14 November 2013 @ 06:12 pm
[Well, hell. Is this thing on? It better be, or he's going to look awful funny talking to himself for next minute or two.

Needless to say, Booker is still getting used to his strange, newfangled communication device. The video is a little shaky at first, but it evens out after a moment or two of fumbling. And it's then you can see the man's face -- he looks tired, especially around the eyes, but he seems to be toughing it out. Frustration is etched into his frown, but his tone is relatively even and straight to the point.]


Name's Booker DeWitt, and I'm not gonna waste anyone's time. Got a few questions, in order of importance. I'd be much obliged to anyone willing to answer what they can.

[With that preface out of the way, he presses on:]

Anyone seen a girl named Elizabeth? [Here you can hear a little concern out of him, but he doesn't pause long enough to let it settle.] Blue and white dress, short brown hair. Might be stickin' her nose in other people's business. If you have, let me know.

Secondly -- I don't know how things work around here, if anyone gives a damn about money or trade -- but where does someone find ammunition in a place like this?

[This time there is a notable pause. Thirdly:] Or something to drink?
 
 
19 August 2013 @ 04:09 pm
[ there's no explanation or introduction attached to the message despite her obvious newness in the 022 of her i.d. number, just a direct, pressing question: ]

Is it pretty common for people's memories to get screwed with here?
 
 
01 July 2013 @ 11:24 pm
Audentes fortuna iuvat.

Does fortune favors us, Tranquility?

Caesar himself was quite devoted to boldness and fortune; alea jacta est he said and the goddess of fortune favored him for many years.

in the end, she did not. it is a tricky thing, fortune and quite a riddle to guess.


[ that aside ]

An assistance is needed! For baking a cake to a friend whom I favor greatly and who, I decided, celebrates his birthday today.
 
 
10 June 2013 @ 12:58 pm
[ irene's not sitting in her room, she's sitting in someone else's. namely, the room that once belonged to her version of sherlock holmes. on her index finger are three gold rings that she fidgets idly with while she speaks. ]

I see our very own cautionary tale has graced us with an echo. For those newly arrived, I'd say pay attention to that, and note what happens if you don't get yourself into a pod before the jump time. It leaves in quite a mess, or so I'm told.

[ there's a clink of rings as she shakes them off, letting them fall onto the side table, edging them lightly into place with her fingertips. ]

Now, having that settled, I suppose I'd ask an introduction on the part of those newly arrived. All those newly arrived. In all the chaos of your arrival, it's only polite that we all introduce ourselves. We are to be living in rather close quarters for the foreseeable future, are we not?
 
 
Dante had said, remember tonight! for it is the beginning of always.

What shall we be doing tonight, Tranquility?

[ it is late but not too late and Lucrezia is keen on avoiding nightmares and so sleep is not a Thing. ]

I shall be spending my own in the garden. I never before slept upon grass.
 
 
At the risk of ensnaring the ire of those of you who would rather live in what is best defined a bubble of willful ignorance— but has anyone noticed that it's been rather quiet in the time since our friendly pirates were murdered?

I'm not complaining, of course, because I do enjoy calm as much as the next person who's relatively sane but it's not as if we have much control with what happens on the ship. And I'd hate to discover that maintaining a normalcy bias— the willful ignorance I mentioned— manages to lull us into a false sense of security.

Then again, perhaps I'm just being pessimistic and that we're just enjoying a break we all needed and I'm just making you, my fellow victims of circumstance needlessly worry due to my own unrest. Still, I am curious as to whether or not I'm the only one who's considered this.
 
 
06 April 2013 @ 03:26 pm
[The last time she addressed the network, Bela was in a sorry state: drunk, fed-up and angry at the world. Now, she's much more calm and composed, but with an expression that suggests that she means business.]

I'm looking to do a little trading with those who have what I need.

[A pause to emphasise how important this was.]

The list is as follows:

Hair conditioner, moisturiser, toothpaste..well, any kind of toiletries really. Something a bit more upmarket than what we get here.

Trivial as those may be, if I'm going to be on board and without access to a shopping district, I think I could stand to have a few luxuries for myself.

[Another pause.] Oh, and ammunition for my pistol.

Contact me here or privately and I'll tell you what I have to offer.
 
 
09 March 2013 @ 12:11 pm
[ irene's wearing her tweed suit, buttons opened at the collar, waistcoat undone. there's a large golden lab sitting beside her, glorying in the way irene's scratching behind his ears. ]

It seems Baron Vladimir Harkonnen has left us. A true shame. He may have been the only man aboard this ship who properly appreciated the opera, and it's always lovely, finding someone with whom one shares a common interest.

[ there's a pause. the dog's mouth opens, tongue lolling out. irene smiles at that, before addressing the device again. ]

I've been here a year, with this passing jump. More than I thought I would, when I last onsidered the matter. I'd had several suggestions as to what to do to celebrate, if celebrate is the word I should use. None of them are quite to my taste, though I'm not sure such a dubious milestone should go unappreciated.

[ she gives a quiet little hum of thought, then raises her shoulder in an uncharacteristic shrug. ]

But I digress. Tell me, is the owner of this fine animal aboard anywhere? I found him in my doorway, but I doubt he's the ship's way of congratulating me on my stay. Majestic though he is, I'd say the menagerie this ship's acquiring really doesn't need any new additions roaming loose.
 
 
05 March 2013 @ 08:26 pm
[ this five month sojourn hasn't been kind to keller. he's dangerously underweight, gaunt as a motherfucker. somehow trimming his beard hasn't done much to improve his appearance. keller looks more or less unbothered by all of this, fingers tapping on the comm for a long moment before a smile flicks onto his face. ]

Leaves a lot to be desired, you know, this part. [ he gestures up and around at the medical bay. ] I forgot how much noise you people make.

[ keller's voice is rusty, low and grating. it's off just enough to be jarring, as if he's lost track of how to pitch his tone. his fingers tap against the comm again, beating out the tune of a song. ]

While I'm here, who's left? I heard half of you whining a couple weeks ago. That much hasn't changed, huh?

[ there's a breath of silence, keller's gaze skittering up and away, expression flickering into something unreadable. ]

Caffrey, you still kicking around? Give a guy a holler, yeah?

[ ooc | keller's been hanging out in the ship for five months, so he's a malnourished, dehydrated wreck and won't be leaving medical. dibs go to neal for first visit then it's open season for other shenanigans. ]
 
 
02 March 2013 @ 04:18 pm
[Today, LB is fully decked out in her Octopus suit to address the network. It might be odd, since she wasn't presently in danger, but she still had a good reason for it. Also, keep in mind that her voice is an oddly distorted mixtures of her normal voice and a deeper, gruffer voice.]

Good evening, Tranquility. Or is it day? Heeheehee? Who knows, in space.

Well now, despite getting mixed up in the hallways, the latest adventure was a little fun, don't you think~?

[She gives an exaggerated, playful shrug. Yes, she's being dead serious here.]

But that's not why I'm making my message -- hahaha -- judging from the reactions of others I've run into, I'm assuming about half of you are loading up your guns in preparation to slay me. So as a common courtesy, let me get one thing straight: I am not one of the monsters running around here! So quit shooting at me!

[After three times of being shot at or almost being shot at, LB was getting really sick of having her life threatened for no good reason. Dammit, Zer0, Mordecai, and Lilith, what was wrong with you guys?!

She then points to the camera with a metal tipped finger, continuing.]


So if you still feel like shooting me, I'm going to shoot right back? Or maybe I'll put a tentacle through your stomach -- heheheh -- depends on my mood. So don't fuck with me, got it?

[Right, right. This was all starting to deviate from informative to more threatening than she intended to. Raising her hand to one of her straps, she rubs at it as she reels back.]

Uh, anyway, nice talking to you all.



[OOC: She'll be out of her suit and speaking with her regular voice by the time people start replying. She just wanted to play show and tell, okay.]

 
 
14 February 2013 @ 12:47 am
[The feed clicks on to show a very well-dressed man eyeing the device with a hint of mistrust - almost as if he has perfectly well worked out how to use it, but would still rather not. It's an expression that's only there for a moment before it smooths out, replaced instead by a polite, friendly smile as he begins speaking.]

I'll spare everyone the repeated demands of how it is we're here and why no one has succeeded in changing the situation. I think I've been here quite long enough to skip over that apparently necessary initial introduction, and I'm certain the more long-standing residents of this vessel are tired of enlightening that particular strain of ignorance. And while I will throw my voice in with the chorus of those that would prefer not to be here, my question - and offer - is more what can be done to help.

[His gaze travels away from the camera, but it isn't with an air of uncertainty. More the look of a man who isn't used to being pinned in one place - or having to hold a camera - as he talks.]

I've taken the time to read over the information offered, but found the matter of how some of it was acquired notably... absent. [A tilt of his head, a more wry smile on his mouth.] I've an interest in the details. The devil's often in them, as they say. And perhaps a fresh set of eyes might discover some previously unnoticed potential, given the opportunity.

Of course, if anyone else would like to take this chance to fill in any gaps in our so-called F.A.Q. [A loose gesture of his hand.] My ears are open.
 
 
04 February 2013 @ 11:34 pm
[ Lucrezia is at the Space Bar, a glass of wine in hand. Pensive, she sips from it once and then again, quiet for a moment. She has been planning this for a time and yet.

And yet. ]


The Borgia family came from Spain to Rome. The father of the family, known as Rodrigo Borgia, has become Pope Alexander Sextus, elected to carry God's will and rule over Rome and the Papal States. He has a wife, beautiful and clever, Vanozza, whom the ladies of Rome, in their foolishness, dislike. Four children he has and all he brought to Rome, Juan Borgia who commands the armies of Rome, Cesare Borgia who took the red robes of the cardinal, Lucrezia Borgia who became Lucrezia Sforza of Pesaro and Gioffre Borgia, the youngest, who married Sancia of Naples. Their crest is the Borgia Bull.

[ and why is she telling all of this, well. ]

Yet there are some on this ship who knows more of me and mine than I do. The history remembers the Borgias, parents and children alike.

I would hear from those who know of my family. I would hear what their books tell.

[ a heavy burden, she asks to carry and yet. ]

I know that those tales might not be accurate to my own Rome and my own family and yet I wish to hear them still, if you would humor me.
 
 
01 December 2012 @ 09:59 pm
[ Behold, Lucrezia in pale pink dress and an elaborated braid in the first video broadcast since her arrival. By the looks of it, she is in one of the lounges, a few books in her lap. They look used, little notes scribbled at the edges of each page. She will read one. ]

I am, I confess, a sinner, but one who, far from weeping for her sins, weeps only for her lover; far from abhorring her crimes, longs only to add to them; and who, with a weakness unbecoming my state, please myself continually with the remembrance of past delights when it is impossible to renew them.

[ a pause. ]

Heloise and Abelard were truly doomed. But better doomed and loved than safe and lonely.

Private to close CR and friends  )
 
 
25 November 2012 @ 10:52 pm
[ selinas been watching the network a great deal since she arrived (hasn’t everyone) and she can't help but wonder about few things that she has seen come up a few times - so it only seems right that she asks, right? (she could just be stirring the pot though, who knows.)

…anonymously of course]


Question:

These lists that I've seen mentioned, what makes these people on them so interesting and why them?



catcrypt viewable to: Bruce Wayne, John Blake and Stpehanie Brown )
 
 
23 November 2012 @ 09:01 pm
I miss you all so much. I'm going to need a bit of your help here. Shouldn't be too difficult, snoopers. Finish the final statement:

'My opinion,' said he, 'is that we ought, out of the common purse, to
pay for this barn, and whatsoever corn, straw, or hay it contains,
and thus indemnify the owner, and then burn down the whole
building and the terrible beast with it. Thus no one will have to
endanger his life. This is no time for thinking of expense,
and stinginess would be ill applied.'

All agreed with him.

So,
they set fire to the barn

Hint, hint: It deals with an owl, as I recall.
A bit silly, don't you think? :) German tales. The town fears it, dreads it until they find their own way to calm their nerves. Circle around it. Use their own idea of 'exorcism.' Believe it's gone. Out of their way. Ignorance is bliss.

At least until the threat goes hoot hoot, then watch them scatter!

-S.

P.S. ht :/ d -s e.t lr.c


( ooc: HINT HINT what does the bunch of text in the p.s. look like?

HINT HINT#2: Look what I emphasized in the text, maybe it's importanteeee?

HINT HINT #3
: Not really a hint, but it's a Tumblr.

HINT HINT #4: WHY DO YOU THINK I ASKED FOR THE ENDING OF THAT TEXT? WHY DID I BOLD GERMAN? HMM AHHHH
)
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 12:06 am
[ This is new.

A shadowed figure sits before you, Tranquility. Very poor lighting, perhaps done purposely, but you are able to see the face. Well, the mask.
]

Familiar? [ The voice asks, pointing to the familiar face of Sherlock Holmes. Ooh, look at those cheekbones.

( ... Is that a crown on his head? Hmm, must be a fake. )

Not the usual pitch of your loving Consulting Criminal, completely distorted and taken at lower tone. Like a growl. He's taken his precautions and the outlined form appears very steady.

Calmed.
]

This is all very odd, this. [ The audio continues to fluctuate at various points. ]

There's this very small moment between "dandy" and "oh no" around here. [ He demonstrates with the spacing between his thumb and index finger. ] I'm right... there. See that space? It's terribly cramped.

Some people just continue their merry way around here, cover from horrors. Continue to keep themselves mundane, bustle through their very oh-life-is-complicated problems. Dull, boring, dullllll. Dull, full, bull!

It's all very annoying. Life. The routine. The quiet. God, the lot of you... I would enjoy a good waltz before the dip. Maybe I would even let go? Plop! Gurgle!

[ A laugh, scratching at the audio until it cuts off, just for a moment. ]

My, that was very rude.

It was very mean of me, you know? Leaving him in the pool. Christ, he just wouldn't shut up. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. He just laughed and I just wanted to...

You know. And I did. Good. Cute, but the clingy type. I mean, who even wears a scarf at a pool party? Ri-di-cu-lous.

[ A sting of irritation sways in the mysterious voice. Something about to snap until both hands clasp together, the start of a new topic: ]

This is the point I ask: "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

( ooc: Moriarty is a little cray cray atm!

Hit me up on Plurk or PM if you want to go over something, like those special few who are able to connect that it's THAT GUY FROM THE JUMP!!!

And go crazy trying to find the source~ Attention is adored!
)
 
 
15 October 2012 @ 01:37 pm
[ The feed clicks on. +1 Rosella, looking blankly at the screen. It's actually a pretty lengthy beat, though it's more thoughtful than that thousand yard stare might suggest. Considering who this is, though... Not always easy to tell. The camera is centered to a perfect frame of her shoulder-up and while the lights are dim, there's probably only a very small handful of people who, you know. Start out their feeds that quasi-ominously.

The silence is quickly replaced by a sharp frown. It's a little jarring, to see such an aggressive expression on a previously empty face.
]

As operational parameters are different here, I have a personal query for operatives and competent civilians, new or old. Do you consider the previous mission history of either myself or others relevant in our new enviroment?
 
 
11 October 2012 @ 05:38 pm
Remarkable, really, although a touch pathetic. I've been here for awhile now and every month, it's the same. The warnings, the doling out information, the cry for the importance of council and laws and rules. You all claim to be on the same page, but it doesn't change the fact that your utopia will not exist.

The lines have been drawn already. I'm certain most of you under the watchful eyes of Senator Petrelli and his good intentions haven't seen them, but they're there. All this public information, but how much more is being kept? Secrets hidden away, meant to protect the delicate sensibilities of the entire ship that might be helpful to know. I'm certain the thought has crossed your mind. What aren't they telling us?

Someone slanders the good name of a man you all may or may not respect and his immediate reaction is to continue to ask us to stand together and don't believe the lies or what's being said to drive us apart, but we already know where we'll stand and I sincerely doubt it will be together. Too many conflicting opinions, too many desires. Gossip is little to the resentment already brewing.

In fact, the only way we're not going to devolve into separate factions either fighting or tolerating each other is if we become like our friends on Strela.

And we wouldn't want that, would we?

Just a thought.

ENCRYPTED 100%
NON-ANONYMOUS PINGS TO 003 » 179, 007 » 045, 002 » 125

I'm going to assume that you three of no intention of playing along with the ship's so-called concept of law and order. I'm also certain that you know other like-minded individuals. Included in this message is a pass code that will allow you to bypass this encryption. If you'd be so kind to pass it along to those you can safely assume won't report the lot of us.

Ideally, we can discuss what's to be done to make our situation... a bit more bearable, while everyone else is struggling to do whatever it is they do here.
 
 
06 October 2012 @ 01:37 am
[She knows there are kids on board but Bela doesn't give a damn at the moment as she texts:]

Just when I thought this place couldn't get any more fucked up.


Private text to medical personnel. Encrypted.

I need sleeping pills. How do I go about acquiring some?

Please.
 
 
because everyone's my friend in New York City and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty the streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see but the best thing about New York City is you and me | pre-post narrative )

[ V I D E O ]


Turn that shit off, Caffrey.

[ there's a clunk, a clink of glass against glass and the feed shakes a moment before settling on keller, who looks less than pleased, frowning at neal over the rim of his glass.]

No, no, you kept complaining. 'Culture, Neal'. [ his imitation of keller's accent is still spot on while drunk, thank you kindly.

...not that he's drunk. no, he's... mildly inebriated.

(he’s drunk. as shit, to be specific. to the point of mussed hair.) ]
'Nobody's got any goddamn culture on this boat,' you said.

So we’re gonna give them culture, your face isn't that special. Hide and seek is over.


[ it’s probably a sin to snort into wine this good, but keller does it anyway, which neal seems to take as a challenge. ]

It was the schooner Hesperus that sailed the wintery sea; and the skipper--

Longfellow? That's what you're opening with? [ to be fair, keller would have said this about anything neal picked. ] Loosen up, Caffrey. Go with something more like--

There was a young man from Peru
Who fell asleep in his canoe
While dreaming of Venus
He whipped out his penis
And woke up with a handful of goo.


[ smug, thy name is keller. who reaches over the comm to get at the bottle of wine, clearly assuming victory is his. ]

...You're disgusting, you know that? [ neal wrinkles his nose and takes a drink right from his newly grabbed back bottle of much too good for this treatment wine, his sober self is wincing somewhere inside. ] This is why rich women like me better and you know too many strippers. I'm only saying, one of us landed a princess and the other one only got to help him run away from her nice babysitters with guns.

[ seriously you two what the hell. there are probably kids watching what would edgeworth say.

...oh. oh. actually-- what would edgeworth say?

neal grins, a little mischievously, and slings a conspiratorial arm around keller's shoulders then takes a long, fortifying swallow of wine. ]


Here, I’ll show you how to do it. Observe.

[ he clears his throat, because at heart neal is two things: an actor, true born, and a total douchebag, equally true born. ]

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, and you must not be abased to the other. [ it doesn't sound like a recitation; more a conversation, slightly sing-song and clearly long-memorized. ] Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, not words-- not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best.

[ he pauses, swallowing a little and taking a breath. ] Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning-- how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone; and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.

[ AND WITH A SEATED BOW FROM THE DISNEY PRINCE LOOKING JERK, CAFFREY AND KELLER IN THE MORNING EVENING MOTHERFUCKING OUT. ]



( ooc | blue is neal; grey keller. replies can come from either of them, etc. )