01 May 2013 @ 08:22 pm
[...there's a second of white noise, because-- well, this is weird. It's like online chatrooms, which Mitchell has never been keen on, to say the least. One on one communication hasn't been so bad--better, actually, considering he's been mostly holed up in his room, avoiding human/werewolf contact. But, right--necessity--]

If people are going t' go through those tubes and get onto that other ship, do their phones keep on working? These devices, I mean. Do they go that far? If they do, and if this can be heard over there, I'm making a request. Space pirates had to have cigarettes on them, yeah, and I'm in need of cigarettes. Sanctioned looting can include a bit of personal stuff, yeah-- and it's sort of a, a desperate need. Please and thanks in advance.

[Like very desperate. Like the more he talks about it, the more strained his voice goes. Vampires with nicotine addictions, it's a hard life. A pause, then, he might finish there--but instead he sucks in a breath. Right. Normal.]

Actually, there's a lot of questions on how things work around here, and not all of it is out of our control. Like--so there's a cast of, what, a hundred plus of us, and we have t' trade for things that we need, if someone else has got them. But if you don't have anything t' trade, is it just-- begging for it? Hoping for a bit of Christian charity? Every man for himself? Not that I'd be much surprised by that one, given the... [Maybe it's better not to finish that one, in light of recent events, but given his low faith in humanity, and given his own recent exploints, none this is really all that surprising. So, wry once more:] ...given the situation.

[An awkward pause.]

Anyways. Thanks again.
 
 
28 April 2013 @ 10:39 pm
 
[He looks unusally grave as he addresses the network.]

Remus Lupin here. I think most of you know me. Er-- if not, well, there's your introduction. I've been on the ship for a number of months, and I've been noticing a few things.

Well, it's just-- we have fantastic organization when it comes to security and the medical bay, but we don't actually have any laws. And while we've been fortunate enough to have a peaceful crew and not need any yet-- any against stealing or, thank god, killing-- well, who knows what the next Jump will bring?

[Right. He takes a deep breath and scratches his nose, thinking for a few seconds before continuing.]

It's not just that I like rules and order-- although, frankly, that's part of the reason. But listen: without any sort of law in place, we have no real authority if and when a crime is committed. If someone kills someone else, what are we going to do? We can't rely on mob rule and what people think should be done-- god, that's how things disintegrate.

[He grimaces.]

What happened to the remaining pirates-- that cannot be allowed. What sort of society are we? We can't simply murder people because they attacked us! Keep them in the brig, yes, and we can discuss what should happen next, if they ought to be brought into the crew eventually under supervision, or kept there for life-- but we can't just slaughter them because we felt vaguely threatened. And if someone does-- as just happened-- then we need to punish them.

So with that in mind-- well, here, look at what I've written up. It's attached, I think I did it right-- and tell me what you think.

[A text document is attached. There's basic laws written out: against killing, stealing, embezzling, and so on and so forth. The punishments consist of being locked in the brig for a number of weeks, with some options for a sort of community service rehabilitation for lesser crimes.]
 
 
02 April 2013 @ 07:56 pm
[Should you pay attention to the background framing the very irate young woman, the familiar articles and furniture belonging to the residential cabins will come into view, but that's not very important now, neither is the unfortunate state of the cabin. You should focus on the scowl that refuses to fade on Alex's face as much as she tries to maintain her composure. In her fury, none of this managed to be filtered.]

You know, I have been really sensitive about whatever it is you called your "personal space", Hal. All the "I have a lot on my mind, really." bit and the "I'm not quite adapt at the civilized art of phone conversation, I'm afraid," shite. I was even starting to feel sorry for you. Worry, even! Should've known you were doing all this cocking distance thing so I wouldn't smell the pissin' blood on you.

[She holds a depleted blood bag for emphasis, shaking and pointing at it dramatically] Want to bet on how many I've earthed of those so far? Or did you leave any for the starving vampire children in Africa?

You're a twice dead man when I find you, erse. And don't think I won't be telling Tom about this. Shatter his poor little heart, it will.
 
 
25 January 2013 @ 10:24 pm
[ There's some white noise before Hal speaks, but it isn't hesitation this time. He's bored and indifferent, addressing this to the comms unit only as an afterthought. His voice is quiet, but it's not timid - it's carried by an easy confidence and a subtle aggression, though only if you're used to listening for that sort of thing. ]

What do you people do here? To raise morale. Therapy does not seem to be cutting it; this is a war zone. Crying about your feelings to someone without qualifications is hardly going to ease your burdens.

You rally and you hide in the tunnels as though you're waiting for Hitler to drop a bomb on your head, but this is not your home front, and you no longer have the luxury of calling yourselves civilians. Quiet reflections will do nothing to ease fear and tension when the enemy is at your door; you need something much bolder.

There is a reason soldiers so often resort to the excesses of alcohol and whores.

[ There's a distracted pause, and when he speaks again he sounds amused. ]

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of Hell, a hell of Heaven. Cheer up, all of you.
 
 
09 November 2012 @ 06:25 pm
[ There's some shuffling and static followed by a muffled curse - too quick and quiet to make out what, exactly - and then the feed settles down. For a few seconds too long, actually, because there's an awkward pause before someone finally starts speaking. ]

Greetings. [ It's a soft-spoken but firm English accent, and the somber tone is only slightly offset by frustration with the device. ] I would like to formally request information regarding this vessel's brig - its security, the level of transgression that requires one be locked up in it.

[ A pause, then slightly more reluctantly- ]

And games. Games that do not run on electricity. Chess, dominoes - if anything of that nature is available, I would like to borrow it. Books on real paper would also be sufficient. [ In case you're wondering, he's been holed up in his room and hasn't bothered to find the library. Nor has he figured out how to research information on the network, apparently. As far as he's concerned this is a regular phone and he's making a direct call to some kind of customer service. ]
 
 

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