10 December 2015 @ 09:25 pm
[When Muscovy appears, he looks a bit scratched up but also thrilled, glowing with the joy of a successful hunt. ...He also is confused, and a bit upset, (even though he is still smiling brightly) and that is why he is contacting the network.]

I found a little frog.

[He holds up his hands, which are forming a globe around... something. It's obviously invisible due to it being caught between his hands, but there are odd dark brown smears on his hand. They look almost like... chocolate.]

It is really strange and it didn't die when I hit it, but it is melting now and I can't make it stop that. Does anyone know how to make brown frogs stop melting? It is very silly to just melt after being hit couldn't kill you.

[He'll spread his fingers a bit so that one can, with a bit of squinting and watching closely, see a dark brown frog between his hands. ...Well, it looks like a chocolate frog that has been held in one's palms for a bit too long and melted a bit, and his fingers are even more chocolate stained on the inside. It also seems to have a pretty cramped situation between the boy's small fingers, because it definitely fills all the space in there.]
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 03:15 pm
[ the mirror-shard is clutched in derek's hand. he's obviously unsteady on his feet, being buffeted about by the wind, but he shoves a mask briefly into frame before moving it aside to scowl down at the mirror. ]

Don't put them on.

[ important psa's that can't wait for sobriety, as much as derek resents having to both address people via mirror and do it while wind-drunk. ]

They're dangerous. Don't do it.
 
 
28 October 2015 @ 12:40 pm
 
Umm... Do you think...

Are last names -- important?

I was, was thinking maybe... I dunno... My real mom had a last name, but I never used it... Lots of people got last names, though.

Maybe I could have one, too...?

[Not that he has one in mind. Only -- he does, but he's not sure if it's allowed. Is it? He wishes he knew.]
 
 
25 October 2015 @ 09:58 pm
[The mirror begins showing a view of Tyke, somewhere in the jungle, a frown of consideration pinching her brow as she looks down at the surface. After a moment, sure that it's "on", she turns to the side, image wobbling violently as the mirror is passed - possibly a little forcefully. There's a very blurred view of more jungle, a brief glimpse of Charles Xavier, and then the image finally settles on Oxford.

Who, for the record, is wearing a somewhat amused but unimpressed smile. Making the new(ish) boy do all the talking, hm? It’s hard work, being the prettiest face for camera. Since, yes, that’s what they based the decision on for who was doing the talking.]


Good day — [What, fellow stranded jungle dwellers? Oxford tries not to wear his most corporate, people-pleasing smile. This isn’t a generic business speech, this matters, and as a result, his expression is faintly grim.] I’m Oxford, most of you will know Tyke and Charles. Some of you will also know we recently went on something of an adventure, and that’s what I’m here to talk about.

The long and short of it is that we appear to be stuck within a particular territory. A sizeable territory, admittedly, but still something of a limitation in the grand scheme of things, I’m sure you agree. [There is a possibility someone here is either giving him a look or a pinch that says get on with it. Oxford laughs mildly, gesturing with a vague hand in a vague direction.] Once you hit a certain distance out there, you start getting nosebleeds, headaches, and my strong recommendation is not to keep going. Please.

[And people using themselves as living test subjects, which he keeps to himself but adds a light note of strain to his voice.]

While we don’t know exactly what it is, we have our suspicions that it’s something to do with the… consciousness that Charles discovered before, that we’re still connected to it. Tethered, if you will. We realise it doesn’t seem like much information, but if you have any further questions, we’ll try to answer them to the best of our advantage. Take care out there, everyone. Don’t push your luck with the perimeter, if you happen to reach it. [He pulls a sudden grin, seemingly out of nowhere.] And now I’m done talking in my daft teacher-voice, you’ll be glad to know.

( ooc: replies are likely to come from oxford, tyke and charles! post is backdated to a couple of days after the stampede. )
 
 
[The reflection held by the mirror shard warps to reveal vast darkness with a series of strange geometric patterns, glowing, running through it.

The next moment, a yellow glare emerges in the bottom-right corner of the shard-- a lit flare. It takes a moment for the details to resolve after that. It turns out, that those unfamiliar, luminous patterns are running along the walls of a stone chamber, as well as over the contours of the altar standing in the center. Other brief, vague details stand out as the shard turns. Shelves, cut into the walls; something bundled in the shelves. A wooden box, with a glint of gold within.

And then, abruptly, William Tsang pops into view. He’s slightly translucent, and the orange flare light seems to have trouble illuminating his. He looks flustered. And unusually tall, or maybe the holder of the mirror is just unusually low.]
Takeshi, [he says.

Then the mirror flips. And you’re looking right into Takeshi’s little orange face. He mostly just seems content with himself, maybe even a touch good-spirited despite the murky and kind of macabre setting around them.]


It’s okay, Mr. William! I’m real short so the arrows went swoof! Over my head!

[SMILE SMILE SMILE.]

But they prob’ly coulda’ bounced off me anyways. I think... [He turns his attention to the people looking back at him through the mirror, awed and proud and all sorts of excited.] Look! Look, we found stuff! On accident.

[William is no longer in view, but he doesn’t sound like he’s smiling at all.] We’re about eight miles East of the bloody ship, a few miles away from the left edge of the edge of the Tranquility’s drag line. I’ll start a fire to mark the spot-- soon. [Presumably, this information is for prospective reinforcements, but William switches back to talking at the boy in a moment.] And I’m coming to get you, so don’t-- touch anything, especially not the corpses. Takeshi are you paying att-- Takeshi, oi! Don’t touch shit, right? All right?

[Parenting 101 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Now if only he’d remember Takeshi’s adoptive mother was a protagonist in a horror game.)

But Takeshi just nods at the information — and nods more firmly at the warning.]


I’ll be good! No touching!

[But in case William tries to poof off to play catch-up in a physical body... Takeshi's face softens a bit in the light of the flare.]

M’gonna pray for them, though! Pray with me, Mr. William!

[Takeshi slaps his hands together, the mirror between them, and mumbles sincerely under his breath. Something along the lines of, ’sorry we broke in, rest in peace! and don’t haunt me and my friends! sorry!’]

I really feel like this is not the best bloody ti-- [but William is already piping down, either because he is trying to be appropriate during prayer or because he’s trying to allow Takeshi his distraction while he surreptitiously tries to do exactly the catch-up that the little boy is stalling him from doing. The mirror goes dark again, at least for a few moments.

Once you’ve seen the post, feel free to drop in over at the log. You can also see a super detailed description of the dark spooky room by the mods over here!]
 
 
[ jax is leaned back in one of the seats on the gunnery observation deck, twisting his heavy rings round his finger. the comm is propped ostensibly on his monitor while jax slouches back, ill at ease. ]

While we're chewing over Odessa's offer, I got something else to put on the table.

[ more like a heads up. jax's expression is serious, the twist of his rings a more clear show of anxiety than he's displayed on comms in his entire stretch on the ship. ]

Our rescuers've got us surrounded. Sensors are picking up a mess of ships out there. I figured that's about as worthy of discussion as everything else she and her new best friend are puttin' on the table.
 
 
[ The feed begins with a single tone, low, as if testing the audio capabilities of the devices. On the screen is an older man, white haired with bright blue eyes, standing in front of a deep blue banner emblazoned in gold with a circular symbol containing three five-pointed stars. Though his face now is solemn, there are laughter lines soft at corners of his eyes, the set of his mouth one clearly used to the curve of a smile. He only waits a moment before beginning to speak, voice level, carrying an assured authority, a confidence borne from experience. ]

Residents of the Tranquility, I greet you today after many, many years of waiting. My name is Hendrik van Rijn, Prime Minister of the Miraxian Triad, the people who built and launched the ship you've been trapped on. You may not have heard of me, but I have heard of you, and all the terrible events you've been forced to endure as a result of the unprecedented malfunction which took the Tranquility so far from her intended path. I offer you the deepest sympathies of my people, and myself. Mistakes have been made, and I give you every assurance that now, with your return to us, we will find the cause of this tragedy and set things right.

I know you may have heard promises before, and met with the unfortunate souls in our society who prefer to cheat and steal than offer a helping hand. I know you have no reason to trust me; if I'd been through as much as you have, I wouldn't trust me either. But we have someone else here to speak to you, and I hope hearing from her will help to show the truth of our intentions, and allow us to begin the forging of a strong partnership as we move into the future.


[ With a last look to the camera, he steps back, turning his attention to the side and holding out a hand to greet and guide the woman joining him to take center. The woman's face is one known to many aboard the ship. She's gracious as she steps into view, appearing to squeeze the man's hand before she lets go and takes her place.

Odessa Knutson.
]

Thank you, Prime Minister.

[ Her attention turns to the camera then, head tilting to one side as a wide smile spreads across her familiar features. She has a look of health to her. A better diet, some proper sunlight, and time will do that. ]

Hello, Tranquility. [ Spoken in the same way one might ask, did you miss me? ] It's been a long time. Too long. For all of us. [ That smile turns a little sad. They've been through some horrors, haven't they? Time and distance has allowed much of it to become a distant memory. ]

The time has come to stop running. When I left the ship, I didn't know what to expect. We received so many conflicting stories, didn't we? I expected all the worst ones to be true, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I'm sure many of you can understand why. Still, I was afraid that I would find monsters. That I would be thrown in a dark cell and never see the light of day again. Now, I don't say this often, but... [ Her hands spread out to her sides, palms up in a gesture that says just look at me. ] I was wrong. After my escape two years ago, Prime Minister van Rijn's people found me. They gave me food, clothing, shelter, a new life and a new purpose...

To find all of you, and help you to be rescued as I had been rescued. I know most of you aren't like me; I'm starting over here, and I'm happier than I've ever been, but many of you have lives you want to return to.
[ The delight she has in sharing this good news seems genuine enough, especially (or even) to those who know her well. She clasps her hands in front of her, a light in her eyes. ] I've seen what the Miraxians have been working on myself. There's hope, so much hope.

Pack your bags, my friends. We're coming to take you home.


[[ OOC: van Rijn exited stage left once off camera, and responses will come from Odessa Knutson only. ]]
 
 
 I've been practicing pretty hard!!

[HEY GUYS WHAT IS UP. Takeshi is looking far more cheery than his last entry had been around here, his hands into excitable little fists.]

We're gonna be the best team ever! This is so great; we're gonna be heroes like this, and we'll work together, and... I made stuff from my old house with my head — really!! Really, I did! I made a chair, and I made a... a lamp! And I made the TV — it... it didn't turn on or nothin', and it goed — it went away like all the other stuff from my head... but it was a TV! 

[He is super stoked about this power business. He's likely been terrorizing the people who stay in the gardens with it. Tragically.]


We should get connected more! If I don't know you! So we can share pictures in our heads. And words! 

Watch — look at this, look, I can show people pictures!

[He closes his eyes, putting his hands on his head in deep concentration. Anyone who is around Takeshi enough to have one of those connections — someone he's bumped into, someone he finds his friend, someone deserving of teamwork — will get the very brief flash of memory through Takeshi's eyes. It's only just him back in his world, crouched down in someone's dirt patch that is supposed to be a garden; he's playing with two mangled-up action figures, the paint scraped off in random places. 'Pow, pow, pow! Don't run from Muscle Rider — you can't get away!! Villain!'

Then the memory flickers out. Takeshi breathes out deeply, rosy-cheeked but proud.]


That's... that's all I'm good at so far... so — we should practice...!

[RIGHT MOM, RIGHT. LET'S PRACTICE BEING COOL POWERED PEOPLE KAY.]
 
 
29 June 2015 @ 08:02 pm
[the video flips on, and rikku is running a hand through her long hair. she is doing this in a very nervous way, but there's a smile on her face so... that's a good sign, right? right.

she takes a deep breath.]


So... about a week ago, this showed up on my arm. [she flashes the inside of her wrist, which now has CEO in front of her ID number. she only shows it for a second, and then goes back to playing with her hair.] I thought it might've been some kinda mistake, but it's still there and I dunno. I guess I'm in charge of engineering now.

[alright, she seems to puff up a little bit with pride. damn right she's in charge!!!]

Yeah! If you're interested in gettin' your hands dirty with some other technophiles, hit me up. [for effect, she uses those spiffy new in-game mechanics to manifest a neat old wrench in her hands. she points it at the camera. it's called showmanship.] Seriously. We're the best department.

[her two little robots, scout and scoutette, whirr and chirp from where-ever they're hiding in her room.]
 
 
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
 
 
[It takes a lot of days for Takeshi to feel brave enough to put something on the network. He's almost done it a few times before, but he was scared — scared and sad and not sure what to do, what to expect of the future. His mom is hurt so bad in the heart (and for really real, she hurt herself on the hip, and he needs to make sure she doesn't strain herself. But it's scary. It's scary when her mom reminds him of how his old mom had first started: sad, disconnected, sleeping lots and just doing whatever people needed her to do. 

It's so, so scary. But Dad's gone, and they need to try to survive, because that's what Netherlands would have wanted from them. To keep living and trying to be happy. When Takeshi feels like crying, he reads the Miffy book in his room and goes to another place for a little bit. He imagines what Heder and Ned would look like as rabbit people, sometimes, and it makes him feel better a little. 

Now's a good time, though. He gives the camera a small, nervous smile and then takes a deep breath.]


My Da — Um, Mr... Mr. Netherlands, he... went home. [He looks down, fidgeting with something off-screen.] I know he woulda' wanted us to keep taking care of things, and when he's gone it's harder to make sure the garden's okay, so if... if people are good at agr-a-culter, you should come be a part of the — the team! We're a good team. We'd get a lot of points in a game. Even though we're all sad, because we loved Dad a lot... he's okay. He's just... not here. He's prob'ly got real important stuff to do at home, too. He's always real busy here, so I think he's busy there, too. He's probably making all kinds of faces where he is, 'cus nothing's getting done jus' right. 

[He sniffs hard, but he keeps his eyes dry and clear.]

M'sorry I only got bad news. 

[Quiet for a moment, his expression brightens a fraction, and he rubs his nose before he lifts up a small wooden dragon, carefully sculpted.]

This is Mattie. She's a dragon Dad made. She was bad before, but then —

[He holds up a fair maiden sort, sculpted with a lovely dress.]

Miss Princess Reika trained her to do good. And now they fly together a lot...

[He drifts off, smile fading a lot.

I love you, Dad.]


It's good, to work together. It's nice to be friends. We're all a team. So — it's up to us to do good things, for people who leave, who worked really hard! And loved us so so much, so much they say they love you, even if they never use those words 'cus it makes them feel weird. So we should do real great things and keep working like they did. 

[He smiles and nods. Keep smiling, he thinks.]

If you see my Mom — Heder — say hi to her, 'cus she's hurting, too. 

.... That's all.

[Disconnected.]
 
 
[ There’s less darkness in the video this time, revealing some grease and blood stains on Resnik and Ward’s faces, and more of the hallway behind them. ]

So you finally get it? We’re all connected.

[ She seems somewhat relieved, but there’s a tired flatness to her voice as she carries on. ]

That membrane Charles was referring to is a link between all of us: it’s been there since you boarded this ship. [ A glance at Ward accompanies the mention of ‘us.’ ] I know you blame us for not explaining. [ She sounds fairly resigned to that, as if she doesn’t expect to change their minds, but she does want to explain now that she can. ] We couldn’t. But it’s trying to cut you off because you’re gaining control over it. It’s because of you that we can explain now—hold onto that. You have the power to change things, just like it’s had the power to look into you.

[ Ward's expression is grim lines edged with weariness, a lingering caution that doesn't leave his eyes. There's a thin trail of dried blood drawing a line down the side of his neck. ]

This isn't what it wanted, and this won't be the last time it tries to stop you. [ A warning. More warning than Resnik had wanted, but he doesn't look to her as he continues. Resnik, on the other hand, sends a tight, sidelong glance his way. ] You know what it can do.

So you know why we can’t let a man like van Rijn get his hands on it.
 
 
This is really bad! This is serious!!

[look how damn serious he is to match the seriousness of this situation]

Everyone's not feeling good, and it's 'cus of this — this stupid ship! Sometimes it makes me so mad...! But we gotta do something 'bout it so you don't get anymore hurting heads and bloody noses. We gotta work together!! Like a team! We always gotta stick together like a team! And I'm gonna help as much as I can; it's like a mission, a real important one, and I'm your team mate, and I'm not gonna let you get hurt anymore than you gotta! So I accept my new job...! I will find you!!

I'm gonna hug everyone who needs the hugs!

[YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME]

 
 
17 May 2015 @ 09:44 pm
[Being from the second jump, Heather's been dealing with this headache bullshit for a longer than she'd like. Consequently, she looks like crap - if crap that's had an idea it's really excited about. Red eyes accentuated by dark rings, a smear from a nosebleed that got a very cursory cleanup (because who cares when you're only going to have another in half an hour?), and a jittery sort of energy that belies her tiredness.]

Anybody remember Mattie Ross? Cool kid. Braids, hat, very serious. She tried this thing when she was here with setting up a school and I figured - seems like there are more kids around now than there have been in a while, maybe it's time we start that up again?

I helped out last time. It was good. Thing is, I don't know anything about teaching and I have a pretty limited skill set. I'm gonna need a lot of help. And what I was thinking is we could set it up so it's relevant to here. Give the kids a grounding in the skills we need here, so like - I'm in agricultural, I can give a crash course in how to keep things running so we can all keep breathing. And maybe someone from medical can come and teach basic first aid, someone from security to show 'em what to do when everything gets all dangerous the way it likes to.

I know there's a lot going on. Headaches and blood and voids and people from off the ship. I figure that just means it's more important than ever that everyone knows how to take care of themselves. So let me know if you feel like you could help make this work. Or hell, if you wanna come and you've got ideas about how we should do it. Don't let the grownups set all the rules, that's like a guaranteed bad time, right?
 
 
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.]
 
 
10 May 2015 @ 08:39 pm
[Wash was already not in a good mood after the craziness before the jump. Then he woke up from the jump to find Zoe and Kaylee gone. So the usual goofy big brother figure is not available. Instead, you get grumpy!Wash.]

Okay guys. Seriously. Shuttles? Not your personal getaway craft. They're communal getaway craft. As in, if we ever find ourselves in a situation where we need to get the hell out of here, we need them.

And in case you're not clear on that point, those things take a hell of a lot of maintenance. On top of everything else, they get damaged every jump. Differently every time. We've tried a lot of things to secure them ahead of time, but so far no luck. If you have a brilliant idea for preventing it we haven't tried yet, I'm all ears.

Which brings us around to the other point I wanted to make here. Just like every department, we keep losing people.

[And there's more than a little pain in that particular statement. Actually no he's not taking the fact that his wife is gone and the best case scenario is she's gone back for him to die particularly well.]

And there could come a time when we need shuttle operational to get out of here. Which also means we're going to need more people who can train them. We need more people joining the department, but if you're already committed somewhere else, we can cross train you to fly in an emergency.

And if you don't have any experience, don't let that stop you. Mostly we just want people who are willing to learn. Gavvers had never even seen electricity before. If he can learn to help out, so can you.

[Please need lessons he could do with the distraction]
 
 
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."]
 
 

[The most cryptic image-slash-message appears on the screen. Looks something like this:



Only repeated, like, twenty times in jumbled letters. Clearly someone was just trying to practice. There are a few other words before it, mostly little things like cat and dog and bird, sun and mat, hat. Eventually it becomes a child's curious voice as he addresses the people at large.]

Names are really -- special. I think. Don't you think names are special? Sometimes they mean things, but I dunno what mine means; do you know what yours means? I bet there's lots of really cool ones that mean a lot of really cool stuff. 

... Did you get to pick your own name? 'Cus mine's always been mine, since I was a baby. I don't remember anything else!

 
 
13 March 2015 @ 11:26 pm
[the feed opens on a shot of a half empty bottle of tranquility brand ~space whiskey. along with another empty bottle lying on its side beside it. to anyone familiar with the bars on the ship, it may be possible to recognize the fact that the feed is coming from the wrong side of the bar. that inside of being sat beside it, he's instead stood on the inside of the counter. (easier access to the alcohol. and considering there's no bartender, it made more sense to him. it did take an entire liquor store last time).]

Solpeth.

[…okay, whoops. there's a pause; time spent squinting down at the device. he's making a call to the network, so maybe it'd be a good idea if he laid off the "dead" languages. when he speaks again, there's a weight to his words that comes largely from having to focus so hard on what he's saying. on making sure that he's actually using the words he wants to use.]

There are games I have seen humans play before. Ones that involve drinking copious amounts of alcohol for amusement.

[there's another pause then. one that's only interrupted with the sound of a drink being poured in to a glass. far more than a single shot. it's gone moments later; swallowed easily, and with very little impact on his current state.]

Show me.

[what are manners? look, he has other priorities right now.]
 
 
I work now!! I'm a worker like a, a adult, just like you guys! See??

[He pulls up his sleeve to show you guys his wicked awesome addition to his tattoo.

SCI » 039 » 055

Clearly someone has been telling him things to keep him motivated and busy. Heather.]

I work in the garden now! Heder says I'm gonna be a... morale officer!! I talk to everyone and make sure they're happy when they work and they're not sad, and if they are I can try t'make them feel better. So if you work there and you feel bad, just talk to me, and I'll help you! And if you get tired, I'll do your job, 'cus I don't get tired very easy. I'm a good worker.

...

A-and if you wanna talk but you don't grow plants and stuff, that's okay. 

I like talking with everybody.

[That's why he's even posting, okay, he just wants to blabber at all of you.

He spares no one from his talkative fate.]