17 October 2013 @ 07:18 pm
[This will be one of the few times he ever uses video, but he does so intentionally, hoping that it might help whoever's ended up on his half of this deal - because if he's learned anything in the past few days from paying attention to everyone else, it seems that when someone has someone else's memory, the reverse is also true.

And this memory, man, seriously. What the hell.]


Hey. There someone on this ship named Juliana?
 
 
17 October 2013 @ 12:09 am
I made something.

[ Jaye sounds delighted about this, even as the camera pans to show a crude wood carving of a coyote. It has quite the smile. ]

It's not quite my trickster, but there is a trickster here.

[ One finger taps the top of the wooden coyote's head. ]

We're seeing things; you might have noticed. Whatever you see of mine -- I don't think you'll like it.
 
 
02 September 2013 @ 06:43 pm
So as you all know, that space station had a bunch a' pretty nice stuff on it. Me an' Lilith here [and here the camera points at her briefly, while she organizes a number of different things from the Cyllene so they're all set out nicely] went through the trouble of gatherin' a lotta it all up for you guys, so you didn't have to - smart, I gotta say, if you stuck around here, 'cause I hear that thing got kinda dangerous if you stuck around.

So if you're one a' the ones who stayed here, or if you went an' didn't get what you wanted, we have the following for sale or trade:

[And here, the camera turns from his face to an array of items laid out on his bed, which the video pans over as he mentions each one:]

Three tubes of lotion, smells kinda tropical I guess;
Two sets of makeup;
Two rolls of the softest damn toilet paper you've ever touched;
Four bars of some kinda fancy olive oil soap;
Two men's an' two women's outfits - I know you all need new clothes, I see you all every day an' lemme tell you, you need somethin' new to wear;
Five packages of coffee from someplace I've never heard of, looks exotic;
Five bars of some really rich dark chocolate;
Two jars of some kinda fruit jam;
An' ten little boxes of somethin' that'll get you pretty stoned.

You want any of it, you gotta pay up. We take payments in weapons an' the ammo that goes with 'em, alcohol that didn't come from the Tranquility's own stores, an' jewelry an' other priceless family heirlooms. You name your price; we'll tell you if it's good enough or not.

[Filtered to Jaye:]

Got somethin' for ya.
 
 
[The second level of the Gardens is in the background and Netherlands? Might as well be the personification of so done with this shit instead, right now, and when he speaks his voice is tight, not tired.]

There's another goddamned dinosaur here.

[His lips thin, and the next part of the rant is way off-script but like he cares. So done.]

The Gardens aren't the ship's fucking playground. They grow food. Make oxygen. Filter the water. Air, and shit. It does not have to house all of your goddamned pets, or be your living room, or test area, or vacation, or - whatever the hell you think it is. It's a pain in the ass to take care of. Without half of you treating it like it's your right to take advantage of and then leave for the department to clean up. The department isn't big. There's four levels and kilometers of produce to take care of. We'd be too fucking overworked even if you assholes didn't tear up the place whenever you fucking felt like it.

[HUFF. He scowls and crosses his arms, and yeah, he's going to keep right on with the telling the entire ship how he really feels, in vividly pissy detail.]

Stop treating the gardens like they're yours. Because you all suck at owning shit. [Well - a flicker, unsure.] Most of you, I mean.

[Yep and then he's back to business.]

If it doesn't stop, I'm finding a way to lock out anyone who isn't in the department.
 
 
 
29 July 2013 @ 03:00 pm
I have a question: does anyone else here have a camera? Like not a digital camera, and honest-to-goodness film camera? Has anyone processed photos on board before? Inquiring minds want to know if mine is the only one, or if anyone's noticed anything about the photos.

[Because that isn't suspicious at all]

On a similar vein, for people who are interested - I've got shots of a lot of strange corners of the ship. Including the murals and the labs, I know you can go down there and look yourselves but I figure on board this place, I should probably get documentation. I'm kind of looking for someone willing to help me out with glass frames - I don't have any knowledge of glassworks or glassblowing so seriously, anyone who can get me that kind of thing, I'd be in your debt.
 
 
20 July 2013 @ 12:17 am
[No Octopus suit for you this time, Tranquility. Instead, LB is in her typical silver plug suit looking down at the communicator, set on her bed. Hell yes, she was bored, but at this point, she was smart enough to not explore very far without supervision -- and supervision would make it all pointless anyway.

But hey, it's been a while since she's said anything on the network anyway -- odd, considering she felt more at ease on the network than dealing directly with people -- might as well have a little fun with it.]

Heheheh...
so I've been here probably about a year? [Because with everyone apparently missing a jump, who knows how much time had really passed.] But I still never really get used to how peaceful this place is, compared to where I came from.

[Yes, really.]

That got me thinking, though. In my world, nearly every soldier was named after an animal their superiors felt represented them. Like -- eheheh -- someone who was swift and efficient might be called "Eagle" or someone who eats a lot would be called "Pig". Or if you were a really useful, sometimes they'd add something you're famous for before your title. Like, uh, Sniper Wolf and Vulcan Raven were legendary soldiers, were I was from. And me? I somehow got two with Laughing Octopus and Laughing Beauty.

[Her shoulders raise up in a shrug.] Don't ask me why they thought the second name was necessary -- eeheehee -- I'm not really sure myself.

But, anyway! If you had to choose your own name, what do you think they'd choose for you?

[LB sometimes liked to think of names for other people she knew, but she might as well open the floor to everyone else; get to know more people in the process.]
 
 
14 July 2013 @ 01:55 pm
[Video is new for her. She prefers to opt for audio, but there's a book she needs to show you, Tranquility. A very important book. She's holding a hefty book with the title Bunkers and Badasses embossed on the front and she flips through some of the pages while she talks to show off what's inside. Some contain stats for monsters and classes and other such rules and figures you need to hold a fine roleplaying game.]

So, I got this book the last jump. It's a game I used to play a lot when I was younger. You make a character and play them out in a story that the Bunker Master leads you and other players through. So, you're given a setting and quest and get to decide what you want to do with it.

[Yeah, she knows how nerdy this sounds, but dammit, she wants to play. She sets the book down, so her face isn't obstructed by it anymore as she makes her request.]

I'm working on a campaign for it, but I need players, dice, and paper to make this work. Who's in or willing to share?
 
 
09 July 2013 @ 02:27 pm
So, is there anyone on the ship here who just happens to have an apple press, on the off chance?

Or more likely, does anyone here wanna help me make one? 'Cause I'm no carpenter, but I'll lend a hand, an' a good share of the cider when it's done. Or applejack, if that's more your style. I'm flexible.
 
 
So our new friend number nineteen there, Joe, says he might recognize the stars out here if we can get 'im a view of the sky. I know there's a bunch a' you here with some unusual abilities - anyone got somethin' to let him see outta the ship?

[He chuckles quietly, then:]

Or hell, if anyone wants to go knock on the door to the bridge an' see if anyone's home, maybe Ward'll be so happy to see his new guest from Pasiphae he'll be willin' to make a deal.
 
 
[ joe's not so much ill at ease on camera as he is just happier off, and the lack of desire to throw his metaphorical hat in to this particular ring bleeds through into his slumped posture. he's got his actual hat off and set to the side, because this calls for company manners which means your nicest flannel and no hat, as you do. ]

Name's Joe Davis, based outta Pernambuco. [ a beat. ] That's just about on the far edge of the farms on Pasiphae, right. [ since as it's been made abundantly clear, he's the only one who knows that sort of thing off-hand. ]

Nobody's wanted to tell me too much, but I get the sense something about this whole thing makes me look dangerous. And I understand that, and whatever questions you gotta ask I'm ready to answer them. [ in part because there's only one of him and a lot of everybody else and it's the smart call, but that can go unsaid. ] I guess I just wanted to say this is all new and confusing to me, too, and seeing as I'd rather not end up pistol whipped, if it's all the same to everybody-- [ yeah, dean, he saw that-- ] I figured maybe I'd make the first move, since it's seeming like maybe I've landed in a tight spot without meaning to here.

[ he looks down, rubbing at the back of his neck with a thumb, a little uncomfortable. ]

I'm not much for speeches, but it seemed like the thing to do-- think that's about it, anyway.

[ and with that, he's out. ]
 
 
[ There is white and red and black, bone and blood and rotting flesh, when the camera first blinks on. Some fiddling, dirty fingers tapping at the lens then pulling it back reveals that the rot is not a human passenger but bovine; the cow that has been on board since Strela, effectively smashed by the jump by all appearance, but rotted already -- rotted for months, by the look of it. (For a year, its owner will tell you, and forensic analysis will back up her story.)

More fiddling, those filthy fingers and long strands of dirty golden-blonde hair (falling, from the looks of things, coming out in chunks and joining the cow on the floor of the ship) covering the lens until Jaye can look into the screen properly. Once again, she looks like a mess. It's worse, this time. Worse physically and mentally, and it's easy to tell by how she interacts with the camera, slides her thumb up over the lens and bobs her head like a bird. It's almost like she can't quite remember what she's supposed to do. ]


I heard voices, [ she starts, voice a hoarse, scratchy mess. Unlike last time she doesn't try to save it, pushes on as if she's talking to herself and her dead cow and not anyone who's listening. ] Are you back? It's been so long. I didn't mean to leave -- I couldn't get there. I was so close and just like him, just couldn't get there. The halls just kept going and then the ship screamed and I had to change before I did, too.

[ She shifts onto her haunches, rocking back and forth, not looking at the camera -- looking around instead, taking in how things look with eyes that aren't the compound eyes of an insect. One hand moves up to move some hair behind an ear and the hair simply falls down in strands, leaving a patch of bare scalp behind on her head. ] It was red again. Red and angry, so angry, the whole time. I didn't mean to do it this time, I didn't -- but I figured it out. They're the same, aren't they? Exactly the same. Trickster and hero and villain all at once. "Fear not, I will help you."

[ There's a laugh, then a sob, then both at once. ]

Don't be mad. A year isn't forty. Just-Like-Creator took the flesh and threw it over the land, and there grew the tribes of men.

[ One hand reaches for the skull of the cow, for the rot covering it, and draws. :) ]

((ooc: Explanation over here!))
 
 
24 May 2013 @ 04:18 pm
[He doesn't often get on the network like this. Responding to things, sure, but he doesn't generally have a reason to put himself out there like this. But he needs something to do now that the fledglings are independent. For those who've been around him the last month or so, he's looking better--more color to his face, definitely sleeping and eating more.]

I am Thranduil Oropherion. [Not my name is because Oropherion isn't a name, just a way of sticking out less in a crowd of Firstname Lastnames as opposed to saying son of Oropher and spurring more questions about how does he keep track of who he is without a last name.]

The number of you who have animals may be glad to know I am skilled in beast-lore and bird-lore. I would like to offer my services as such. If ever you believe something is wrong with your animal, or if they seem disturbed, ill, or uncomfortable, do not hesitate to ask for my help.

[Can't even offer his services without making it sound like a command. This isn't nearly as nostalgic as it should be. He's earned some nostalgia at this point.]

For my qualifications, I have done this a great number of years even for an elf, in three separate kingdoms. I am capable of quickly determining the problem and am an expert in their physical languages. ["I talk to animals."] If you wish for a reference, I have worked in this capacity for the lady Morgana these last two months. She might vouch for me.

[Not that he asked her to do so. Surprise!]

There are three young songbirds in the gardens now. Please do not disturb them.

Thank you for your time.
 
 
09 May 2013 @ 03:34 pm
 
I haven't spent a lot of time here, but I have noticed this trend people have. They get stressed out, and I don't blame them, and then they decide that it's okay to be nasty to each other?

Is it possible we all just stay calm and remember that there's such a thing as manners? For instance, I for one, am sorry I brought up pirates at all. Ever. Never again. I'll keep my big mouth shut.

I'm just saying that this is worse than living in a college dorm, it would really be helpful if we didn't antagonize each other just to prove how smart we are.

Also, who around here keeps pets? Is there a list? A ship manifest of animals? For the curious, really.
 
 
08 May 2013 @ 06:53 pm
[The video comes on, and without further ado...]

Many of you know me, many of you probably don't. My name is Ianto Jones, and I've been here since the first jump. That's about one and half years now, not counting the time spent in stasis. Back home, I worked for an organization called Torchwood in Cardiff, Wales, on Earth. We were tasked with monitoring a rift in time and space that ran through the city and deposited everything from space debris to living aliens directly on our doorstep. It's safe to say that I have some small experience with the extraterrestrial, many of whom look monstrous but are no better or worse than you or I. In fact, if I've learned anything, it's that the worst monsters aren't the ones who look frightening, they're the ones you least expect. They're the ones who look human, whether or not they really are.

In light of recent events, I thought it prudent to mention that. Many of you haven't been here long enough to remember, but our dear Captain has been implicated in a murder before. A man – a good man – nicknamed Hotspur, discovered a vital piece of information and sought out Ward and Resnik to ask them about it. He was mysteriously locked in a room during the subsequent jump, unable to get out and make it to the gravity couches where he would have been safe. He was able to send us a final message and share what he'd learned before he died horribly.

After Hotspur's death, a small group of us agreed that information needed to be found and shared, but kept from Ward and Resnik's prying eyes. We founded a loose-knit organization called Cambitas in order to share and distribute information anonymously. We started and maintained the information posts, but kept quiet about our identities for our own protection, something that some people took exception to. As it turns out, it was all a bloody useless waste of time anyway. Thanks to the pirates, we've now established that our encryptions are a joke. We can lock things away from each other, but Ward and Resnik have been able to see through us the whole time.

So consider this a coming out party. If we haven't been killed yet, we may as well open the lines of communication completely. The other members of Cambitas will introduce themselves or stay mum as they see fit. They know I'm doing this, but I'm not naming names unless they tell me to.

I've also attached the usual information post, but you'll find it's hopefully somewhat improved. We've been working on it, and plan to keep working on it. This is just step one. Please read it, and no we don't have a Cliffs Notes version. We've tried to make it as easy to navigate as possible. If you have questions, ask. If you have anything to add, tell us. And I'm sorry we got rid of the flowers, but as attention-grabbing as they were, people predictably took the whole thing less seriously.

HELLO

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

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



[Locked from the Master for obvious reasons, visible to everyone else]
On a less official note, I'm calling a meeting of anyone who knows the Doctor or is familiar with Torchwood. In other words, those of you from the same world I'm from… or a similar one, at least. I keep running into you lot unexpectedly, and I think it's a good idea if we all introduce ourselves.
 
 
03 May 2013 @ 11:21 am
Couldn't imagine a friendlier welcome than getting attacked by space pirates. And here I thought this was going to be more the dinner show and buffet type of cruise. 

Guess that's why they call it the Tranquility.

Anyway, so I've got two questions:

The thing I don't get is-- we've been kidnapped from our... worlds, but where are we going exactly? They kind of forgot to put that on the brochure. [ that, and everything else. like why they need to kidnap someone in the middle of extremely important business ]   Not trying to sound ungrateful, because hey, I'm in space.  Fulfilling the fantasy of every 10 year old kid. Still, it would've been nice if they'd let me clear my schedule first.

And number #2: anyone looking for a bartender?
 
 
10 April 2013 @ 05:17 pm
[ when the feed comes on, the first thing you'll notice is a head of curly blonde hair, extremely messy, and a hand running through it. Annabeth's currently looking down at something, unable to look at the feed just yet. Probably in fear of not being able to keep her voice stable when she finally starts speaking. ]

If anyone has seen Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan or Wichita since the jump...can you just. Get them to contact me? Or come find me? Or tell me where you saw them? I'll have my device on me at all times, but for some reason I can't connect to Percy’s and Luke’s and I think it’s connecting to Wichita’s but she’s not answering and I don't know if it's just the ship or...

[ she trails off momentarily, needing that half a second to take a breath and drop her hand, lift her head to the feed. She looks exhausted, like she hasn't sleep in days (not since the jump) and a little on edge. Her eyes, normally a much lighter grey, have taken to something like a dark cloud. Like the chaos that comes with a thunder storm. Her jaw is set, determined, but there's something a little off about her. A little dark. ]

I also need to know if there is any way to know, for sure, when someone goes home, and isn't just lost on the ship. Not theories, but facts, if there is a way to check that kind of thing.

[ She swallows, hard, but continues – eyes never leaving the camera. ]

Also, I wanted to know what happens when you die. Here. On board. I'm not interested in ideas on the afterlife and all that [ she made the mistake already of asking people about their beliefs once before, not again ] but more so if you die, does your body remain here? And if you have more to do, back home, does that mean you never go back? Does your story just end, and your time both there and here is over?

I just…yeah.

[ there's a pause and then she nods, having said all she planned on saying, and she ends the feed. ]
 
 
[ for once, no one has to deal with faith and jaye's ridiculous mess of a room. instead the feed opens on faith's old room, which is dusty at worst. ]

Okay, so. Here's the thing-- no disrespect to fight club and all, I'm a fan. Sparring's cool for the little stuff, but it doesn't hit that real itch.

[ which would be killing, for all of you who don't speak crazy slayer. ]

So, here's what we got. Nerd wing overrun with those rat things, and looks like they're planning to just chill there for now. I'm thinking... fish with bitchin' teeth, barrel. Math's not all that hard.

Tyke already covered the general deal-- you wanna head out on your own good luck with that and mazel tov I guess, try not to bleed all over. Gets shit slippery, makes it a bitch for the rest of us. [ she shrugs one shoulder, rueful. it's true okay, geez. ] What I'm looking for is a hunting party. Fast and lean-- I got enough gear for me and maybe like three other people. Anybody who can bring their own shit to the table's welcome, but I get final call.

You wanna showboat and play hero, I got no use for you. And if you feel like you gotta prove your dick's the biggest skip the fight and just go ahead and whip it out right now, see what happens. Lonely in space, might get a couple takers for that. [ she grins, all teeth. ] All right, what else. You can't keep up, I don't need you. You can't take orders, I don't need you. You can't work nice with the other kids, I really don't need you. And no offense to the 101 crowd, but I'm not looking to babysit. You can't take care of yourself, don't need you either. Nothing personal.

I don't give a shit about attitude as long as you listen the fuck up, you stay low, and you don't get dead because that'd suck pretty hard for you. Plus then we gotta bring you back and if I bring back bodybags, boss lady's gonna get pissed and cut off my access to the party room and then I'm gonna get pissed. So no stupid moves, no dying, everybody's happy.

And if you wanna know why I'm in charge, other than 'cos I said so? [ she pans the camera over to the entirety of her weapons collection, a few clearly less high quality and more homemade blades joining the throng. ] Because they're my toys, and if you wanna play with them you have to ask nice.

[ she's such a delicate flower. ]

If you're down, we'll talk experience.



( ooc | depending on ic interest in actually going out, we can talk logs and/or handwaving etc. )
 
 
17 March 2013 @ 10:48 pm
[Lilith isn't one for long broadcasts and there isn't much of a delay between her communicator turning on and her speaking.]

I'll keep this short. I know there's some non-humans around here and people from thousands of years before I am. Has anyone heard of Eridians? Where I'm from, all we seem to have left of them are their glowing ruins and treasure.

I'll even take information about eridium or Sirens, if anyone has heard of those.
 
 
13 March 2013 @ 12:02 pm
Gotta question for you medical an' science types. Has anyone figured out what it is about those rat bites that makes 'em so dangerous, yet? I heard people got pretty sick. Seems worse than your average infection, by the sound of it.