22 June 2015 @ 08:25 pm
hullo im posting a survey on behalf of Support
Support asked me to
answers here please but direct all questions to mr R J Lupin hes head of Support surveys thats why he asked me to do this one for him
interdepartmental unity

SURVEY.URMOM.DOC )
 
 
17 July 2014 @ 12:18 pm
Hey everyone.

I'm sure some sort of demographics survey has been done in the past but I haven't seen one since I've been here and I'm curious. I've tried to keep it pretty basic. I know people are touchy about their privacy, and I know some aren't cool with being asked about special abilities/skills/powers/whatever, so obviously skip questions if you want to, no hard feelings. I'd rather just get name/age/planet than nothing at all, you know? Not like I'm going to hunt you down and force you to fill it out. But if you're willing to be more complete that'd be awesome and if there's something you think is important that I didn't include a field for, let me know.

Maybe there's a pattern here somewhere, maybe there's not, but at the very least it might be interesting or provide some useful data for department recruitment or something. Maybe you'll find some friends, whatever.

Thanks!



UPDATE: On request from several of our fellow passengers, I'm adding a 'relationship status' field. You're all welcome. Feel free to edit/update your entries accordingly if you want to.

(ooc: feel free to treat this as threadjack city as far as I'm concerned. if you squint it's kind of almost like an ic cr meme?)
 
 
17 June 2014 @ 06:35 pm
[ Scott hasn't put himself out there on the network much since he arrived, but those who have encountered him on or offline may all be equally surprised to see him looking quite so serious. There's an agitated energy to his posture and his brow looks like it's stuck in a furrow. He doesn't waste time: ]

Hi. I'm Scott, and I'm looking for my friend Stiles. He's my age, kind of skinny, talks really fast, has hair that sort of goes like [ He sort of swoops a hand over his head. ] I've been looking for him for a while now. He's not answering messages and isn't anywhere he'd usually be. If you've talked to him or seen him or anything, let me know? I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.
 
 
30 May 2014 @ 08:50 pm
While I am looking into joining some branch of the science department on board and am generally taking time to acclimatize to new surroundings, I'm not used to having so little to do. I've been taking advantage of the media libraries and reading back on the network, but I'd really prefer to have something to work on. If anyone has any odd jobs, needs anything fixed or built depending on whether the materials are available, consider this an open offer. Trade is negotiable, since this is something I'm asking for.

I can provide character references if people are worried about their belongings being damaged. If the term means anything to anyone, electrical and mechanical engineering are amongst my specialties.


[Which is as polite a way as he can think of implying that he has more than one without it coming off as bragging.

Also he has probably typed and re-typed a lot of this, but at the same time thank mutant baby Jesus goodness something like text function exists in all it's glory because it's made life about ten times easier to navigate.]
 
 
13 May 2014 @ 11:29 pm
[ Hey, a new arrival who knows how to use video chat. Scott's got the camera set up on the table and himself more or less centered in the frame when he hits the button to record or broadcast. He lifts a hand and gives a bit of a wave to go with his curl of a friendly smile. ]

Hey. I'm Scott, and I guess some of you know me already? Stiles-- my friend Stiles, some of you probably know him, he told me that I've been here before, umm. But I don't remember. Sorry about that. [ His smile this time is apologetic, and comes with a shrug, shoulders hiked up toward his ears and then dropped. ] So I'm hoping that anybody who remembers me being here, if we were friends or whatever, let me know? Sorry that I don't remember you, but I'm sure we can figure it out. So if you wanna come talk or something, come by whenever or send me a message? My number is, uhh. [ He looks down and reads off his arm. ] zero-three-one dash one ninety. I guess I'm pretty much free whenever.

Oh, if anybody's figured out a way to charge a phone here, let me know? I know I can't call anybody or anything but it's got-- music and games and stuff on it, you know. It'd just be cool to have.

[ He lifts a hand and lets it thunk back onto his bicep, mostly covering the rings of his tattoo. He smiles again, one corner tugged up higher than the other. ]

So yeah, that's all for now. See you around.
 
 
13 March 2014 @ 02:17 pm
Since everyone's all about hiring on help these days-- I've got a few things that need doing if there are any bored volunteers. Also a few things on a shopping list if there's anyone that recently arrived with a decent stash

Shopping list is easy: tea, more tea, spices, decent bacon, cigarettes, movies that aren't space knock offs. Watched almost all of those sixteen thousand times each. Though I recommend space Titanic, which is weirdly better than the Leoardo DiCaprio version.

Things that need doing: someone to move something seriously heavy, someone else to make a delivery and pickup.


You'll be paid in space beer or space risotto. Space beer and space risotto is also what we have to trade with for the stuff on the shopping list. And all of it's semi important, especially the tasks. Only slightly less important than the tasks is the cigarettes.
[A pause.] And maybe the tea.

Thanks.



[ooc ps - there is totally not a sneaky vampire plot embedded in here, don't worry!!! but if you volunteer for the delivery & pickup it will entail a rifle drop off and maybe some (lots of) lying. be warned.]
 
 
07 March 2014 @ 06:08 pm
[when the feed clicks on it's to an off-angled shot of grass, somewhere in the middle of the gardens. he has the camera in one hand, held out at a distance to try and film himself for his upcoming message. the other is busy holding his crosse, the scoop low to the ground as he finally addresses the feed.]

So, back home there's this sport we play at my school called Lacrosse. I don't know how many of you here have ever heard of it before, but it's kinda big where I'm from.

Basically, you take this stick- [he holds it up to show the camera more clearly, before dropping it back to the ball on the ground. the feed shakes (sorry for those prone to motion-sickness) as he picks said ball up with the stick, tossing it in the air a couple of times before he continues.] -and use it to try and get this ball in to your opponent's goal. Sounds easy, right?

[there's a smirk on his face when he looks back up at the (still off-angled) feed. look, it's easier to focus on dumb things like this than the fact that your dead dad is wandering the ship somewhere, your future alpha's best friend has gone missing, and there's a chance a psychopathic hunter could well be prowling the halls.]

It can be pretty violent sometimes- Full contact sport, by the way. And we don't have much padding sitting around here. But we've got everything else we'd need, so me and- A friend, were talking about setting up a game after the jump. The problem is, there's only three [two. but he's not counting out stiles on a public post] of us here from our world, and we kind of need a whole lot more than that if we want to get a good match going.

So, anybody interested?

[there's a sudden blur across the feed as he drops his arm back down. his expression shifts to a serious one for the briefest of moments, before the feed seemingly cuts.]


locked to allison

[it's a quick flip of the feed, and there's another message sent, locked down to just the two of them.]

I know things are kind of weird between us, but I kind of need to ask a favor?

[something he'd be a whole lot more uncomfortable doing if it was for his own sake.]

Could you go talk to Scott? I don't know what he's told you, but Stiles is- [nope, still not saying it.] You know him better than me, and I think he could use that right now.
 
 
09 February 2014 @ 10:16 pm
[ the communicators aren't that different from the phones that used to be on earth, but wanderer is still having trouble getting used to it -- she'd been out of civilization more than she was in it, and hadn't had to use a phone in more than a year. she's spent a half hour messing with the thing, looking it over and testing its various functions before she feels comfortable enough with it to start up a post of her own.

at first the video is completely off-center, showing a view of wanda's shoulder rather than her face, but she corrects that quickly, offering a sheepish smile to the camera. her eyes look subtly luminous, not quite normal human eyes, but not so different that she doesn't think she should show her face.
]

Hello. I'm sorry to bother you all, but I had a question -- there was some medicine in my locker that I don't need. Is there a medical facility of some kind here? I would prefer to put it to good use than get rid of it. I can show you how to use it, if need be, though it's rather simple. The names should really give it all away. Thank you in advance for your help!
 
 
21 January 2014 @ 05:03 pm
[ like so many of robb's network addresses, he appears with grey wind at his side. he's in the gardens, sweat sticking his curls to his skin as grey wind huffs beside him, for once not pacing impatiently as robb speaks. ]

It seems the ship has seen fit to save the strange temperatures for those who slumbered through them last month. I suppose there are few left who remember the ship growing cold once? Perhaps it feels the heat suits us better.

[ robb's tone suggests that is most certainly doesn't suit him, but is that really a surprise? starks have ever been more suited to the cold. ]

If you would all permit me, I would ask to speak with any who slumbered, this month or prior, for last month was not the first that has seen people remaining trapped within their pods. I dreamed, and I would know if they were shared, or if any recognize that which I saw. Time has passed, and yet I've still not made sense of all that happened within those dreams.

[ grey wind makes a soft noise, almost a whine. robb doesn't reach a hand to soothe him, as if it's important neither of them seem unsettled. ]

Lastly, I would speak with Erik Lensherr, who I hear has returned once more, and Cesare Borgia, if he will indulge me with an audience. And my family, those of my House and those who carry my banner, I've news to share with you.

[ robb takes a breath, and grey wind gets to his feet, shakes out his coat, and paces off camera. robb chuckles, and cuts the feed on a murmur too quiet to be heard. ]
 
 
21 January 2014 @ 01:02 pm
[Bran's smile is only a little wan--and that is only because he is distracted, because Summer is distracted. The great direwolf is sitting at his feet, but Summer has grown large enough that he is still visible in the video feed. Something is ailing the direwolf, making him skittish. He huffs a whine as the video begins, and Bran looks down at him, and lays a hand atop Summer's head.]

Be still.

[Summer's ears flick, nervously; he blinks, and whines again. Bran looks to his device, his hand still resting atop his direwolf's head.]

I am looking for paper--perhaps twenty or thirty sheets of paper, that is not being used. Most things on this ship are written by typing, but there must be some paper somewhere. I can make a trade for it, if it is necessary. And I will need tape-- [That is a new word, but he says it smoothly.] --and scissors, with which to cut. They must be able to do fine work, I think.

[Restlessly, Summer raises his head. The video jars a little, and Bran quickly reaches to steady it, as he gives his direwolf a slightly anxious look.]

In Westeros, great tourneys are often held, where knights prove their merit in the lists. That means a joust, though there is sometimes melee fighting as well. I have never seen a tourney, only heard tales of them--and we have very few knights here. So we are going to let our direwolves race instead, and have a feast, just as if it were a true tourney. [Summer whines again, more plantively. He shrugs out from beneath Bran's hand, turning in a tight circle.] Summer, quiet. It is only a shadow.

There must be a prize, at the end, and I have been trying to think of something good. I have ideas, but they aren't very good, so I thought--

[But what he thought is never realized, because Summer moves quite sharply then, twisting away from Bran and the video with a sharp growl. Bran's face pinches in worry, and he grabs hastily for his device, to steady it again, before he shuts it off. It is an ungainly end to the message, but his concern trumps his good manners.]
 
 
20 January 2014 @ 08:47 pm
I need bolts — or arrows, I guess. I can work with either.

[ the opening is concise, sweet, and to the point ( if only because she only recently ruined both of them ) like she's already practiced what she's about to say. she pauses and then quickly adds: ]

And I could probably use a sparring partner. [ and while she loves her dad and all the training he can provide, it's not really the same — doesn't really give her that much stress relief. ] I don't really have anything to trade unless you really like leftover chocolate, so...

[ she trails off, gives a shrug, and looks like she's about to turn off the feed before she actually launches into the real basis for approaching the network. ]

This is a crazy and unrelated question, but does anyone have any experience with — [ wait for it. there's a brief beat of hesitation before it comes out. ] — hauntings? Not just the stuff people have been seeing in the mirror or the hallways, but ghosts. Things like that.

[ because that doesn't sound crazy at all — but she's completely aware of how it might sound, so she shrugs her shoulders, sheepish, and tries to convincingly add: ]

Just curious.
 
 
14 January 2014 @ 09:45 pm
[ when arya stark faces the camera, it is with all the solemnity of her last video post.

this is not about the fluctuating temperatures, however.
]

I need blankets, [ she begins without preamble, ] and pillows. I would prefer them with color, but any spares you have will be enough.

[ she prefers the ones people receive than the standard issue, but arya has no problems stripping unoccupied rooms if she must. blanket forts are serious business and it is very hot and humid in the gardens. the struggle is real. ]

I also need—hey!

[ the tension breaks with the sudden and utterly unexpected appearance of one (1) shirtless and sweaty gendry. who unceremoniously shoves face and shoulders into the frame. ]

Who are you talking to?

Get out! [ arya shoves her hand at his face to push him out of the shot. the image shakes as she fumbles with the comm and with gendry. ] Don't be rude!

[ the joys of teenagers and almost-teenagers in space. ]
 
 
09 January 2014 @ 03:56 pm
[The video comes on to show Alexis starting a bit and pulling her hand back from the camera.] Oh! [A closer look.] Oh, it's on.

[Pause] Oh, it's on. Hello. [Tiny wave] Hello, my name is Alexis. I thought I'd... Well, I thought I'd introduce myself but now that I actually think it through, this is a time-waster. Sorry? I ran a video blog back home and that was never an issue but--

[Stop talking, Alexis. She shuts up for about two seconds before speaking again.] Hey, is there, like, stuff for cooking free to use? I saw the kitchens and all but I don't want to step on toes.

[A breath.] I kinda need pancakes.
 
 
24 November 2013 @ 05:45 pm
[ scott doesn't have much to contribute on the theory side of things, but there is one minor mystery that's been bugging him since he got here. ]

Is the pot in the gardens up for grabs?

[ and no, not bothering with anon. it's already everywhere (or seems like it is, but that might have something to do with a heightened sense of smell), it's basically legal back home, and his mom isn't exactly around to be disappointed. he somehow doubts she'd hold it against him in space anyway. that said, manners: ]

Also I'm glad everyone's feeling better after last month. Or I guess just not bleeding from our faces, it's still kind of weird.

And also thanks in advance.
 
 
08 November 2013 @ 10:52 am
[ this is going to be short.

annabeth doesn't even know why she's doing this at all, because anyone who cares enough will know, but wichita deserves something more than that. she's been here for ages, knew everyone, right?

this video is similar to her last, so long ago. her jaw is set and her eyes are dark, but where there was a storm raging behind them before, there's nothing. an empty look of pain, but not surprise. what more could the ship do, anyway? ]


Wichita's gone.

[ that's all she really wants to say, but the weight of all of wichita's things around her keeps the feed on. annabeth swallows, her eyes moving off to the side for half a moment before they return. ]

I don't know if- [ okay wow, this is a lot harder than she expected it to be. ] She's got a lot of stuff here. Some of it I'm keeping, but if anyone else knew her and wants to come by...

[ she bites her lower lip, before cutting the feed there. they can figure it out. ]
 
 
18 October 2013 @ 01:57 am
hey so i know everyone is really busy having their deepest darkest secrets and shit jammed into each others heads and stuff but what is this

:P
:) <---- red????
:>
:D

??????????? p what? d what?


[Because she's been reading up on this stupid place but seriously, is this some kind of weird future spaceship code she's not getting?

On the plus side, you know what's fucking awesome? This is. The communications network or whatever is seriously cool.]
 
 
16 October 2013 @ 12:16 pm
So we're all up in each other's heads, which blows, obviously. I feel like I'm ten people right now, and I have no idea who half those ten people are. I was gonna ask around, try and figure it out, but I have a better idea.

[ for a certain definition of "better". ]

Presenting, The Tranquility's Freaky Memory Swap Directory.

Here's how it works: you drop the details of stuff that doesn't belong in your brain. You know, names, places, events, incriminating secrets. Then comb through what other people leave and work out who got all your dirty laundry so you can bribe or threaten them into silence. Got it? Great.




(( i won't be back to this post for a few hours for any tags meant specifically for stiles, but i turned comment emailing off so tag each other!!! you are welcome to ignore the form.))
 
 
15 September 2013 @ 09:00 pm
[That he's tired goes without saying: everyone's tired these days, or at least it seems that way between network posts and the worn-down faces passed in hallways. So Garrus skips discussing it when he snaps on the feed, managing to set his communicator down for a decent view of himself settled near the ship's pools. The lighting's too dim for it but really, try asking if he cares.

Considering the fact that I've spent my life going from point A to point B between star systems, I think it's fairly safe to assume that just about every culture out there has their customs. And no, I'm not about to ask you to give me an in-depth lecture on what yours are or where they came from, so don't feel obligated to-- or at least try not to be offended when I fall asleep just before you get to 'the good part'. It's been a long week.

But I do need help. 

See, for turians, being barefaced like this isn't exactly a plus. Usually we wear tattoos representing the place where we were born, but at this point I'll take just about anything you've got that'll leave a mark on human skin as a substitute. Preferably in bulk.



 
 
13 September 2013 @ 05:47 pm
 
Usually the ship goes quiet at some point, but since the Jump everyone's been bustling and out and about-

[And for the first time since she died she's been so tired]

-so I thought, maybe, I don't know, is there some soft music we can pipe through the speakers, you know, jazz or something, I don't know, something so everyone relaxes and for a while, honestly-

[She may be just talking, now. Really. What is this tired.]

Or, oh! I know! Does anyone have a copy of a John Grisham novel? That used to put me right to sleep...
 
 
16 August 2013 @ 10:10 am
No. No, no, no.

[ the video is sideways, giving a slanted view of river nearby on the floor of her room. there are scraps of paper all over the floor; colourful, bright. childish drawings torn apart.

she wraps around her knees, hands covering her head. river hasn't slept in three years and this week alone, she slept for three days. three days of silence, three days of bliss. she wanted the dreams and they came to her. it was so easy to let go, wasn't it? ]


Wake up. Please wake up. They can't - they tell you to lay down and you do. You stay because they said it, it's in you and -

[ she shakes her head, rocks back and forth, muttering 'oh God, no' under her breath. she told derek. told and tried to stay awake, but sometimes she just gets so tired of holding on. the sun goes dark and chaos is come again. ]

They don't get up again. The skeletons stay and they don't lie down. It's the Pa - no - it's her. It's in the air and it won't stop. It wants to keep you, it wants to keep you, she wants you and you're hers.

[ she screams 'please wake up' one last time just as she grabs her device and throws it as far away from her as she can.

not very far. there's nowhere to run. ]