16 October 2014 @ 07:43 pm
Color me curious. Since we're such a diverse group of people - how many of you are from "Earth"? I don't care what version of it, I don't care what time you're from. Considering that we're all supposed to be from different galaxies and times, why is it your wonderful planet that gets picked on?

Not that I'm minding, there are so many people from my own galaxy that I'd hate to see again (though, if there's an old man called Ben Kenobi or Obi Wan still hiding out here, I still want my money), it's just odd that it's that galaxy that gets all the fun.

Or, you know, tell me where you're from. How are you? What's Earth like? Something - it's just bugging me.
 
 
 
17 June 2014 @ 11:40 pm
[ The feed starts with static, thin and crackling. There's the trace of a voice coming through, short interrupted clips that eventually resolve into a steady and markedly sarcastic tone. ]

—ing in with the soporific discovery of yet another corridor that is very unexpectedly abandoned. And also not where it's meant to be on your bloody maps, by the way. You'd have better luck navigating Neverland.

I'd rather be navigating Neverland. [ Emma's scowled dismissal is easily distinguished in the background. ] I thought you said you knew how to do this? [ So much for trusting the pirate to know how to navigate. ]

Is this a pirate thing? [ Kate is going to make equally helpful contributions to this conversation, her tone dry. ] Inability to navigate except on water? Or did you get lost on your own ship, too?

Oh, I know how to navigate a ship—

Are you still broadcasting this? [ Reaching her hand out, Emma demands the device from him. ] Gimme that. [ A short wrestling match later, she wrestles it out of his hand. You can tell because she's louder. ] If you don't have anything to report, don't report it. [ With that flat scolding, she terminates the feed. ]

( ooc; Purple = Kate, red = Emma, black = Hook. This is open to all other fireteams and everyone back at the home base, threadjacking highly encouraged! )
 
 
[The video transmitter clicks on with a view of the ceiling, until Luke picks it up and rotates it to show his face. He looks tired and perhaps like he only woke up a few minutes ago.]

Does anyone on board know how to get rid of certain dreams? There's one I've been having night after night-- well, I suppose it's more of a nightmare. It's getting harder and harder to sleep.

[transmission is now locked to Anakin Skywalker]

Fa- uh, Dad. [He's still not used to calling anyone that and it's difficult to get into the mindset that he can address someone he hardly knows so casually.] Maybe you can help me. I don't know if there are any Jedi techniques that can help with dreams but someone else was talking to me about meditation. Maybe that would work? I don't know. At this point I'll try just about anything. I just want it to stop.
 
 
11 April 2014 @ 11:07 pm
[ the distress signal is tapped out using her fingernail against a wall. it's one of the few signals jane knows in morse code, a trick taught to her by her father during their many late night stargazes. ]

· · · – – – · · ·

[ SOS

a few seconds pass, silently but only slightly disturbed by soft, hurried pants and then, ]


Hello. I'm Dr. Jane Foster of — of Earth. Or Midgard. [ jane feels the need to mention that, in case she tripped slapstick style into a gravitational anomaly and ended up god knows where again. she knows that by this point she shouldn't feel surprised waking up in a strange place, lost and confused, with a number tattooed on her arm. after all, safety and normalcy had pretty much been tossed out the window as soon as she hit the god of thunder with her van.

it still does, though. it's like a seizure by the throat, a fire shut up in her bones that makes her both restless and weary. it's the fear that never truly leaves the body, like malaria, and it's a fear clearly evident in her voice when she speaks again, ]


I — don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or what any of this is. [ she won't exactly say it, but jane is completely clueless. it's an odd, sickening feeling and one she isn't used to. usually, she could grasp at straws, ultimately finding a conclusion through the little scraps of clues she was handed. in fact, her entire career has been built on that. here, however, there are no answers and no work for jane to use as a distraction. all there is the silence and the cold, harsh reality of the unknown.

jane lets out a sigh, heavy and tired as if the realisation just dawned on her, and she runs a shaky hand through her hair. ]
If anyone can hear me, I need answers. Please.
 
 
09 April 2014 @ 03:23 am
Look. If this is a SHIELD bag and tag I'm really sorry, ok? For w/e it is that I did. Can I please go home now? I learned my lesson.

If this is not a SHIELD punishment, did somebody's ASSHOLE BROTHER open an Einstein-Rainbow bridge into space? Like AN ASSHOLE?? Not cool.


[ That is not what a wormhole is called, Darcy. ]

More to the point, who do I have to blow* to get a beer around here?



*No one is actually gonna get blown. sry not sry. pls give beer tho k tnx.
 
 
[a video feed from a non-disclosed location brings up to show two roombas ready to fight to the death.]

CUT FOR BIG TEXT )
 
 
12 March 2014 @ 03:36 pm
[ sulu's camped out on one of the mattresses in the shuttle bay, wearing just his black starfleet issue undershirt, hair sticking up. he looks tired, but that's mostly default setting for sulu. ]

I think it might be late to welcome anyone aboard. By now I'm sure you've all gotten the general idea. This is the Tranquility, you're in space, and no, there's not a convenient exit. I've looked. [ sulu smiles, apologetic, then rubs an unsteady hand over his face, presses hard against his cheek. ] If you've any questions, I can do my best to answer them for you.

I'm Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu, formerly of the USS Enterprise. I work in the Shuttle Bay here, among other things. [ "other things" meaning two other departments, but who was counting. ] If you're looking for something to do with your time, we could use you in the Shuttle Bay. Talk to Carolyn Fry if you're interested in helping out down here. So long as you're not trying to steal the shuttles or break anything, you're welcome to come help out. Previous experience helps, but it's not essential. We can teach you what you need to know.

[ remember when sulu had a strict code of starfleet approved conduct? how the mighty have fallen. ]

If Shuttle Bay isn't for you, there's other departments that are in the same boat, could use some extra sets of hands. Believe me, sometimes it's better staying busy than hanging around up here waiting to go home.

[ he takes his hand away from his face, shrugs a shoulder, then cuts the feed. ]
 
 
11 March 2014 @ 04:40 pm
[ the feed switches on to show a spectacular view of the garden grounds. as in the actual floor of the gardens, mostly dirt and foliage, before it's flipped around to focus on hook's face. his expression is solemn, offering up a respectable display of sincere concern for those he's addressing. ]

This message is intended as a favour— an act of good faith, if you will. I regret to inform my fellow passengers that we've a wolf in our midst. [ the mask of civility slips slightly, giving way to a sharp grin; his voice matches, edged with hostility and amusement. ] Or should I say a crocodile.

There's a man on this ship who calls himself Rumplestiltskin. While I admit he's not much to look at, it's nothing more than the practised ruse of a monster. He's known to my world as The Dark One. Whatever kind words he's spun, any generosities he's offered— I assure you, they've been at your expense.

[ no killing allowed, but nobody said anything about gossip. anyway, after a pause to let that dramatic reveal that absolutely won't remind anyone of stupid picture books settle: ]

I've also heard word of a smithy on board. If anyone could direct me to it or to its owner, I'd be in your debt. [ there's a glint of light off the metal as he raises his hook, idly considering its condition. ] I've something in need of sharpening.

[ that last sentence would absolutely be a private taunt to gold if he knew how to encrypt anything, but he doesn't. blame emma. ]

( ooc: 4th walling on all related fairy tales/stories is welcome! )
 
 
14 January 2014 @ 09:45 pm
[ when arya stark faces the camera, it is with all the solemnity of her last video post.

this is not about the fluctuating temperatures, however.
]

I need blankets, [ she begins without preamble, ] and pillows. I would prefer them with color, but any spares you have will be enough.

[ she prefers the ones people receive than the standard issue, but arya has no problems stripping unoccupied rooms if she must. blanket forts are serious business and it is very hot and humid in the gardens. the struggle is real. ]

I also need—hey!

[ the tension breaks with the sudden and utterly unexpected appearance of one (1) shirtless and sweaty gendry. who unceremoniously shoves face and shoulders into the frame. ]

Who are you talking to?

Get out! [ arya shoves her hand at his face to push him out of the shot. the image shakes as she fumbles with the comm and with gendry. ] Don't be rude!

[ the joys of teenagers and almost-teenagers in space. ]
 
 
10 January 2014 @ 07:34 pm
You know how I say "give me a break", being in a coma for almost a month wasn't exactly what I was talking about. Now, I guess that it's sorta hot around the ship (first of all, get over it it's what happens on ships) and it's kinda not in Shuttle Bay.

Here are some dos and don'ts if you're going to come near my area in the Bay.


✔ Get the hell away from my work area
✔ Bring me beer
✔ Bug Carolyn about everything
✔ Take your complaints to Sulu
✔ Annoy Amidala
✔ Don't ask me who the hell is in Shuttle Bay
✘ Come near my work area
✘ Touch anything
✘ Breathe around anything
✘ Think about touching anything
✘ Think about asking me what I'm doing
✘ Talking to me
✘ Thinking about me
✘ Thinking about the state of the ships
✘ Asking me what that sound is
✘ Complaining if you get shot because you broke all of these rules


Failure to comply means getting shoved out of an airlock. Or something, I don't know. Don't talk to me or even look at me.
 
 
15 September 2013 @ 08:14 pm
[here's the thing with han; han doesn't like it when he tells people to do things and then they do the exact opposite. so while padmé IS DOING SOMETHING PADME ISH, han is just staring at her with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.]

What? [Compared to her usual, polite countenance it's a lot more direct- flat out impatient, a combination of exhaustion and present circumstances both. The things she's currently concerning herself with, happen to be fiddling with the feed device, and shifting the sleeping young preteen higher up on her hip, into a far more comfortable position. It's clear that despite her asking, she doesn't really care for the answer]

I'm not saying anything. Because if I had said something, then it would mean that it was perfectly normal for you to get lost in a ship.

[Not that he’s being extremely passive aggressive about this at all.]

You didn't have to. You were staring. [She's not even going to address the last part of this, because she's tired enough to stoop to his level in her own way] The way out, Mr. Solo?

Follow me, your Grace.

Don't call me that. [It's automatic. She’s gotten used to correcting him- And she's fast approaching the point she feels she should just start ignoring him. She will however, follow after him and direct her attention to the feed, you know- the whole reason she turned it on] Cat wandered into the ship, and- we got a little lost. My- [A pause, and she side eyes Han. Flatly] friend here, is going to get us to the main part of the ship. Whoever is responsible for her- If you would meet us there, I would be happy to return her to you.

Seriously, come pick up your kid.

Shut up! [A small, tired voice enters the picture, raising her head briefly off of Padmé's shoulder to address them both, before lowering it again, hand curled stubbornly around the woman's braid. A small trickle of blood appears over the curve of Arya's ear]
 
 
15 September 2013 @ 12:37 pm
[You know how sometimes, when you go for a really long time without sleep, you write things that seem really profound? Things that seem like really marvelously good ideas?

If not, see below.]


It has been some time since I engaged in any data collection: please fill out the following survey so that more data might be collected.

Name:
Age:
Sex:
Occupation:
Level of education:
Place of origin:
Annual income:
Ethnicity:
Length of time you've been here:
Last time at which you slept:
Do you think we ought to have a system of law in place?:
If not, would you have objections to being provided with an informational pamphlet as to how laws are put in place to protect individuals from the state & not necessarily vice versa?:
If not, do you not see that as perpetuating your own preconceived notions?:
Why do you think we are here?:
Why do you think we are currently unable to sleep?:
How many "incidents" have you been caught up in (e.g., Strela, when we lost power, getting stuck in the hallways):
How did you comport yourself at that time?:
Would you like to
Are you currently experiencing adverse physical effects?:



This survey will be analyzed, using statistics & science.

Thank you.

With regards,
M. Edgeworth
 
 
14 September 2013 @ 04:53 pm
[There is an orange-skinned girl on the feed with white facial tattoos. Please do not adjust your communication devices, she is actually orange. Since her arrival she's shed her many layers of clothes and right now she appears to be in the lift.]

I'm Padawan Ahsoka Tano. For those of you who are wondering, I am an alien. A species called a Togruta. I'm also a Jedi apprentice and helping out in the shuttlebay.

[She hasn't been sleeping well for the last six days but that shouldn't give her hallucinations already. Which means what she saw was real. Plus hallucinations don't try to lock her in her room.]

Master Kenobi, Skyguy. We've got a bit of a problem. There's this droid, an R3 unit that's sort of out to get us on board the ship. He's a Sep spy and a stubby, little back-stabber. I can catch him but I don't have the skills to reprogram him.

Everyone else should be on the lookout for a gold and black droid - he looks exactly like Artooie except for the color. Don't let him near anything he can sabotage. If you see him electric shocks work best to put him out of commission. Try not to shoot him or slice him in half. Stubby can be a big help once he's not working against us.
 
 
H-hi, it's. Is this...? This recording device is different than the one I -- had.

[ he clears his throat, he's pretty sure this is rolling so let's do this, TQ ]

Do I just say, 'The Tranquility?' Or is there some other name we like to be called? Tranquilities, perhaps. Or. Tranquilmen? People? Tranquil people. [ he shakes his head where is he going with this he's forgotten. ] Everyone needs... friends. Even in space. Even when we're all alone.

Maybe especially then. Now-- as it were. I know I was here before. Oh, I'm. I'm Ned. Some people call me 'The Piemaker.' I make pies. Obviously. And I'd like to, again.

[ god how he misses the pie hole. ]

If anyone knew me -- before. The other me, the ... him. That guy. I'd like to speak with them. [ he gives a little half-smile, his eyes crinkling. ] Or if you work in the kitchens. I'd.

I'd appreciate your input, either way.

Also, apparently I used to work at the bar... [ he's so not sure how that works. ned tilts his head and accidentally (or on purpose) hits the end button. ]
 
 
19 August 2013 @ 11:07 pm
picture! )
IF FOUND PLEASE CONTACT HAN SOLO. KID TENDS TO GET HIMSELF INTO A LOT OF TROUBLE.
COMPENSATION WILL BE DISCUSSED ON COMPLETION OF TASK (SEE OBI WAN KENOBI OR ANAKIN SKYWALKER).

If Jedi feel the need to use their magic, better hurry. You don't know how much trouble the kid can get into. Seriously. I've spent the last couple of weeks hunting this kid down through the entire ship, so if he shows up in your department, kick him in the butt and send him down to me.
[n-not that he's worried about him or anything!!!]
 
 
16 June 2013 @ 05:49 pm
( two idiots walk into a bar -- or not. it's really just danny and han sitting together with a couple bottles of empty beers and a deck of cards between them. it seems kind of depressing, if you think about it.

danny is the first to wave at the camera, an amused smile on his lips.
)

Well, this has been interesting, but I thing we need to change things up a bit.

( han looks at the camera and back at Danny, a wry expression on his face. )

We could be playing sabaac, but there isn't much to work with.

( but, han's a gambling man, even as he cuts the cards and deals between the two of them.)

These names are terrible for card suits, by the way.

( funny how danny knows what a sabaac is. fucking star wars comics, man, and fuck han solo for actually existing. )

I don't know, I think they're kind of appropriate. I mean - this is a heart, isn't it?

( he shows one of the cards in his hands - a three of hearts - before throwing it away and replacing it with another from the remaining deck. you would think that he'd try to be quiet about the cards he's been holding, but he doesn't seem too bothered. )

Not enough people if it's just the two of us.

( as if han has a clue. he deals it out, holding up the jack of spades: )

What the hell is a "Jack" supposed to be?

( and he sort of has a point. he throws it in, calling a bluff or something or the other, or maybe han just doesn't know what he's doing. it's hard to tell.)

I'd say we hold a poker night. Then they'd say that they're poker champions and that poker has no place on this ship. Or that poker ruins friendships and that we should be making friendships with cards.

( he might be projecting some bitterness. maybe.)

( danny just blinks at the jack of spades lost in the pile. man, what a waste. )

From what I remember? Someone just went and called it that for no reason. It's supposed to be 'Knave', but they confuse it with the 'King'. I could be wrong, though.

( he shrugs. people are dumb. )

Maybe if you ask nicely, they'll stop by. Maybe they'll even show you what they've got.

( the camera gets a shot of his nice smile from that. is he conning you? he's conning you. though, to be fair, he's more like challenging the audience to prove han wrong and prove him right. )

( don't pull that move on him, he invented that mood. han throws his cards down, face down. )

Oh, please join us for poker night. We'd love to have you. In fact, bring friends, bring beer and bring something we can play you under the table for.

( that was supposed to be sarcasm. but there is one thing that sarcasm cannot hide:)

We're at the bar, come find us. If you bring a Jedi, we'll take your money and then throw you out. If you are Jedi, you're not invited.

( and they're out. )


( OOC: there will be log for this. soon. hold the phone. THERE'S A LOG. )
 
 
[ Close up on Quinlan's face as he frowns in to the video feed and adjusts his comms device. Seemingly satisfied with the feed he sits back from the video feed and levels it with a stony look. His default expression, nowadays. ]

This ship has a habit of turning your mind against you. For those of you who find it useful - [ hey fellow jedi heyy ] - the oxygen gardens are good for meditation, especially the upper levels. Ground yourself, respect the life there, be mindful of the Living Force around you - and perhaps you'll find some peace.

[ And for the majority of the ship that's the end of the message! Those damn hippy Jedi! But for a select few from a galaxy far, far away there's an additional message attached: ]

FILTERED to Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Bail Organa, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker & Lucien Draay:

So. We've got five Jedi, a senator, and - [ deadeyes ] - whatever Solo is. So that's seven -- seven of us, all from the same galaxy and all from different points in time. Small paths in one long journey.

For my own part, I know enough about the future - [ his expression turns grim, distant, ] - the Clone Wars end, peace returns to the galaxy. I know the role I play in the events. The Force guides me -- and I will do what I must. You needn't tell me any more. [ A pause, a gruff nod. ] Each one of you can decide for yourself how much of your future you want to know. I won't make that decision for you. But we all need to be clear.
 
 
22 April 2013 @ 09:11 pm
Nobody destroy the pirate ship, if you find it. I want to take a look, and if you all shoot them, then we can keep it.

[ Sorry pirates. ]

Flight crew, if you're not down here, get down here unless you can't fight.

[ By "here" she means "the shuttle bay", but really, where else would she be? ]

((ooc: Open for action in the shuttle bay, if people so desire!))
 
 
(welcome to the shuttle bay with han and obi-wan. excuse the fact that there's a shuttle that han's stripped and that obi-wan generally looks like he has a bad feeling about all of this.)

I think if you follow the guidelines set by the Security Team, you should be safe. Stay in groups. Don't engage.

(there's a beep and a long protest as Arfour says something, but she's not in view. that's when han just takes off his goggles off to actually prove obi-wan wrong.)

No, this is what you do. If you see a pirate? Shoot them. (wait, this is a jedi he's talking to.) Or use the Force, you know what you do.

(obi-wan looks irritated for a moment, but he'll take this moment to roll his eyes and cross his arms)

If you don't have training, don't engage.

If you don't have training, get someone else to shoot them. If they talk to you, shoot them. If they even look at you, shoot them. If they ask you how you're doing, shoot them. If they're dying outside your room, watch them die and then shoot them to make sure they don't get up.

(han's getting a little serious about this.)

I'm going back to work.

(aaaaaand Obi-Wan walks a little away, Arfour beeping after him, but she's still not visible on screen)

Don't touch anything, I'm redoing the - (han was running after him before running back to turn off the communicator.)