02 August 2013 @ 10:49 am
 
For those who noticed the incident that triggered the watering system in the garden a few hours ago, I'd like to assure you that it wasn't a ship error or an act of random vandalism, and it wasn't anything to be concerned about. It was an accident and it won't happen again.

[a pause. okay, anakin, your turn to speak. explain the accident]

There was a slight…malfunction while we were testing the repairbikes.

[okay, so perhaps it's more like "they were being idiots and pushed the bikes too hard and managed to hit a tree" but shh.

also, guess who isn't impressed about having to make this post in the first place? damn future masters.]


The rain managed to put out the fire before it spread, but- Look, it wasn't our fault. We fixed them perfectly, but then the controls froze up and it either this or let them fly about and possibly kill someone. At least this way it's just a few trees that got hit.

[because that means they made the right choice, doesn't it? he just glances back across at obi-wan now, leaving him to finish this up. there's a reason the other jedi usually takes the lead in discussions instead of him.]

Either way, we accept full responsibility for our actions, and apologize if we startled or frightened anyone.


[ooc: Blue is Obi-Wan, this refers to this!]
 
 
16 July 2013 @ 12:03 am
so…

guess we're all just gonna ignore the fact the bosses fucked off then

okay, they've "been replaced" or whatever. but with the amount of shit that goes on over the network about not expecting new guys to fill the old guys' shoes, that means fuck all

so. whatever. here you go. this is me being responsible again (fuck you stark)

we're down to the final five in gunnery, so if you're looking for something to do on this ship and you're not scared of handling a weapon (yes i mean that literally), we could use you

if you don't know what you're doing, we can train you. If you do, drop one of us a line (016»012, 001»167, 002»022, 010»199, or 017»142) and we can get you started.

(on second thoughts, don't call cobb. he's probably busy jerking off)

questions?


[locked to gunnery & tyke]

for what it's worth, my vote goes to romanoff for taking over gunnery. no idea where you guys stand on it though


ooc; anything re: jobs and the like will be auto-pinged to gunnery folks. so have at it if people want to jump in on stuff?
 
 
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?
 
 
13 June 2013 @ 04:38 pm
[Nomi's had a couple of days to adjust and play around with her new communicator, but hasn't taken the time to do any sort of broadcast. Better to know the ins and outs of a new device before addressing it, since there was no sense in making a fool of herself. The entire affair is somewhat disorienting, but then she's been in worse straights. At least there's decent food, and showers. Much better than with the Krath. Why, she didn't even have her hands tied.

But now? Time to talk, figure out just who the other Jedi on the ship are. The ones she hasn't met yet, anyway. Those presences in the Force stand out like bright spots, after all, and if they're anywhere near as interesting as Master Jinn and Nymta then she's in for a real treat. Of course, there's also the matter of greeting the other people. No reason to exclude potential friends and allies, right?]


Greetings to you all.

I'm somewhat unfamiliar with protocol here, so forgive me if I misstep. My name is Nomi Sunrider, and I understand that that there are a number of fellow Jedi aboard this ship. If it's possible, I would very much like to speak with you. I've quite a number of questions and I feel it would be in our best interests to open lines of communication. As I've learned already...time seems rather fluid here, so if you require proof of my identity I will not take it amiss.

Now. With that bit of business out of the way...[Nomi smiles warmly at the camera, figuring a light topic would be best for the moment.] There are a number of other realities represented here, it seems, and that makes me wonder...just what is the music like where you are from? The audio files I've managed to access here feel...odd. Not bad, but certainly not my tastes. If anyone might be willing to share I have a few files stored in my personal datacron I could offer in exchange.

Also, is there anywhere I could find Jawa Juice on this ship?
 
 
[ 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. ]
 
 
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?