to it, nothing to show how it's connected to anything at all, but hey, he's seen stranger stuff in the past week.

Might as well give it a shot. ]


Looking for a girl.

[ He smiles suddenly, all teeth and glittering eyes, and then laughs, dark and bitter. ]

Not gonna find her, though. She ain't here. She's back in the city, with him.

[ His face twists into an ugly expression, and he tightens his hand on his current bottle, lifting it to down half of it in one go. ]

But what the hell - I'm here, ain't I? Can't do much else but ask. So here's the deal. Anyone here knows where to find Elizabeth Comstock, you let me know.

I'll make it worth your while.
 
 
[Elsa looks and sounds much better than she did the last time she addressed the network. Her pale blue dress has a low neckline, and it sparkles. Her blonde braid trails over her shoulder. Her eyes are bright and not red-rimmed. She’s serene and seems relatively friendly, and her voice is low and crisp.]

Hello, everyone.

I never traveled much when I was a little girl. My father had a big library, and I liked books, so I would look at them and see the engravings of different places, but I never thought I’d be able to visit any of the places in the pictures. To tell the truth, I still haven’t.

I’ve heard that some people think we might not be here on this ship much longer. While we’re still here, I want to use the -- the holodecks, the rooms that change into different places, to see some of the things I haven’t seen before. I’ve gotten them to work, and they were new to me, so it’s not that they’re hard to use. It’s that I’m not sure what I should look at.

I was hoping some of you would be willing to give me some advice. What’s your home like, or your favorite place? Can you describe it, so I’ll know what it’s like if I find something like it in the holodeck? Or is there a place in the holodeck that you recommend... one of the choices they offer? Something I shouldn’t miss?

I want to see everything I can while I have the chance.

[A small smile breaks through: nervous, irrepressible, with the corners of her closed mouth pushing up.]

Thank you.
 
 
I work now!! I'm a worker like a, a adult, just like you guys! See??

[He pulls up his sleeve to show you guys his wicked awesome addition to his tattoo.

SCI » 039 » 055

Clearly someone has been telling him things to keep him motivated and busy. Heather.]

I work in the garden now! Heder says I'm gonna be a... morale officer!! I talk to everyone and make sure they're happy when they work and they're not sad, and if they are I can try t'make them feel better. So if you work there and you feel bad, just talk to me, and I'll help you! And if you get tired, I'll do your job, 'cus I don't get tired very easy. I'm a good worker.

...

A-and if you wanna talk but you don't grow plants and stuff, that's okay. 

I like talking with everybody.

[That's why he's even posting, okay, he just wants to blabber at all of you.

He spares no one from his talkative fate.]

 
 
10 February 2015 @ 01:15 pm
[ There's a muffled fumbling sound, followed by some tapping on the communicator to check that it's working. Having never used anything remotely technologically advanced beyond a clunky walkman that plays cassette tapes, she's still trying to get a handle on how these things work. ]

Jeez. [ Muttering. ] How the fuck do I even-- [ Some more experimental tapping. ] --Oh. Wait. I think I got it.

[ She's got it to her ear now. There's a nervous pause as she listens for any sign of… something. Uh. Maybe she should just talk and hope someone talks back. ]

Um. [ Fuck. Think of something to say, Ellie. ] Sooooo. Stuck on a giant creepy spaceship. Great. That's a first. Oooor… apparently not, because apparently I've been here before? Which, y'know. That's totally not creepy at all or anything. Though, guess it would've been nice to have had a liiiiittle bit of a heads up about that when I was spat outta that blue gunk stuff? Whatever the hell that shit was? Someone to tell me something like, jeez, I dunno, "Hey, little girl, just so you know, you're on a giant fucking spaceship, which you've totally been on before, try not to freak out". Or, "Hey, sooo here's how you work this… phone… thing… which I can tell you've never used before, even though you apparently have and just can't remember it". Ooooor, "Hey, just a heads up that you've been kidnapped - …uhhh, again? …I guess? - aaaand you're gonna be stuck here for the next however long leaping through wormholes and other comic book shit you're probably not gonna understand, have a nice fucking day".

[ She's rambling. Nervous. Trying not to come across as nervous. Probably failing. ]

Soooo, I guess, on that note? Anyone wanna fill me in on what the hell I was doing the last time I was apparently here? Or… [ A pause. The thought of other people like that Marty guy telling her they know her sends a chill down her spine. Makes her feel reeaalll unsafe and out of control. She's doing fine enough as it is with feeling unsafe and out of control without a bunch of strangers talking to her like they know her making it even worse. ] Actually. You know what? Maybe it's best you don't. This place is creepy enough as it is without weirdos talking to me like we're friends or something. No offence or anything.

Oh. By the way. [ No one can see it, but Ellie is rubbing her nose - a nervous habit of hers when she feels scared or uneasy. She has to muster all her strength to not sound as worried and scared as she actually is, especially about what she's about to mention next. ] Guess I should, um, mention while I'm on this thing that I'm looking for someone. An old guy, with a beard, looks pretty pissed off most the time, like he's got a giant stick up his ass.

[ A feeble attempt at trying to sound lighthearted, like she's not worried about not being able to find Joel. There's a pause, though, followed by a quietly worried exhale of breath. ]

I'm gonna guess he's probably… not… [ Can't bring herself to finish the sentence: probably not here. ] Uh. Look, if you see a guy wandering around who fits that description, answers to the name Joel? Just... just tell him there's a little girl looking for him.

[ Another awkward pause. She swallows hard, trying to swallow back the slow burn of panic that keeps trying to rise up her throat like bile. ]

Oookay. I'm done here. Over and out. Or… whatever.

[ More fumbling noises. A quietly muttered, "what the fuck, how do I turn this thing--" and then the feed ends. ]
 
 
05 February 2015 @ 06:33 pm
[ Amidst the bright greens of the Oxygen Gardens is Elizabeth, much better off since her last broadcast, post-Smiley trauma. The brunette turns the device on, yes, but her attention is elsewhere, ducking amongst the plants and trying to suss out a few of the bugs. In the meantime, she's singing softly to herself, looking almost lost in a daydream for a moment or two. ]

I'm sorry, I meant to ask: is there anyone else aboard who had... well, some kind of power before coming to the ship? I've mentioned it once or twice to some since I've been here, but I had a certain ability before arriving and I'm almost nostalgic for it. It was part of who I am, and... it's a bit hard to explain.

Oh, and the Gardens are wonderful! I can't believe I haven't spent any time here before; they make the whole place seem much less cold. And there are insects! It really does remind me of home, which I thought I would never miss.

[ There's a wistful sigh. ]

Space can be awfully lonely, don't you think?
 
 
01 February 2015 @ 02:28 pm
 
General relativity describes how space-time operates. As best as I can figure out, the only way that we can appear from different points in our own timeline has to do with the application of gravity. I don't know for sure, but I think that the Jump affects gravity in a manner that we don't understand yet. I keep redoing the equations, but there's a problem with the constants that I can't puzzle out. If we accept, though, a quantum model, that states that everything that can be will be (1=.9999999999999 into infinity) and that every movement of electrons at a quantum level can influence the separation of universes, then there's an infinite number of universes, right?

And we're all here because some function of the Jump Drive, that can influence matter at a quantum level. In another version of this universe, it's not you here. It's your brother, or your sister, or your cousin, or other people you don't know. But someone from your world is here in an untold number of universes, but in some universes this ship has reached a location, or has stopped moving and has killed everyone within, and space continues, bounded and infinite at once-

All right, let me start again.

I don't think that fear is any better than the things we're afraid of. Fear itself, right? It's paralyzing.

So I'm glad that's over.

I dropped a violin, the other day, during the...incidents. It was in a black case, and when I went back for it, it was gone. I would really like it if whoever picked it up could return it to me. It means a lot to me, and it's very delicate. I would like it back, please.
 
 
21 January 2015 @ 05:18 am
This is Raven Reyes, CEO.

It's been mentioned a few times now that being tracked and boarded involuntarily isn't a possibility, but an inevitability. I'm not here to weigh in one way or the other. I'm here to make sure you're ready, just in case.

You were told to familiarize yourself with the operation of Tranquility-issue space suits and armaments. I can teach you that.

On top of that, I also want to get a hell of a lot more people familiar with how to launch and operate the shuttles, and how to tell which ones are even safe for launch in the first place. I don't know what kind of enemy we'll be facing here. What I do know is, we're stuck in a big metal ship that wants us dead, and that same ship is being tracked by agents who probably also want us dead. It's good to have some kind of escape route, even if that escape just puts you a little farther from the immediate target. After all, deep space doesn't give a shit if you're dead or alive, and in the event of an on-board battle of some kind I'd call that an improvement.

So if you want to learn any of this, say something. It could save your life.

And you're probably sick to hell of hearing this by now, but if you're unemployed and wouldn't rather hang yourself than get a little dirty, Engineering wants you. Especially right now, when everybody's stretched so thin.

Last thing: If you're good with suits, armaments, or shuttles, speak up too. It'd sure be handy if I weren't the only one dishing out the safety-first lectures.
 
 
01 January 2015 @ 01:16 pm
[ Compared with all of her past broadcasts and the sweet, curious, bright-eyed impressions she's given off in the past, today's view of Elizabeth is a little more on the disturbing side. The young woman is clearly terrified, looking very, very worse for wear. The keener eyes in the ship's residents may notice signs of malnutrition. Dehydration. Exhaustion. In the meanwhile, Elizabeth clutches her device close, shaking, eyes shining with fear. ]

Is... Is this real? Can anyone-- [ She takes a deep breath, trying to keep things together, not doing an especially good job. ] Is there someone there? I... I need help. Please--

[ The lack of the ship's usual humming doesn't help; Elizabeth glances around, terrified, the silence cutting deep into her already-overwhelming panic. ]

Just let me go, I can't take this anymore!

[ Apparently, she and :) don't see eye to eye... ]
 
 
10 December 2014 @ 07:48 pm
[ For perhaps the first time over the network, Elizabeth doesn't exactly look chipper. She's fidgeting, pulling at bits of her hair and moving as she talks. ]

Hello. I... I was hoping that I could ask you all your opinions, based on your own experiences. I realize that what I'm asking is situational and... well, really, private, but I really do need advice.

... When you have to kill, or... had to, before, what was it that allowed you to reason through it? Even if the act is for the greater good, it's still the taking of a life. Someone told me once that it was a necessity, though a terrible one, and I know now that he was right. Still, though, if it wasn't for survival-- for your own survival-- [ She pauses, reconsiders. ] If someone else was in danger--an innocent--is it any easier?

[ Clearly, she's never killed anyone before. Elizabeth chews on her lip, very much agitated. ]

Oh! This isn't about anyone on the ship, not at all. I'm only wondering for when I return to Columbia.
 
 
10 December 2014 @ 12:51 am
Raven Reyes here.

To the departments (any) - What's protocol when your boss goes MIA? MIA as in disappeared at jump. As far as I know, she never did name a second.

To Flight & Comms - How's our chain of command looking? Still got Wash and Ryuuzaki? Did we lose anyone else?

To Engineering - What now? I'm doing everything I can but we can only go like this for so long.

To anyone who can tell me what the hell this thing is -
[ she's attaching a picture of what looks like a rubik's-cube-sized square of skin and flesh?? it's sitting alone on a table. ] I'm all ears.

To anyone I've ever talked to - Be nice to know if you're still around.