12 January 2016 @ 12:15 am
[The video is very short: the camera focuses on one of the pieces of strange fabric that fell during the jump, then changes position so the cloth can be seen from a different angle, causing a shift of light that makes the writing show up. She speaks over the image, but isn't on camera herself.]

I found this, and I know I wasn't the only one: there was more of it out there.

If this design is writing, can anybody read it? I've never seen it before.
 
 
02 January 2016 @ 11:17 pm
We keep having animal attacks. Even with regular perimeter patrols, that's cause for concern. With people still living in tents, we're too exposed. I know people have been making efforts to construct other dwellings, but those piecemeal efforts can only take us so far.

One thing we have an overabundance of is trees. If we get everyone working together, we can build a simple stockade and increase the security of the camp. It's not complicated engineering, but we need bodies to get it up in a timely manner, especially with the jungle increasingly coming up with new threats.
 
 
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?
 
 
18 May 2015 @ 08:25 pm
[The video feed turns to reveal Emily looking a bit worse for wear from the illness or whatever it is that is going around lately causing the headaches and the bleeding. She has never really addressed the network before, mostly because it felt superfluous and that was typically Nolan's thing anyway but this was different and probably an important thing to discuss if anything]

Hey. So I am not really sure where to start with this— I know there's been the headaches and the bleeding that has been already mentioned and still going on but lately I've been slowly been getting bits and pieces of dreams or maybe something more like someone else's memories that happened before in this place.

Anyway with everything that's happening right now, I figure it can't be a coincidence— so I was wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar?

[ooc; Referring to the stasis coma dreams! Feel free to use this as a general discussion/info post and threadjack if you want too]
 
 
[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.
 
 
18 February 2015 @ 02:26 pm
[Someone's bored, sitting in one of the kitchens (on a counter in fact) and just looking bored. So she grabs her communicator and flicks it on.]

I have been here for some time now and I have realized that I really do not know so many people as I would like. And so many of you here are Secondborn- ah, humans. So I have a few questions.

[She smiles pleasantly enough but-]


Does having round ears affect your hearing?

My people consider long hair important, a standard for beauty. Many of you do not have long hair, what do you consider beautiful if not that? I know that dwarves find beards beautiful but most of you are bare-faced.

And your lives are so short. Is that why most seem in such a rush? Is that why you cannot hear the trees or animals? You are in too much of a rush to listen?

[Lúthien no.]
 
 
28 November 2014 @ 01:46 am
[Video clicks on, and lo, it is a pink faced young man, sitting in a nest of fabric in one of the empty cabins. He hasn't bothered to introduce himself on the network (he's used to just being known), and he's not personalized the cabin at all, just found an empty one and nested there.]

I have watched the winter festival celebrated each year, every year, for as long as I can recall. There is ceremony, there is song, and there is sacrifice. It is curious to me, that you celebrate the winter festivals here, although there is no snow or frost... [Curious, perhaps, but Shrieky looks quietly content, as though he finds this tradition more pleasing than strange.] ...I have seen the decorations, the feasting, and the seed of the gods hangs in the hallway. I have seen your ceremony and heard your song.

So, what do you intend to sacrifice?

[And now his agenda emerges, because in the early years, before monotheism began to take hold back in his home, a certain amount of respect was paid to certain geographical sites. Certain trees. Certain mounds. A certain river which fed into a certain moat... Meaning that sometimes when there was a sacrifice...]

What do you intend to sacrifice, and will I be getting any?
 
 
22 November 2014 @ 10:40 pm
[Elsa is in her cabin, and she looks different than she has on the network in the past. Her hair is still in a braid over her shoulder, but her dress is high-necked and mostly black, and it makes her face look very pale, even in comparison to her everyday appearance. The fact that her eyes are noticeably red-rimmed and puffy doesn't help. Her demeanor is circumspect now, but it's obvious that she's been crying.

She also wears a pair of fine teal leather gloves.]


Hello, everyone. I -- I have two things to say.

[She pulls a plant into the picture. It has pretty yellow blossoms, but it's beginning to droop: maybe her cabin isn't the right environment for it. It's in a glass jar of water for the time being.]

The first is... this plant was in my locker after the most recent jump. I don't know what it is, or how to care for it. I'd be grateful for anything you can tell me.

[She doesn't promise a reward, because what does she have to give?]

The other thing is...

[She hesitates, then swallows, pressing her lips together, visibly determined to soldier on regardless of how subdued and defeated she feels. She should probably apologize for what she did to the eighth floor, but that would mean publicly admitting to the exact nature of her powers, so for now, she decides to stick to the plan she's already made.]

Does anyone have any gloves that they're not using? I only have this one pair, so I'd like to borrow some for a while, if that would be all right.
 
 
12 November 2014 @ 08:43 pm
[Hannah has learned, accidentally or experimentally, appropriate camera distance. Look, it's her whole face, complete with big hair, and those long pointy ears. She--not quite grins, but, well, she looks amused, if not a bit smug.]

Separate of the whole bullshit kidnapping thing, these little faceboxes are fucking cool.

But, [she looks more critical now, kind of squinting] really seems like there's a ton of humans. Where's, you know, the rest of the world?

[Was she kidnapped to fill a quota or something? Because that's just awkward. Maybe they should throw her back and get a better elf.]
 
 
10 November 2014 @ 01:02 pm
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Hey everyone.

You probably remember that back when we were figuring out that the nanites were making us sick we discovered a room with management consoles for the nanites and grav couches and stuff. We haven't had much luck getting real access to the systems to see how the changes were made, so we're having to get pretty old-school to try to find anything out. One of the things we did was dust for fingerprints (yes, really). We found some, obviously, and what we're hoping to do now is narrow them down and see if there are any that don't belong to passengers. If there are that could help confirm that there are other humans still physically present on the ship, which would be good to know.

To do that, obviously we need to rule out passengers and for that we need your fingerprints for comparison. (Added: For those of you unfamiliar with the practice: each person has a different pattern of ridges on their fingertips and when you touch things you often leave impressions of them behind. If we record what your fingers' pattern looks like we can compare it to the marks we found on the machine and rule out that it was you that touched it.)

This isn't compulsory, I'm not going to come knock on your door and force you to get printed or anything like that, and we're not going to use your prints for anything but this without your permission. But it would really be nice to figure this out, so please consider doing it.

We'll be set up in the lounge on 005 most of the time, or you can schedule with me separately if that's easier. Thanks.

(ooc: if you don't want to comment icly but your character definitely would/wouldn't show up to get printed, feel free to drop a [not here] to let me know!)
 
 
30 September 2014 @ 11:24 pm
[rikku is lying in her bunk, the comm propped up on some scrap of metal beside her because she's too busy playing with her garment grid to hold it herself. she looks thoughtful, and gently runs the pads of her fingers over the spheres locked into the grid. the five of them, each a different color (lighter shades of red, blue, yellow, etc.), seem to glow with some sort of inner light. it's a very, very faint glow, but it's still there.]

How many of y'all have magic in your worlds? Like, not that hocus pocus "pick a card, let me saw you in half, i've got a dove up my butt" sort of magic. I'm pretty sure almost everywhere has that kind of magic. But I mean real, true magic.

[a beat]

Well I guess "real" is kinda relative, considering how many different kinds of magic there could be, but I think you get the gist. And if you've got magic--is it something everyone can do? Or do they need training or some kinda help to use it?
 
 
18 September 2014 @ 11:52 pm
I'm aware that this is about to sound terribly dramatic, but. [ But she's paused a moment, debating cutting the feed entirely. She's been too reclusive, however, and this is as good a way as any to try and connect to her fellow passengers, isn't it? ]

I've spent my whole life in exodus. It's as if my life is split into chapters, and each one ends with having to flee the place I'd been calling home. Being stuck somewhere isn't something I'm accustomed to.

[ Which brings us to the point: ] How do you all stand it? I'm discovering that I'm terrible at keeping busy without wilderness to go tromping through, noble children to drag home, or a city guard to assist. Does anyone need anything fetched? I might actually be desperate enough to play messenger and courier for someone. I can only do target practice so much before even that gets dull.

[ There's a heavy sigh. Hawke doesn't like this one bit. ]

Which reminds me, I don't suppose there's anyone around here who knows how to make arrows?
 
 
09 July 2014 @ 12:32 am
[Amalthea has never encountered anything like the communication's device. Therefore, for what seems like a ridiculously long amount of time, she will sit in the locker room, her arms around her knees and her strange eyes fixed on the screen. She has showered - her mane and skin are glowing - and she is dressed.

Small steps for some, but not for her.]


Are you watching me? [Her voice is distant; resigned.] King Haggard should know better. Trapping the others will mean the death of him.

[There is no sympathy on her delicate features.]

He isn't any different from Mommy Fortuna, who thought she could control a harpy.

[She shakes some hair out of her face and the pink mark in the middle of her forehead is revealed.]

I want to see the sky - and the sea. [It seems to pain her that she can find no windows.] There is no greater cruelty than this.
 
 
15 June 2014 @ 11:31 am
Has anyone seen an ice dragon?

[ musing, seemingly to herself, atop her bed. nymeria's head and forepaws are pillowed on arya's thighs and belly. she brushes the sleeping direwolf's neck. ]

There’s a story of a girl who was born during winter. The cold was so terrible it stole into the house and past the great fire her father had built and it crept under the blankets piled high on the birthing bed. It killed her mother, but not her. She was born blue and cold but alive and winter was inside her.

[ children of winter. a fairy story. but arya is a northern girl — no, a woman, now — and though she has not seen winter yet, it lives in her bones. ]

She loved everything about winter. The cold and the grey skies. Making enormous snow castles that turned to hardest ice overnight and playing with the ice lizards that swarmed out of the snow, but she loved nothing half as much as she did the ice dragon.

It came to her when she was very young. She could pet it without burning her hands from the cold. And one day, she got to ride it.

She didn't tell anyone, though. No one had ever tamed an ice dragon, you see. Anyone who'd gone close would be found the next day a block of ice. And it was her secret anyway.

One day, when summer had come and winter was still a long ways away, other dragons, fire breathing ones, came with their riders. She hid and she thought she would die but her ice dragon came to her even though it was summer and ice dragons never come in summer. Even though she wanted to leave and be with her ice dragon in a place where it's always winter, she couldn't leave her family to die. And the ice dragon loved her so much it stayed and battled the other dragons and their riders and it froze them all and it won — but its wings were melted and it was felled.

[ arya takes her time running her fingers through her wolf's long warm fur. nymeria continues to nap, and arya finishes her story. ]

She ran inside the house and freed her family, but when she went back outside, where her ice dragon had been was only a pond of always cold water. She saved her family, but no one believed her. No one had ever tamed an ice dragon, after all.

It's only a story, [ she continues, her tone as even as it had been through the narrative, ] but I always hear of weird animals in other places. Mayhaps someone knows of one like it. The only true ice dragon we have is a bunch of stars: follow the tail and you'll go south but if you chase its blue eye, you'll find north.

[ find home, she means. but there is no ice dragon here either. perhaps it is only meant to live inside the stories old nan spoke in winterfell. ]
 
 
11 May 2014 @ 10:43 pm
So I guess this is becoming a thing, but I think I'm gonna host a brunch potluck thingamajig. [She trails off, taps her lower lip with an index finger.] Probably in one of the rec rooms in a couple days. Set up for a few hours and let everyone who wants to wander in have a chance to eat and mingle.

[Alexis Castle: TQ's Morale Officer. Or something.

She hesitates, mouth quirking in a frown before speaking again. There's a little less confidence, less self-assurance now.]
I hope everyone's doing okay.
 
 
29 April 2014 @ 10:47 pm
When I got here, someone told me that it might be better if I kept my powers hidden.

Since then, I've seen people who have powers talking about them here. It's nice that I'm not alone anymore, but it's not nice to be afraid of what might happen if everyone knows what I can do.

I might have been able to help a few days ago if I had known what was going on. For example, I haven't tried it before, but I think I might be able to put out fires. I just want to be sure that it's safe for everyone if I make the attempt. I don't want to hurt anyone.

So, what do you think? Do you have powers? Were you born with them? What can you do? Do you hide your powers here? Is there a reason why I should, or why I shouldn't?

Also, can you do the same things that you could do at home? I've been practicing alone, and I can't. I'd like to understand that, too.

If you don't have powers, are you afraid of people who have them?

If you're trying to keep any of this a secret, you don't have to tell me who you are.

Thank you.