11 July 2015 @ 10:12 am
I haven't really been around. Sorry about that. [ Samantha needed the downtime after her stunt with the void, now she's socially refreshed with a better handle on her new lifestyle. She stuck with the buddies she made in her first month to help her learn about life-in-space and the telepathy-crap. ] I'll try to be more social from now on.

Nothing exciting happened. I got the hang of this mind reading stuff thanks to Rey. It's pretty awesome after you get over the nosebleeds. And I've been working on my dream walking when it decides to fucking work. It's hard to concentrate with the headaches. And I don't know what the Below I'm doing.

Long shot to ask, but does anyone know anyone that might have some freaking experience with this dream stuff?


[ ooc: dream walking permissions! ]
 
 
08 July 2015 @ 01:53 pm
Got a question for you, Tranquility. Tell me everything you all know about Catwoman. And Batman, while you're at it. [It's about time someone told her her own origin story.]
 
 
01 July 2015 @ 05:14 pm
[ NO FILTER: MEDBAY RECRUITMENT ]
[For those who have seen William Tsang's typing at all in the past month or two, it comes as no surprise that he's opted for video. He's in his white coat, meticulously groomed and just as meticulously-- not hungover, the quiet sterility of Medical Bay all chrome and blue light behind him.] Oi oi.

If you've got experience or want experience in medicine or the healing arts, please apply today. You don't have to be a fucking brain surgeon, although we could use a couple more of those. [A beat. He blinks hard.] We've got need for: field medics and EMTs, psychiatrists, nurses, medical scientists, pathologists, pharmacists, robotics experts, magical healers, potion-makers, and people who just straight-up like to clean. We're making use of the volunteer program as well. Please give us a bell if you're interested and capable of learning. The nanites and other technology does a lot of the heavy-lifting, but we still really need personnel.

The past few clusterfucks, Medical Bay has become something of a stronghold. That stronghold is weaker when we're understaffed.

We have a few medical practitioners in these past few Jumps, although we've lost a few too. Our current staff is as follows. Contact them when you need help, and they'll do their best to provide an assist. Some are combat-ready, others prepped for room visits, and some operate strictly out of the Medical Bay.

[William attaches a spreadsheet, that is also carefully groomed of typographical errors.]

NAMETITLEMAGIC/SCIENCE AND SPECIALTY
William TsangChief Medical OfficerResidency-level Physician, Magical Healing
GaladrielHealer, Emergency Deputy CMOMagical HealingExpand roster )
[ FILTERED TO MEDICAL BAY: ...WELL, SOMETHING! ]
So, [William's masque of sobriety and lucidity is probably less convincing to those of you who actually see him at work day-to-day. But he does look decidedly less run-down today, for the purposes of his video, than usual. And very gamely, he continues:] A slew of you lot are new. Some of you are really small, and might have even gone completely unnoticed since joining due to a general failure to be observed over the counter-tops. If I fucked up any of your task and ability descriptions, please let me know, and I'll-- [he gestures vaguely.] In any case, I should've made introductions earlier.

So here goes. Any of you guys ever played doctor?

[He hoists a morbid-looking dummy into view of the camera, its plastic chest-plate missing. Dozens of sockets for missing organs, all of its alarm lights off for the moment. Someone's competing for creepiest manifestation.]

Let me know if you want to do a meet-and-greet, and I'll set up the shift rotation. Whoever ain't on-call can maybe join in a toast to Dr. Simon Tam, Lúthien, Lily Potter, and Dr. Jennifer Keller, may they be remembered as those who held any number of passengers' herniated intestines in during disasters past. Updates and advisories on the ship's latest methods of confusing and killing us, also welcome.

Even if not, say hi to each other here, too. Some of you probably need friends or some shit. [William's understanding of psychiatric health ends here!] Cheers.
 
 
[ Samantha is very clearly frustrated and physically uncomfortable by the time the camera flicks on again, she shifts on her crutches as she gets back on her mark. Then she's in a perfect shot. Standing just a few feet back, slightly offset right from the camera that catches her upper half. ]

...take one-hundred-fucking-twenty-seven... [ Exaggeration. Hopefully. ]



Look. That Lab E that everyone is trippin' about? It's literally a Door to Nothing.

Hold up, I should— [ Panic. Is she going to have to retake? ] Back up.

I'm Samantha, you've probably seen me crutchin' around. Back at home, I had weird-ass dreams about shit like that void. Figured it shouldn't even exist. Nothing shouldn't exist. It's a freakin' paradox to what my— [ rewind. ] ...to what I can do. [ bad save. ] So yeah, of course I went to check it out.


Well. I really went full body contact. Except I remember shit-nothing. 'Bout to put my hand through, then I woke up on the ground. That's about it really. And if Rey hadn't been there to pull me out— [ Adjusts to the left. ] Above forbid, right? It's not worth the risk for what it is. What it isn't...?

[ Break for intermission, guys. ]


And I guess I'm also looking for the medical team people. Like, to set up an appointment. Don't know how that works. [ She seems thrilled. ] Thanks.

[ Annnnnd... Cut. ]
 
 
11 May 2015 @ 04:52 pm
[There’s a little shuffling and confusion as the camera is adjusted to just the right angle. A frowning face takes the place of the blurred hand that blocked the lens a moment ago and Tadashi fiddles with the feed a moment more before stepping back.

He hesitates, then pulls a baseball cap onto his head after running his hand back through his hair.

There. Everything is settled. Tadashi tugs a lopsided smile into place, but his expression is still thoughtful.
]

This is Tadashi Hamada speaking.

[Another hesitation. He runs one hand over his face.]

My brother and I have been on board this... this ship for a few days now. I haven’t met many of you in person yet, so I wanted to go ahead and introduce myself. I'm taking the time to go through all of the information that's been provided and I'm still working on getting my bearings, but I just wanted to say that I'm willing to help out wherever I'm needed for now.

Back home I was a student of robotics. I was working with AI systems as well. If that's of any use to anyone, please don't hesitate to call on me.

[Tadashi offers something of a half smile, reaches forward, then disconnects the feed.]
 
 
08 May 2015 @ 05:24 am
"Recently, you've all been told that there is a traitor.

"So you should probably know what it was I did."

[She pauses, searching for the words while she lets that sink in for a heavy moment. One might note that her tones are different; she doesn't sound like her usual robotic self when she speaks. Quite the opposite, actually. Rey sounds almost like-human. In her own way, you could say that this her one big "fuck you" to Smiley. You think she wouldn't tell everyone? Well, now she is. Full disclosure. So there.]

"I entered the dark corridors shortly after the DUPRR crew had docked the ship. Before long it became apparent that the things infesting the hallways weren't approaching me with any hostility. Because they weren't attacking, I was able to reach the secondary shuttle bay more or less without much incident. During that trek I made an effort to avoid others, not knowing the extent of the compulsion and whether it would also drive me to harm anyone who stood in the way." [Well, it's mostly the truth she speaks. You're welcome, William.]

"All that remained was the DUPRR pilot, Neson. Needing his trust, I tricked him into coming with me by pretending to be a person who was trustworthy. It's something I've become rather good at, actually -- pretending to be someone else, much like how I am right now. Despite the fact that something wanted me to kill this man, I decided to will against it.

"It didn't work as intended.

"Instead, I took him to the White Room. I opened the door. And I led him through.

"He's likely still in there right now, where it's kept him."

[She stops, still dizzied from the jump. The more she speaks, the more hoarse her voice gets. She hasn't been using it that much lately, and it's clear from her shadowed eyes and worn features that she's been neglecting more than just sharing this information.]

"Apparently, doing this has-- 'stopped the clock', whatever that means.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."