[Mike has been less social that he would normally be — call it being too stunned to function. At least, as he had before. Between losing his friends, losing his fucking fingers, and then seeing monsters... this whole new event is just another drop in a pail that is chock full of rocks already. On a freaky planet, with freaky circumstances, full of freaky new imagery? Sure, thanks. 

Damn. 

But... Mike can't just keep to himself forever. So he clears his throat, trying to sound normal. Casual.

Problems? What problems? If he talks to you guys, he can ignore all the things that'd make him tear his hair out.]


So, you guys usually turn into blank-eyed turkeys standing out in the rain, or...?

Because — it was kind of The Twilight Zone around here for a few hours, when I woke up. 

I poked, flicked your ears, even made fun of your jumpsuits. Nada from you guys. Good to see you're not all living mannequins, though. 

 
 
29 July 2015 @ 08:33 pm
There's somethi▒▓ very wrong with engineering. [ The announcement's accompanied by a convincing visual: a view of one of the lower walkways in engineering, the rails on one side twisted. The ladder up to the next level is warped, too, cut off several feet from the landing it's meant to be attached to. One of the walls just to the right of the camera seems to buckle as the view's turned away.

The shrill sound of metal distorting and grinding wavers in and out, a steady background noise that's broken only by short bursts of static. When the camera turns to face Fitz, the lights flicker and stay dim. Very horror movie chic.
]

I can't get back to the ▒▒ive or out of the blo▒▓ hallways, and it's— [ He pauses, glancing off screen for a second. There's no clear evidence of what's got his focus, but another low whine of metal makes it easy to assume. ]

Rikku says it's the s▒▓▓ ▒▓ the last time engineering went tits up, but I haven't been able to fi▒▓ her or anyone else since it started. [ A louder crash of noise this time that begs a second of distracted silence, then a curt: ] If you get anywhere near engineering, use ex▓▒▒▒ ▒aution.

[ Then the feed stops. ]

( OOC: Replies will happen, but they may be icly delayed! Post coincides with second part of July 31 plot. )
 
 
18 July 2015 @ 05:12 pm
002  
Hi! I'm Skye.

[ Waving at the camera is Skye, hair pulled into a braid over one of her shoulders, long-sleeved shirt pulled down over her hands. ]

I guess some of you already know that. I mean, not just the people I know, but the people who I don't know I know 'cause I was here before. [ She shakes her head. ] Point being ...

I know we're all dealing with the same thing right now. These powers, manifesting out of nowhere. At first, I thought it was great. You idealize that sort of thing when you don't have it, but ... [ She bites down on her lower lip. ] I've seen some pretty messed up things since then. Not just seen, but felt. What it's like to be missing body parts, to smell my own flesh burning, to kill people. And I don't—

It's not a walk in the park for anyone, okay, I get that. I just want to know if anyone's found a way to, like, control it, or stop it.
 
 
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.
 
 
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 )
 
 
19 June 2015 @ 11:27 am
Is there a software library being maintained anywhere? If not, does anyone have anything they've written for themselves that they wouldn't mind sharing? I've already found "Spunes."

Thanks.
 
 
16 June 2015 @ 03:58 pm
001  
Anybody got some kind of multiversal adapter so I can transfer the stuff off my phone before the battery kicks it with no way to recharge? Just pictures, music, that kind of thing.

I can figure out all the software and file compatibility stuff, I just need someone who can give me the hardware to, you know, actually plug it in.
 
 
15 June 2015 @ 05:04 pm
[ Kate is framed from shoulders up, in a black tank and ponytail. Over her shoulder some might recognize a shuttle bay. She looks annoyed, mouth set in a thin line, dark brows angled inwards. The camera is panned so she is out of frame and instead there are rows of half-built spacecraft, smaller than the shuttles in the main bay. She talks from off-screen. ]

These are fighter craft. Attack ships. We haven't got a single one finished yet, which is kind of a problem since in case you missed it or somehow forgot, Van Rijn knows where we are now and is sending more ships after us. These need to get built, and people need to learn to fly them. And the ship's guns need repairing.

[ She turns the camera around again, still annoyed but trying very hard to be serious and persuasive and not just irritable/irritating. There's a smudge of grease on her bicep and she swipes at it with her free hand but only makes it worse. ]

I don't know shit about engineering or mechanics, I could barely put the chain back on my own bicycle before I got here. But I am pitching in and trying to learn because if we don't get this stuff done we are dead in the water. Okay? This shit is important. It is the most important, right now. So even if you're in another department already, you should be here helping with this, and if you're not in a department you should absolutely be helping with this. Also, who the hell doesn't want to learn to fly a spaceship or shoot giant spacecannons? So go sign up already and do your part, or I want to know why you aren't.

And I know people love polls, so we'll end with a poll. Are you not helping out because you're:

A) confused
B) lazy
C) hoping we all die
or
D) all of the above?

If it's A then read the things I've linked below and sign up, or ask me whatever and then sign up. I know being new sucks and is confusing and I'm happy to help but it's your asses we're trying to protect here too, so you should still be pitching in. If it's B, C, or D, still read the things below and sign up. No excuses. Everyone just please get on this, okay?


Att: volunteer sign-ups
Att: gunnery sign-ups
 
 
13 June 2015 @ 10:07 pm
[ The feed clicks on, showing the gunnery main room just behind Natasha as an extreme close up of her face adjusts the camera. It swivels, for a second, because phones are a pain in the ass to keep steady even if you’re holding them, but she manages to get it aligned properly and she sits back in her chair, arms crossed, looking serious. ] So. Our little Problems [ and yes, the capital P is there verbally ] of the last couple of jumps have made it very clear that we need to get our asses in gear about our defense systems. Not. [ she says, holding up a hand. ] That I think we should have shot our guests down.

[ Not at first sight, anyway. jax still advocates shooting on sight, but that’s besides the point. ] However, Jax and I have been discussing it, and if something like that happens again, we need to be prepared. [ She reaches forward, tilts the phone so that Jax is in the picture now, a little ways behind her. ] We don’t have enough manpower here in gunnery to do it all on our own.

[ jax leans forward, elbow on the arm of her chair. he’s tied his hair up and back, possibly in an attempt to look less unkempt but most likely to keep it out of his face.]

We got a few people pulling extra shifts down here to help us cover the spread. But if anyone who knows how to tweak our systems or rebuild some of the destroyed shit around here has the spare time, we could use you. You don’t have to switch departments, and me and or Natasha here’ll be happy to babysit while you do your thing.

[ casually throwing away the rest of his and her free time, because that’s apparently how jax rolls. ]

And we’ll trade you some beer and cigarettes for your time. What’s better than that?

Not much. [ Natasha supplies helpfully!! ] We’d really appreciate it. Getting caught with your ass hanging out isn’t a good time. Trust me. If you have any questions, let either one of us know.

And for the new guys -- my name is Natasha Romanoff and this is Jax Teller. We’re part of Gunnery. Nice to have you aboard.


[ jax winks, like the asshole he is, and kicks back in his chair to take out a cigarette. ]

That’s all, folks.
 
 
09 May 2015 @ 10:42 am
I could use some help.

[Sam is sitting on the floor, and he looks distressed as the feed starts. A little lost, perhaps, and it's clear that whatever is going to come out of his mouth isn't good news.

The fact that there's smears of blood on his clothes don't help matters. Though the vast majority of whatever gruesome scene he's found is left out of the frame, likely on purpose, there's a body laying nearby, bloodied, shredded clothes draped haphazardly across what is barely recognizable as anything previously alive. It's as if he pulled her there to check if she was still alive and then things just started to...fall apart.

He's no stranger to death, but this is particularly brutal, made worse by the fact that he considered her a friend.

A chalkboard lays nearby, and though something is written on it, from this angle it's nearly impossible to read.]


It's Seraphim.

[The words choke in his throat a bit. He didn't know her well, but they'd talked, and he knew people who were close to her.]

I'm not sure exactly how long she's been like this but...I think this happened before we woke up. During the jump.

[Though not in any advanced states of decay, the blood is still long dry. He swallows, his throat rough as he reaches for the chalkboard, lifting it up so that it fills the scream.]

She left us a message.

[It reads, "It's out there and it wants us alone, we can't be alone."]
 
 
 
28 April 2015 @ 02:20 pm
[ Home vs. the Tranquility is an obvious choice for most people. For the ones from somewhere particularly awful, the ship's the better option; and for some, there isn't much of an option at all.

Fitz had spent several months thinking he was part of the latter group. He'd thought home meant certain death, so he should appreciate cheating it while he had the chance. Since that had been proven wrong, home had resumed being the obvious choice, despite all its complications — but now Jemma's here, and things are somehow better than they'd been back at the Playground. Add to that a friendly research team offering help to the passengers of the TQ, and the end result is dwelling on questions he probably shouldn't be.

And a broad question for the network, minus much context.
]

Whenever the ship's docked somewhere, it's been too dangerous to stay. But if it wasn't, or if you could get off the ship without going home, would you? If it were possible to go somewhere safe. Different, and not home, but safe.
 
 
19 March 2015 @ 03:08 pm
[so this face has been a bit scarce since his arrival, but he's finally decided to suck it up and stop hating change. or well. he still hates change, but he's not sulking about it any longer. wes has decided to start acting like a grown up.

and what do grown ups do, except get a job, amirite?
]

My name is Wes Mitchell and back home I'm a detective with robbery and homicide in the LAPD. I'd like to thank everyone who has been helpful and patient with me since my arrival. Also I'd like to ask who I need to speak to if I'm interested in joining Security.

[small pause.] Or Agriculture.

Lastly, because it has come up once already: fair warning to those on the ship that involve themselves in recreational drug use, there is a trained narcotics dog on board now. Try not to smoke in front of him. [for god's sake people.] He's not going to attack anyone, but the barking does begin to get on your nerves after awhile.

... that's all, I think. Thank you all for your time.
 
 
10 February 2015 @ 01:55 pm
[ Natasha’s face on the screen is blank and unreadable, but for those that know her, she’s probably very unamused. She doesn't like it when questions aren't answered, and even less so when she’s actively told not to ask. It just makes her want to ask more.

But this line isn't secure, and Natasha knows better than to push her luck this early on. Thinking of this like a mission is the easiest way to deal with it. ]
Hi. Natasha Romanoff. Some of you have apparently already met me, even though I don't remember it. I've heard a rumor that SHIELD agents are here, so if you could check in with me, I'd appreciate it.

[ As for work, she'll deal with that later. Right now, she has to get settled and get information from people who might actually give it to her. She considers a moment, and then tilts the corner of her mouth up into a tiny smile. ]

Also, I'm into collecting fossils, so if anyone's seen Captain Steve Rogers around, let me know.
 
 
08 February 2015 @ 07:38 pm
Hi, hey, howdy, konnichiwa, what's up, and how's it hangin' — been a while since I did one of these.

I mean, it's been a while for this place, anyway; I'm still wrapping my head around, you know, the whole "you were gone for like months" thing when I feel like I've never left. Pretty fucked up, right? I feel cheated out of some trauma or whatever. Good times. But seriously, I've heard it's been as rough as it ever is; hope you guys have been hanging in there. I've only been back a month but it feels kind of tense after that spooky monster problem.

[That said, Marty is actually in a great goddamn mood, so he's gonna damn well spread his cheer.]

As payment, I like to formally introduce you to Marty's Power Hour here aboard the Horror Ship Ala Mode. If you've got any Top 100 Songs from the 80's, 90's, or early 2000's, just shoot me a request and I'll see what I got! I can't guarantee anything, but at least you guys can always clean your weird ol' space rooms to the beat of some of the greatest Earth hits ever. Featuring mostly old pop and rap, because those are the single most important genres of all time. No offense, rock, plenty offense to country. 

[SHOTS FIRED]

Here's a good ol' classic, from me to you! Don't do drugs, kids, unless her name is Mary Jane.

And just for your information, I do know the entire dance routine, thanks.

[There's a click, and his shitty old self-fixed CD player is spinning out a tune:]


[HOLLA TRANQUILITY, HERE'S TO ANOTHER MONTH WHERE HOPEFULLY NOTHING ELSE WILL GO WRONG FOR FIVE MINUTES.]
 
 
21 January 2015 @ 05:18 am
This is Raven Reyes, CEO.

It's been mentioned a few times now that being tracked and boarded involuntarily isn't a possibility, but an inevitability. I'm not here to weigh in one way or the other. I'm here to make sure you're ready, just in case.

You were told to familiarize yourself with the operation of Tranquility-issue space suits and armaments. I can teach you that.

On top of that, I also want to get a hell of a lot more people familiar with how to launch and operate the shuttles, and how to tell which ones are even safe for launch in the first place. I don't know what kind of enemy we'll be facing here. What I do know is, we're stuck in a big metal ship that wants us dead, and that same ship is being tracked by agents who probably also want us dead. It's good to have some kind of escape route, even if that escape just puts you a little farther from the immediate target. After all, deep space doesn't give a shit if you're dead or alive, and in the event of an on-board battle of some kind I'd call that an improvement.

So if you want to learn any of this, say something. It could save your life.

And you're probably sick to hell of hearing this by now, but if you're unemployed and wouldn't rather hang yourself than get a little dirty, Engineering wants you. Especially right now, when everybody's stretched so thin.

Last thing: If you're good with suits, armaments, or shuttles, speak up too. It'd sure be handy if I weren't the only one dishing out the safety-first lectures.
 
 
03 December 2014 @ 09:02 am
[ It's the holiday season, and everyone knows what that means.

Time to set up a blind date!

Wait, that isn't the reason for the season? It's very unfortunate for one Benny Lafitte that Caroline has decided that, for him, it is.

It's not like she's out to find his One True Love or anything, but he needs to get out and socialize a lot more than he has been. It's entirely possible he won't be too happy about her efforts, but she's going to keep his name a secret.

Unless someone figures it out and asks. She's a terrible liar.

The video starts with her smiling brightly, full of holiday cheer and such things. ]


So, I've got a friend. Let's call him...Huggy Bear. [ It's appropriate. Benny's totally a bear, and it's cutesy enough that it has her smile turning a little more mischievous.

No, she is not aware of a certain character from Starsky and Hutch also called Huggy Bear, but moving on. ]
It's the time of year where everyone needs a little company, and I think my friend could use some of the dating variety.

Who's up for a blind date? [ It might be silly, but they're all so far away from home, and the holidays have her homesick something fierce so this has been her project to keep her distracted. One she definitely did not okay with the topic of her post. ] He's a great cook, so dinner wouldn't even be a problem. He's super sweet and very mature. [ In that 'immortal being who has been alive for a while' type of way. ] Not only that, but he's a great friend to have, even if it doesn't work out. Added bonus: he's got a killer accent. Who doesn't love accents?

Contact me if you're interested! [ And with a cheery little wave she ends the transmission. Then she proceeds to sit and stare at her communicator, because there has to be someone out there for her buddy Benny. She has his best interests in mind, after all. ]
 
 
15 November 2014 @ 07:44 pm
[ Skye's mostly watched the network, sending a few texts, but otherwise avoided people in any form since she woke up here. She's getting a little tired of ducking behind doors, though. It's like being back in her van and after being on the bus for so long, she's actually feeling lonely and claustrophobic at the idea. There has to be someone here with useful answers. ]

So is everyone here from Earth or what?

Anyone heard of SHIELD? Or HYDRA? I know someone who's really into Captain America. Is that a thing here? Is it too much of a leap to assume that you've heard of America at all?
 
 
[audio:]

[L’s voice is the voice he’d use for any public announcement: smooth, measured, calm, not betraying much of the intense irritation and frustration that the network crash has caused him in the previous few weeks.]

Greetings. This is Ryuuzaki, speaking for the Communications Department.

The recent problems with the network were caused by an attack on our systems by a particularly malicious virus. Its effect was to systematically overwrite existing material with random characters. The department itself had no control over this and no effective way to stop it.

When network service returned, it was because a fail-safe rebooted the network software itself, something we’ve never had the authority to do -- or, to be honest, the desire. We are now active on the ship’s original network, and have learned that the system that we’ve always used in the past was actually a subnetwork.

[As far as he’s concerned, every bit of this is a clue about why posts from prior to the arrival of the first wave of passengers are only sporadically available. Was the network previously rebooted in response to an infection with the same virus, or something even worse? That doesn’t explain how they would have ended up on a subnetwork, but it might explain much of the rest of it.]

As some of you may have noticed, nothing posted prior to the network’s return has been accessible since then. One of the functions of the Communications department is to archive network activity, and fortunately, we were able to back up the vast majority of the network as it existed before the emergency shut-down.

I’ll be posting what I can of that archive in a minute. However, please be aware that we don’t have the technical capacity to make this available to you in the format you’re used to, and that any posts from the old system that had been subject to an encryption created by one of us are completely incompatible with the new one.

[A beat of silence.]

Related to that: while we’ve been trying, no one in the department has yet been able to create new encryptions that work on this network, and the built-in privacy function seems to be much stronger and more reliable than it was before. We can’t say that the privacy function will be reliable forever -- very likely, it will be broken in the future, which will compromise the security of anything you’ve done using it -- but it appears that it’s currently dependable. This also does not rule out the possibility that someone we’re not aware of has the ability to break it already.

If you’re able to create an encryption that the network will accept, or if you simply have skills in this area that you’d be willing to put to work, please let us know, and please consider joining the department. [He is now turning on the charm, such as it is, and sounds slightly wittier and less serious than he had earlier in his announcement.] We’re not short-staffed at the moment, but we wouldn’t want to let your talents go to waste.

Those of you who don’t have talents in this area should consider joining another department. Agriculture could certainly use your help, even if it’s only for a few hours a week.

[The lightness in his tone now vanishes.]

On an associated note, if you receive any anonymous messages in your inbox, particularly from someone calling themselves Lina, or attempting to strike up a conversation and fish for information, please let us know. The same goes for any situation in which your communication device otherwise behaves in an unexpected way, and if you can visit the Comms Hub with your communicator while any of these things are still ongoing, so much the better. We’re located near the Bridge.

We’re aware that it’s common to come from a place where this kind of network communication is unusual. If you need help learning how your device works, let us know. We also have several programs which can be added to it, and some people may be able to make music or game files available to you. Those were programmed for your communicators, not the network itself, so it appears that they’re still compatible.

Finally… [a hint of regret enters his voice]... as of the jump several days ago, Clara Oswald has left the ship.

If you have any further problems involving the network, please contact me or Bail Organa.

Thank you. Comms out.

--

[Filtered to Tyke | Private]

If we learn that someone onboard has falsified an anonymous conversation similar to the one I just mentioned on the network, particularly if they do so in the future, can Security consider a suitable punishment? I had to discuss the messages here, but doing it so publicly is likely to encourage pranksters. I'd really prefer that they didn't waste my time.

Likewise, we’re still looking into the matter of the virus. If it turns out that someone is responsible for it, I’d like them to be subject to brig time.

--

[OOC: Please note that even the most talented hackers won’t be able to get into posts marked private for at least three months, and new characters will probably need about that much time to get up to speed with this system after they come in! It will not be a smooth road, either: the new system has many built-in blocks and tricks, and some hacking attempts will even flag SEC.

The link within the post is to an open Comms log. Please have your character drop in if they're interested in being tutored in the ins and outs of smartphones, or if they want to ask a question, or if they want to bug someone who's trying to work.

The batch archive of posts from the old network is here! It covers everything prior to November 1, 2014, or a week before the 37th jump by TQ Reckoning. Notes related to technical aspects are on that post.]
 
 
10 November 2014 @ 01:02 pm
text  
Hey everyone.

You probably remember that back when we were figuring out that the nanites were making us sick we discovered a room with management consoles for the nanites and grav couches and stuff. We haven't had much luck getting real access to the systems to see how the changes were made, so we're having to get pretty old-school to try to find anything out. One of the things we did was dust for fingerprints (yes, really). We found some, obviously, and what we're hoping to do now is narrow them down and see if there are any that don't belong to passengers. If there are that could help confirm that there are other humans still physically present on the ship, which would be good to know.

To do that, obviously we need to rule out passengers and for that we need your fingerprints for comparison. (Added: For those of you unfamiliar with the practice: each person has a different pattern of ridges on their fingertips and when you touch things you often leave impressions of them behind. If we record what your fingers' pattern looks like we can compare it to the marks we found on the machine and rule out that it was you that touched it.)

This isn't compulsory, I'm not going to come knock on your door and force you to get printed or anything like that, and we're not going to use your prints for anything but this without your permission. But it would really be nice to figure this out, so please consider doing it.

We'll be set up in the lounge on 005 most of the time, or you can schedule with me separately if that's easier. Thanks.

(ooc: if you don't want to comment icly but your character definitely would/wouldn't show up to get printed, feel free to drop a [not here] to let me know!)