[ jax is fiddling with his comm, tosses it down on the table after a moment while reaching for the cigarette tucked behind his ear. he looks subdued, shaky, but he visibly steadies himself. anderson is watching him, shoulders straight and expression calm. ]

Listen up, we got business to talk about. Anderson and me, we noticed gunnery needs bodies. Any of you who can shoot, think about stopping by. We could use you.

[ jax breaks off, ducking his head to light his cigarette. and with that introduction out of the way, anderson chimes in: ] If you can’t, but you would be willing to learn, we can teach you.

Never too late to learn your way around a gun, right? And Anderson here, she’ll teach you some self-defense hand-to-hand shit too, if you want.

[ she nods, confirming that. ] There seems to be a shortage in all departments, but if you are at all inclined to fight in order to protect not just yourself but others as well, stop by to talk to us. [ anderson is ever the idealist. jax snorts, blows out a stream of smoke. ]

Or if you just wanna learn to shoot, but you aren’t looking to join. We got nothing against giving some lessons. [ jax spins his lighter in his fingers, stops when he nearly drops it. he glances at anderson. ] You good?

[ smoking will kill you, anderson doesn’t say, raising her eyebrows. instead, she gives a sharp nod. ] Yes. [ and reaches over to the table to turn off the comm.

gunnery out, tranquility.
]

ooc | blue font is jax teller
 
 
18 November 2013 @ 03:59 pm
So, uhm. [clearing his throat. Guess what, he isn't drunk this time! Yeah! So he's just as shy as all hell instead.] There's... been talk about everybody coming clean, right? And - given what happened last month, with our memories and all - there's not really much of a point keeping secret. I think.

[He hopes there isn't a point. Pls.]

So, who... who here is a wolf? I don't mean werewolves - although they're perfectly okay! But I mean generally. Any kind of wolf.

[Insert silence.

Really long, awkward silence.]


... I'm a wolf.
 
 
06 November 2013 @ 03:45 pm
[Thankfully, for once, this isn't a security alert. Or maybe not so thankfully, because Taylor thinks she'd know how to deal with an incident like that way better than how she's been dealing with this one. The constant press of memories and invasion of privacy has left her tired, and while she looks (as usual) aggravated by something as she flicks the feed on, it seems just as dulled at the edges as when they were all suffering from insomnia.

But at least she doesn't have to talk much for this video.]


I just punched a wall.

[She holds her left hand up in demonstration, the skin on her middle knuckle split and bloody, the rest already starting to bloom red in early bruising. It's bad form, but she hadn't exactly wanted to take the time to wrap them, and lessening the pain would've defeated the point.]

If your hand hurts like this, stop what you're doing and contact me immediately.

[There's a pause, and she's pretty sure that whoever she's linked with has stopped, but just in case they decide that was a fluke and start up again--]

If you don't stop what you're doing, I'm gonna keep punching the wall.

[Not that she ever looks like she's joking, but she very evidently isn't right now.]
 
 
30 October 2013 @ 08:32 pm
are ur memories all of weird shit in the desert and floating cats? do u feel like someones been pinching your arm all the time all day?

congratulations we r linked! :) pls reply to this so we can set up some place to meet!


[Sorry about that, Cecil. On the plus side, you won't be sporting the bruise she is.]

Also if you've seen this tattoo number----> 024 » 024 in any of ur memories pls respond as well
 
 
22 October 2013 @ 12:51 am
[Eponine appears on the network, obviously a little panicked about something. She had been trying to reach Jehan, but unfortunately, she was not adept enough at technology to filter it to him.]

Monsieur? Monsieur, I have done a bad thing - but we are friends, are we not? You will not listen to the Inspector, will you? We will still be friends, won't we?

[Impatiently, she pushed her messy fringe out of her eyes.]

He is a horrible man, you know. He deserved it, I think. [She shrugged and sighed]

I wish he were gone; life here, even when I bled from my eyes, was pleasant before he came. I do not think it will remain so now.
 
 
21 October 2013 @ 03:52 pm
If I get drunk, will the other person getting my memories get drunk too?

[He's. Probably already a bit touched by alcohol. Again. Someone needs to take his communicator away from him when he gets into these moods.]

Sorry. [Pff. That was a burp in the making.] It's... hard to deal with. I'm getting headaches. It's like everything's too sharp. Off-balance. I'm not sure how to describe it.

... I wonder what you're seeing. Whoever you are.

[He's... slightly worried about his secrets spilling all over the place, but. Not talking about them specifically is probably the safest bet.]

She's pretty, right? My wife. Her name's Carmo. I bet you would've loved her.
 
 
17 October 2013 @ 08:30 pm
[Initially, he was going to give a proper sort of introduction over the network; enough time had passed for him to "settle in", as it were, and he felt it necessary to pierce the veil of non-communication sooner or later.

But now, the point seemed rather moot, what with everyone's memories being tossed about the place. It appeared that the residents here were already forcibly getting to know each other a bit better.

Regardless, he settles for text.]


What does it feel like to have your most cherished memories, your most hated actions, your darkest secrets -- all potentially flitting about in the head of a complete stranger? Is it freeing? Humiliating? Or are you indifferent; what is a single memory without a lifetime of context, after all?

And as for those who would rather not wax philosophical: Hello, Tranquility. What a welcoming this is turning out to be.
 
 
16 September 2013 @ 06:36 pm
[Noah never dreamed that it would come to this - literally. His dreams are peaceful, and he wants nothing more than for other people's to be the same. And yet it only took being on the ship for a year to change his mind. But if anything could, it's the Tranquility.

He looks tired, but who doesn't these days.
]

I'm in need of a favour, perhaps a big one. I'm in the market for a certain form of training, hand-to-hand, no weapons. I'd like the focus to be on self-defense. I think.

[Suddenly reminded of those customers who used to come into his shop, wanting something but not having the slightest idea what.]

I've been unable to protect the people I care about, my fellow passangers, even myself. I'd like to change that. I believe I'm strong enough, and I'm no stranger to pain.

[He grimaces before his next words.]

I've just never cared much for hitting.

In return, you'd have my thanks, and a few dinners made with what's left of my stolen spice rack. I have saffron.

[Look, if that doesn't convince you nothing will.]
 
 
15 September 2013 @ 08:05 pm
[Put up on the network at some dark hour of space night, but it's not like anyone's sleeping anyway, right?]

I need somewhere to run.
 
 
20 July 2013 @ 07:11 pm
[ the device is set just beneath one of the trees in the garden and allows the viewer to see that someone hanged chains upon chains of these from the branches!! ]

Hey Tranquility!!

[ so where is Rapunzel? heard but not seen! ]

Oh!!

[ and then, from the top of the tree, a waterfall of golden hair flows down and Rapunzel slides down on it until she reaches the grass. ]

Ta da! I hope you're all doing well. I had an idea! You see, Jenna gave me all these pillows -

[ she points towards a small bunch ]

And I have seen others! and blankets! so I decided to build a pillow fort! in the garden! and since it doesn't rain here ever since we're inside it will hold and not get wet, haha!

But I need more blankets and fabric. so if you have any to spare, I'm over here at Chameleon Land at the gardens!

[ Chameleon Land. that's what she said. yep. ]

Thank you!!
 
 
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?
 
 
03 July 2013 @ 02:20 pm
[ As usual York's posture is casual as he appears on the video feed. This time he's set the comm unit farther away from him so that the viewer can see him leaning against his desk, walking a pen end to end between his fingers. ]

So hey, I know it's been a while since we talked about doing this, but Blake disappeared and I never followed up. So I figured I'd take a little informal poll, see who might still be interested. We were going to start a sports league, sort of an informal thing where anybody who feels like tossing a ball around can work off some energy, make new friends, that kind of thing.

[ The pen flipped out of his hand just then, but instead of chasing it he merely lounges back even farther, his hands on the edge of the desk. ]

Any contributions, any suggestions, I'm up for all of it. We'd talked about soccer and basketball originally. We don't have any regulation balls but hell, we've all gotten good at improvising around here, right?

Oh, we need nets and baskets too. Anybody who can help out by making that kind of stuff, I'd like to hear from you too.
 
 
26 June 2013 @ 09:42 pm
[There is a very good reason for the lack of video for this particularly selfy-loving ghost. You're being spared something grave, but you'll have to trust the groaning voice as to why.]

Say you have a friend, and said friend made the creative and life enlightening decision to have a chocolate binging party--not that they're regretting it! Like I said, it was quite enriching. Would do it again in a heartbeat. I mean, my friend would, of course.

I just need to know out of innocent curiosity and all... For my friend's sake.

Is there a hangover remedy like thing for over-binging on chocolate?
 
 
[ dear tranquility. welcome to the network semi-debut of the hansel & gretel show. it starts with a semi-out of focus image of gretel as she adjusts the device to get both her and her brother (who should look familiar to some) in the picture. their weapons are visible in the background (it’s hard to miss a triple-action crossbow and a giant, phallic gun), but hansel blocks them from view as gretel has him stand next to her. she takes a moment to lean in and inspect it, frowning as she stands back and looks toward him. ]


I think it’s on. I’m still not sure how this thing works half the time.


[ taking a moment to eye the device with some obvious disdain, hansel turns his attention to gretel as she speaks, shrugging in response. can you guess which of the two of them decided to make this post? ]


How the fuck should I know? I still say this is a waste of time.


You might know if you bothered learning how to use it. [ jackass.


it’s a response that has him grinning now, though he does his best to hide it when he turns back to the device again. ]



So, you want to start?


[ gretel rolls her eyes, but resists the urge to smack him upside the head as she turns her attention back to the device. ]


All right. Hi, everyone. My name is Gretel and this [ she nods towards her brother ] is Hansel. We’re new arrivals to the ship, and we’ve heard that there’s need for the kind of services we provide.


We’re witch hunters. [ in case the weapons weren’t a giveaway ] So while you may not have the exact same kind of shit here we deal with back home, we know what we’re doing. [ see, he can be helpful here too, gretel. sometimes. ]


So if you run into anything you want taken care of, or if you think there may be leftover creatures in the darker sections of the ship, [ yes, she’s done her research (or as much as she could through the device) ] let us know. [ there’s a beat, and she glances toward hansel before speaking up again. ]


Also, if there’s anyone we can talk to from medical - [ well, he knows exactly where she’s going with this. so sorry sis, but that makes it time for him to take his leave temporarily. this is one topic he really doesn’t want to discuss on this network thing


gretel just glares at hansel’s retreating form before turning back to the device. ]
- we need to do that as soon as possible. Thanks for your time.



ooc; purple = gretel; green = hansel. as a heads up to anyone replying, you’ll undoubtedly be doubleteamed by the pair. if you specifically only want to speak to one character (or have two individual threads), just give us a warning!

ETA: and yes, fourth-walling the fairy tale is welcome and encouraged.
 
 
16 June 2013 @ 06:42 pm
I'm starting to wonder if I'll be home in time for my thirtieth birthday.

[Noah still has a couple of years before he really has to worry about it, but time does fly on the Tranquility. Who knows, the next jump might be all it takes.]

I had a lot of plans centered around that number. I was going to have my own studio by then. I wanted my brother to be living with me by the time we were thirty.

[He pauses in his sketching, tips his chin up thoughtfully.]

That lovely wedding dress reminded me that I'd also hoped to be married by then...

Some things are out of my control. I can't bring my brother here to be with me - wouldn't if I could. But being here doesn't have to rob us of everything. So, Cillian-

[Has there ever been a proposal on the network before? Is there about to be one?

Nope.
]

I'll be working late tonight. No studio, but I can still do what I love. Tyke, I have a couple of those designs drawn up. Pop in and take a look, and if you're happy we can get started right away.

So Tranquility, what were your plans? Are any of them things you can do here?
 
 
14 June 2013 @ 10:45 am
So, alright!

[ someone take Wichita's comm away. now. now, now, now. she's sitting in the back room of the bar, not exactly trashed, but on her way. there's 90s music muffled in the background, as always, though she's not paying any attention to what's going on out there at this point. she's been back here, thinking.

how depressing.
]

I know this ship is mostly all doom and gloom, hey, I've had cold proof of that fact shoved down my throat time and time again. I get it. I know. This place sucks. ... Sorry, oh-two-oh's, but it's the truth.

But listen up. It's been way over a year since a lot of us showed up, and apparently our last jump lasted an additional year, so that means.. we've all missed a birthday. If not two! Or more, if more than one jump lasted that long. Which, to me, is a reason to celebrate. And don't give me any crap about not celebrating your birthday, because no, come on. You should party, you should feel pretty damn great about yourself. You've survived. You didn't let this place ruin you.

That's definitely worth celebrating.

[ and that's definitely something she's still working on convincing herself to be true, so. here's the motivation behind this whole transmission. oh boy. ]

And so, I'm declaring that today is, officially, our universal birthday. Everybody on the ship! It's your birthday today. So, go nuts. Forget about the fact that this place sucks for five minutes and have a drink or eat some space cake - if you can find anything like cake here anymore - do whatever you want. Relax. But mostly just try and do whatever you can to forget that this place is eventually going to k-

[ woop, crashbangbam. that's what it looks and sounds like when someone drops their comm in the middle of a sentence, oops. oh well. there's a muttered just do it! before she shuts off the comm. prepare yourselves crewmates, for the best game of pretend Wichita can muster considering.. everything. she'll try and help with the whole chilling out thing. she's not a con artist for nothing. ]
 
 
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.
 
 
22 May 2013 @ 10:36 pm
[ when the feed begins, finch is sitting cross-legged on his bed, a pile of fabric in his lap that's probably the jumpsuit. he's holding one of the legs in a hand and there's a needle stuck through a seam that he's evidently been repairing. finch himself looks tired, drawn, a little too thin (he's definitely not eating often enough, though that's at least in part his fault), and his hair's pulled back with a few fruit-shaped clips, exposing vivid copper-colored eyes.

he tugs the needle through the seam, fingers rolling the tiny bit of metal between them as he glances back up. ]


I was thinking, you know, I oughta' get another tattoo. [ in the tank-top he's wearing, it's evident that he has a number of tattoos already, but-- ] I've been getting one every year since I could first sweet-talk my way into the chair. [ he ties the knot off, breaking the thread with his teeth and then shoving the jumpsuit aside. he brushes the tip of the needle over his thumb, pricking it lightly, before reaching across the device to set it down somewhere. he leans back again, then, licking the drop of blood off his skin with a shrug. ] It's a weird kinda'.. thing I do. Because I haven't killed anyone. 'Cause I'm still alive. 'Cause I'm not anyone's pet sex-monster. [ a quirk of his mouth, leaning back on his palms. ]

--Anyway, if I do--and I know there's people on this tub that can do it--it's gotta' be unique, you know? I could, uh, use some help with ideas. Just saying.

[ another shrug! then he reaches up, turns off the feed. ]
 
 
16 May 2013 @ 10:08 am
 
[She sounds like every word is said with thought, intentionally, carefully. She still isn't sure everyone can hear her, that's all.]

Hello. My name is Annie, and I'm new onboard from the last Jump and I'd like to-

[Okay now she feels self-conscious]

Tea! I have tea! If anyone would like a cuppa, I have an extra mug as well, if you'd like to meet!

Are these conversations on this device usually this terrible to start?
 
 
Hi. [uhm ahem etc the usual.]

My name is André Correia, and I just - wanted to apologize for the, uh. Incident. In the garden. With my wife.

I-it won't happen again.

[There's a brief impulse to explain himself, but he suddenly realizes just how much of a bad, bad idea that would be. Let's just leave things vague. Really vague.]

Sorry again, and - thank you for your attention.

[Yep. That's it. Andy out.

Forever.]