02 August 2013 @ 09:16 pm


IS THE WEED SAFE??

I'LL PROTECT THE WEED






BUT ON THE PLUS SIDE IF IT BURNS WE CAN STILL GET SOME USE OUT OF IT

whyY IS SO MUCH ON FIRE LATELY FUCKIN VELOCIRAPTOR SCREECH






no offense to ianto's dino just seemed like a good set of panic words




should i help i can get a bucket or smthing





[i am severely high rn]
 
 
 
 
24 July 2013 @ 07:53 pm
[ the girl and her wolf sit in front of their newest favorite spot in the ship: the windows in the shuttle bay. nymeria dozes next to her while arya stares at the thousands and thousands of stars. she had tried to count them and got as high as sixty-three before she got confused and had to start over. she only got to forty-seven the second time, but she didn't mind. she had time. ]

where are your favorite places to go on the ship
they have to be good places nothing stupid
i already know about the gardens and the bar so i do not care for that


[ before anyone (scotty) says anything: ] i finished all my work and i am not asking for more

[ and before anyone else (robb) sticks his face in: ] no place that would get me in trouble

[ yes good—wait. ]

thank you

[ perfect. no one can say she wasn't polite. ]

LOCKED to Bran
[ for him, she switches to an audio feed. ]

Do you want to do something?
 
 
so hey, honesty & philosophy hour

if it's true what they say, and none of us remember our time here after we've left

are we even really here?

what i mean is, does it matter what we do here if we don't remember it?
 
 
16 June 2013 @ 08:15 pm
[Let it be known, Marty drops his comm before he finds a body - there's a sharp clanging noise as it bleeps on video, recording a muffled, panicked voice as the video points to the ceiling--]

 Hoooly shit -- holy shit, holy shit.

[There's the sound of feet scuffling, a soft plunk of something liquid being displaced, shoes squeaking. All the while, the nasally mantra of curse words and mumbled confusion continues for a little bit.]

Hey--are you--??

He's dead -- jesus. [A deep breath.] Awww maaan... Sorry, dude, that blows.

[Suddenly the device is picked up, showing Marty's confused face; it's video? He looks back, swallows hard, places his gun out of camera back into his belt as the screen catches what appears to be blood and a man's leg in the corner of the screen, in said man's passenger room. That would be Manfred Von Karma. Marty had stumbled upon his corpse, and it's all history from there.]

Aaaahm -- there's. Uh. There's a fuckin' dead guy up here; he like, just died. There's no pulse or anything, I checked, but I don't think -- he hasn't been dead for a long time. Maybe we should lock our doors? Everybody should probably go inside their rooms? Who the hell do I talk to about this?

[He seems thoroughly disgusted by his knee, looking up, exasperation and anxiety bleeding together.

Not quite as panicked as he could be; he's been around some fucked shit. But still -- this is bad. This is really bad.]


Gaaaaah, I touched blood. Fuck. Sorry.

((OOC: Part of Edgeworth's murder mystery plot! See post 1 and post 2 in the ooc comm for details. Marty's gonna be taken in and questioned as a possible key suspect in the crime until Edgeworth steps in to 'confess', don't mind him. People who might find him on the scene are totally okay for action instead of video, or whatever.))
 
 
13 May 2013 @ 06:50 pm
[ the video feed flickers on, showing a face peering way, way too close into the camera, squinting at it curiously. it takes jion a moment to realize that it's recording and pull back, gingerly moving his hands away from where he's set the device down on a table and sitting back in his chair. he smiles at the camera, but his smile has the distinct edge of something nervous and awkward about it. ]

Uh. Hi! It seemed like saying somewhere here was the proper thing to do, so I thought I should do it. Um -- [ a pause as he looks off to the side, as if he's been taking notes on what to say. ] I'm Jion. I'm a combat medic, though I was on leave right before I ended up here. So, I guess that was pretty funny timing?

[ a somewhat nervous laugh before he continues. ]

But uh, I'm pretty boring.

And I was more interested in -- . Like, I heard we're in space, and this is a spaceship and all, and I heard that there're othe -- uh, that there's people here who aren't just normal humans?

[ he sounds a little more excited now, sitting forward to look into the camera with great anticipation. he almost seems jittery at the prospect of non-humans being here. ]

An' I think that's so cool! I don't want to be rude or anything, but I really wanna know more about that. Uh, if anyone wants to talk about it, I mean! I'd appreciate that a lot.
 
 
02 May 2013 @ 07:23 pm
piracy now isn't so different from piracy as i knew it centuries ago

at the end of the day it doesn't matter a bit how the technology has changed as long as your motivations are the same: money, a misguided sense of yourself and the universe, or if you've simply got problems controlling your impulses.

the sorry bit of it is that when one involves oneself in a dangerous occupation there are often unpleasant consequences. those who live in violence will likely meet a violent end and that's that

i realise aside from the bare essentials the contrasts are exceedingly stark but i can't help but be caught in nostalgia especially after having been lost on this accursed floating deathtrap for God knows how long. weeks i assume

if only i could stand on the deck of a rolling ship and feel the spray of water and the breath of wind that hasn't been recycled and pumped from hand-crafted gardens. recent events have made me feel more at home and yet

there is no natural place for a country to be but on his or her own landmass

i therefore should not be adrift in space

and i do not belong here.
 
 
02 May 2013 @ 12:53 am
[When the camera turns on, Marty's adjusting it before plopping down in a seat clumsily (grumbling 'fuckin' jelly legs' or something to that effect); he's got dust and oil on him, a little toil and trouble with the clean-up assistance he's been performing on the Tranquility (after pilfering a gun from the Scylla, of course). He's bone-tired and there's a bit of sweat on his brow, but in that weariness he finds temporary redirection from the shitty stuff. He's noticed, of course, people fighting plenty. People looking very tense and unhappy. The halls are even quieter, somehow. And he doesn't fuckin' like it, not one bit. Now, he's not particularly attached to this ship--duh, he's only been here a month and it's a horrible place on top of it--but like hell does he enjoy misery as company. That saying can just go shove it.

I mean, he's barely even smoking it up, lately. In fact, he's stone cold normal right now and empty-handed. They're just clasped in front of him as he leans into his knees.]


You know what I need? A break. A cigarette break, but with more words 'n shit. We've been working our asses off. Keep up the fantastic work, and all that jazz, but how about something else for a second? Juuust a second. I know we've all been stressed out, what with the pirates and the freaky-ass murdering specter captains and the--uh--ship clamped on us like a tumor. So just... Hey, I haven't--really indulged in the fact that we're all from every corner of time and space and universes and all that cool sci-fi stuff.

[He licks his lips as he considers what to say, hands motioning in front of him like he's trying to catch his own thoughts.]

You guys, we have all kinds of worlds on board! Tell me some cool shit about your world. Or about you. Whatever. Can I get some cool facts? Some jokes? Stories? Hell, it doesn't even have to be anything outside of good ol' planet Earth. Or even directed at me. No serious or traumatic stuff needed, just... stuff. Hell, if you're a connoisseur of movies or you have a thing for panda facts or you wanna tell a story about your crazy family reunions.

[He suddenly seems a little more excited, a little less tired, shifting in his seat.]

This entry is now Marty's Share Fair. I'm stuck on a funky space ship and all, so I might as well know more than the bleak stuff.

....

Just don't pull a TMI, okay? I'm sure everyone sees enough floppy nethers after each jump. We don't need to know anything about them other that the promise that you'll find a towel posthaste. Thank you in advance.

(ooc: threadjacking heavily encouraged! it'd be fun to have people find common interests or things to relate to, and I just wanted a kinda free-for-all for the S.S. Solemn Worrywarts)
 
 
28 April 2013 @ 03:12 pm
[and now in a break from your pirate-related problems, have a return to the other horrors the tq holds. the feed opens on an up-angled shot of two figures. there’s a soft beep that comes from closer to the camera; a sign that a certain droid has finally managed to find a stable network signal. with the alert given, one of the two figures comes to a halt, reaching a hand out to stop the other.

there’s a momentary flicker of the feed, before the scene becomes clearer. just enough to reveal the identity of the two figures. yes, that’s an elusive wichita you see, tq. surprise?]


-- Is it on? [ she laughs before she even hears the affirmative beep from R2, her voice rougher than it normally is, but she doesn’t care. she’s too relieved, too grateful for being found, to put much thought into how off she sounds, and probably looks. three weeks without any human contact has left her feeling a litt-- severely off anyway, so it’s appropriate. she’s a grimy, sweaty mess, dark circles under her eyes, but she’s smiling. kind of. so maybe she’s alright? ] Need to find Mrs. O’Leary. Ran away, silly mutt. Ran away for help, but then she couldn’t find me again. Poor puppy. [ aaaand now she’s frowning at the thought of Mrs. O’Leary wandering the ship alone. and she’s maybe possibly gripping Anakin by the shoulder now, bruised up fingers bunched in the material there, despite her earlier protests of wanting any help walking at all ]

We’ll find her. Or she’ll find us. Don’t worry. [it’s a quiet side comment, directed solely toward wichita. he still isn’t particularly used to this whole “friendship” idea, not after his last attempts. but he knows enough to realize it’s his duty here to try and keep her calm. it’s something that may have been easier to do if he knew her better in the first place.

back to the camera again, and anakin frowns a little. he knows about the pirates; obi-wan had made sure of that. but he doesn’t know whether or not they’re still around. they haven’t had an opportunity till now to make contact with the rest of the ship’s residents since finding wichita.]


We are heading towards the medical bay. [wichita doesn’t get a choice about that one. with his supplies having long since been lost to the jaws of a manticore, he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to check wichita over. all he’s had to go on is the force, and the force is telling him to get her out of there. now.] If it’s safe enough for somebody to meet us there... [well, do.]

No, I don’t want to go to medical, I d- [ don’t need to go to medical was supposed to be the rest of that sentence. but instead she finds the words caught in her throat, like maybe she has to hiccup. or burp. she can’t tell. she huffs, annoyed, but then shakes her head, dismissing it. probably for the best, since she’s just whining like a child. ] I just want a drink, that’s all. Somebody get me a- [ whoa there, floor, who told you to move like that. ] - get me a drink. [ aaaand now she’ll drop to one knee, her free hand moving up to press against her eyes. nnh, her head is pounding- ] Shut it off, Artoo, just-

[ click. ]



[ ooc: wichita's blue-font, anakin's black-font. so thanks to Artoo and Anakin, Wichita's back! any replies from here on out will be voice replies, and if you text them, just specify which comm you want it to be sent to. thankies! ]
 
 
19 April 2013 @ 02:43 pm
[The feed crackles on to show a man leaning in close to the camera over some kind of console. Everything about him seems dry and harsh, from the lines of his features to the colour of his eyes, like too much sun and dust has sapped all the softness out of him. And his voice — when he finally speaks after a long moment of simply looking silently at the camera — is a light, husky tone, rough-edged.]

Tranquility. [A pause.] I am Felix Laurens, I am captain of the Scylla. My crew and I are boarding this vessel. We will take what we want from it, and then we will leave.

[A very long pause, where he seems to be considering something, looking at the camera silently.]

Keep out of our way and you won't be harmed.

[And with that, he's done with the message. He turns and walks away from the camera, revealing a view of the room behind him — though much smaller and less well-kept, it's a clear match to the shuttle bay. Part of a blonde head ducks into view after Laurens finishes speaking, clearly trying to find the 'off' switch for the console.]

Did he just—every time. Every fucking time.

[That remark garners him a bony elbow to the ribs, sneaking in from just out of sight to jab hard at his exposed side, voice quiet but still impatient.] Shut up. [Extending her arm out a little more to jab at the console, Hayes severs the transmission.]
 
 
10 April 2013 @ 09:56 am
[Simon's not exactly used to filming himself, but the video is still perfectly centered when he begins. He sits down, briefly returning to that old habit of making sure that his bangs are swept perfectly to one side before he starts to speak.]

[His orange jumpsuit hangs in the background. He’s wearing the generic ship one because it's cool. ...If you're Simon, it's cool.]

I've been aboard this spaceship for two days now. So far I've heard a lot of what to do and what not to do. But can anyone tell me why I was chosen?

[Simon glances about nervously, but his eyes are glossy with excitement when he looks back.]

I'd also like to know if there are any extraterrestrials on board. Like in Star Voyage 13.

[Yeah, he has the box set of 1 through 12 too.]

I-I mean you no harm, I've just always wanted to meet one.
 
 
 
12 March 2013 @ 10:42 am
Well, hey there folks.

[The Mayor sits in his room, smiling cheerfully down at his communicator. He's a nice-looking man with a friendly voice and a kindly demeanor.]

Wow - what an adventure, huh? [He raises a hand to forestall arguments.] Now, before anyone gets mad at me, I'm not saying, "Gee, it's great to be here." I've got plenty to get back to - heck, I'm the mayor of the greatest city there is, and I don't want it to have to get along without me! But that doesn't make this anything less than an adventure, and I say even if we're mad or sad or something we still make the best of it.

So let's start out with introductions! "We all already know each other," you're probably all groaning, and I say to that, settle down, let me catch up a little. I'm Mayor Richard Wilkins of Sunnydale. And I'm really glad to meet each and every one of you, and I'm looking forward to having more adventures with you all!

And now it's your turn. Be nice to me, and step forward and tell me your name and what you do here.
 
 
[ she did not often use this device. it is distasteful still, no matter how long she's been here now. no matter how long she will be here.

but she is aware that certain things needed to be said. there's a tremor to her hands that no one will be able to see, but she feels and it's enough to unnerve and unsettle.

aithusa was here. she was here. her ally, her friend. and it brought excitement. and pain.

the feed pans to the gardens, before stopping on morgana. her hair is in disarray as usual, black dress and pale skin. but normally tired eyes have a sharpness to them again, and fix the device with a hard stare.
] This place does little to cease its torments, it has no right -

[ there's a rumble, throaty and slight, beside her, off screen. she glances briefly down. she was glad to see the creature, but she was just as equally angry. this ship had no right. if she was subjected to its whims, it did not mean this poor, deformed dragon had to be, as well. she straightens though, composure unwavering whilst on display. ]

I will say this once. In the Gardens, there is a dragon. She is my ally - [ there's an emphasis to the word. ] - And is not to be touched. Not to be harmed.

You will not want to know what will follow if my words are not listened to. [ it's a threat, and she doesn't care how subtle - or otherwise - it sounds. in her world, where she should still be, morgana would have thought hard before announcing such. but here…well, the gardens were only so big. sooner or later aithusa would be noticed.

best all who listen be aware of it now.
] I trust I am understood.

[ authority, unquestionable and final, and the feed ends. ]

[ action; if anyone would like, she is in the gardens, found with this dragon. ]
 
 
02 March 2013 @ 12:18 am
You poor things, I worry so much.

Tell me what you see.

-S.


[ It's been a long, long time, Tranquility. Maybe it's time to test the waters againespecially important for a man who is so 'hush-hush,' but it's left to you to determine if this holds any meaning. So much time, so much silence ( what exactly could be done in that time? ). It scratches at the nerves, doesn't it?

What do you think?
]
 
 
[ the feed opens on two pairs of feet; one large, one smaller. then jenna's voice comes through. ]

Tell you what. I'm going to leave you here, with this broadcasting-- [ the shot jerks a little, exposing an empty and spotless kitchen. ] and that way you can have something to talk to while I try and figure out where we are right now. I'll be back in a flash, you've seen how fast I can move now, and you know I'll hear you. Okay?

[ not waiting for an answer, jenna presses her comm into desmond’s hand and brings it up a little, so his chest is in frame, squeezing his shoulder with her other hand. ] I'll be right back, I promise.

Right. [Desmond sounds... Well shellshocked and crazy pretty much covers it. You can hear him swallow in that sort of pained, half-panting way, like he's out of breath and can't quite manage to calm himself down.] Assuming anyone's still out there, yeah? [He might be talking to Jenna, but she’s already gone. The comm shifts violently, flashing to Desmond’s face for only a half second (long enough to see he has both eyes and doesn't seem to be missing anything vital) and then to the ceiling and then back to the floor.] I don't understand what more it wants from me. Three bloody years of my life, pushing a damned button wasn't enough. I've been to the heart. I saw the light again. It was supposed to put me back. It was supposed to- [The camera swings by so fast you can easily tell that Desmond was gearing up to smash it against the nearest wall before-]

--whoa whoa, hey. Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. Des? Desmond? [ she crouches down, taking the comm back into her own hands and setting it on the counter, where it films the tops of their heads for the moment. ] We're fine, look. We're even back in the main part of the ship, so that trek back is cancelled. I'm--

[ she pauses, hand reaching up into the picture again as she reaches for the comm, setting in on her upraised knees so it's more or less centered on the two of them, looking a whole lot worse for the wear. ]

If someone could prove big brother is always watching and figure out what floor we're on for me, that would be great. Who needs civil liberties, anyway? --don't get any extra ideas, Nathan. [ there's a tinge of forced, unnatural cheer to her tone, and her gaze darts over to desmond every few moments as if she needs to make sure he's there and fine. ] And maybe whoever pulls rescue duty, bring him something with a lot of sugar in it? That would be great.

[Desmond rubs his face, weary.] Someone tell Tyke I found what I was lookin' for, yeah? It's all true.

[ she inhales, about to add something else; then she shakes her head, lips pressed together in a tired line and jabs the off button. ]



( ooc | they're on floor thirty eight, where they were dumped after being rescued by ward from some Seriously Bad Metaplot Shit. colors for ease: jenna and desmond. )
 
 
[ Jaye doesn't usually use text, and she almost never capitalizes anything, much less nothing but capslock. Still, she's not using audio or video right now because the current situation is, to be quite honest, more than upsetting and she doesn't want whoever Did It to know just how much she's bothered. ]

WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS TOOK MY CHICKEN

I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL RIP YOU INTO PIECES IF YOU DO NOT GIVE HER BACK, ALIVE AND UNHARMED

DO YOU HEAR ME I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU

and none of you are getting milk and eggs until i find out!!!!!!!!!!

and before anyone asks she was in a coop with the others and now she isn't and there is blood on the ground and feathers and i can't catch a decent scent

NOW SOMEONE GIVE HER BACK


[ locked to ALARIC & TONY ]
also jenna went exploring with desmond. i was supposed to tell you. yell at them not me because i am not in the mood

((ooc: JIM MORIARTY IS A BAD MAN and had the chicken killed via Moran everyone throw rocks at them))
 
 
21 January 2013 @ 08:13 pm
[ There is a naked, brightly glowing blue man standing a short distance away from where his comm device is holding steady in the air. He’s hardly bothered by the fact that he’s naked... nor does he look as if he’s bothered by, well, much of anything. ]

It has become clear to me that, while I am entirely capable of moving my own matter both through time and space, I have been moved into a plane that has hindered this ability. I have found that i’m unable to manipulate my own particles to the extent that I have become accustomed to. It seems that this is not true in all instances, however. [ His tone indicates a shrug might go here, but he doesn’t move an inch. ] I was not able to foresee this event, likely a cause of whatever is altering my intrinsic field.

[ Jon almost sighs, almost looks dejected, but mostly looks nothing too terribly different. ]

While I am aware that this is possible, I have yet to understand exactly how it’s occurring. Once I have, however, I intend to stop it. I have begun research in the science department for this reason only. [ Still as blase as ever. ]

I am curious, however, as to how this plane affects the atoms of others. It can only serve to further advance my own research if I understand how other particles have proven to react in such a place. [ He tips his head slightly, curiously, and then proceeds to wait for his answers. ]
 
 
19 January 2013 @ 06:40 pm
[ There's a cowboy on the ship.

Well, cowboy isn't an accurate term – Jake Lonergan doesn't herd cows for a living. In fact, he used to rob people for a living, but he only knows that through seeing his face on a wanted poster and people saying they know him and little fragments of memories. Either way, “outlaw” is a better technical fit than “cowboy”… but he’ll take cowboy if he has to, if it means not explaining that he’s an outlaw.

Either way, he’s on the ship, and in front of him is a shot of whiskey – and next to it, a newly opened bottle of whiskey. His hat’s down low and he doesn't say anything for a moment before his head lifts a little, just enough for bright blue eyes to peer out at the camera and for him to speak, voice low and somehow dusty. ]


Free shot to the first person who can tell me somethin' interesting or useful that wasn't in all that reading.

[ There's a pause as a border collie noses its head up and Jake scratches it behind the ears. ] Nathan, your definition of interesting doesn't necessarily count.