26 December 2013 @ 10:37 am
so it's hot as fucking balls here
(yeah i'm stating the obvious but who gives a shit)

question
you're covered nose to tail in fur
how the fuck do you stay alive?
(and no shaving doesn't count)


locked to daphne;

up for some more cat whispering
she's not doing so good
the rat too but the cat seems to like you more
 
 
15 December 2013 @ 01:26 pm
I'm sure you must all see a lot've messages like this.

[ The man who appears is one who has appeared on the network before -- soft-faced and earnest, anxiety tested in the lines next to his eyes and a direct sort of stare that manages not to miss the tiny camera embedded in the device he's holding. Still, he smiles, just a little.

His address is slow and not exactly formal, just considered. ]


My name is Charles Xavier, and I'm newly arrived. You'll have to forgive me if I ask any questions you've heard before, though I'm doing my utmost to gather what I can on my own. I believe I've got the basic picture, although any advice is of course appreciated.

What I would most like to know is how many are here that had some sort of... [ He hesitates. ] ...gift. A natural ability of some kind, beyond the usual human faculties. A conversation would be of great interest to me.

Thank you.
 
 
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. ]
 
 
08 November 2013 @ 03:09 pm
so when i said i was taking some time off, this really wasn't what i had in mind

[two months.

two months since that jump. two months since he tried to burn his bridges and put some distance between the man he'd become on the ship (because of her) and the person he was meant to be (because of them). two months and a whole new set of numbers and no new memories to explain his absence.

he's done his research, once again. he knows just how long has passed since he last scrambled in to his pod for the jump. he knows that the list of losses has grown. (wichita. cobb. even xavier). that the ship has been playing games with the passengers again. that they once again docked with a space station and he wasn't around for any of it.

what he doesn't know is why he's been pulled back again. why the fuck the ship decided it was worth bothering with him. it's not like it was getting anything out of him. right?]


guess the tq can't get enough of me huh
t(-_-t)
stark (the annoying one with a hard on for machines) i know you missed me
you can quit crying now


[because there's no way he's giving up a chance like this. oh, and while he's at it-]

scooby doo, where are you?
and maybe scrappy too


[sorry lydia]
 
 
08 August 2013 @ 06:25 pm
everyone who had lessons with me lined up
they're off
ask gunnery if you can't deal with it


[locked to gunnery]

taking time off
you don't like it, fire me


[locked to l. martin]

go to my room and take annabelle and the rat
while you're at it, tell derek it's off


[nope, you're not getting any explanations there. whoops.]



ooc; replies will come briefly (until he's got confirmations from the locked stuff). but don't expect any real conversations out of him. whoops.
 
 
 
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?
 
 
12 June 2013 @ 02:10 am
looking for anybody here with the material/equipment/knowledge to make women's clothes

i need something made and i can't do it myself

don't know what you want in trade so name your terms

and yeah i know there's bigger shit going on. but humor me here

stark (the asshole one from the 21st century) keep your comments to yourself
 
 
20 May 2013 @ 05:22 pm
[the feed opens on a shot of wesley sat with his feet up on the table in his room. he's wearing his newly delivered outfit, sans mask. that particular item is sat on the table behind the comm device and out of shot.instead, he's holding a nearly identical version; one he happened to have been given a few months ago, back when every resident was given something similar. right now, he's busy cleaning the goggles, using a scrap of cloth that one person on the ship may be familiar with (hi raven).

he also happens to be whistling a tune, nice and slowly. hooow much is that doooggy in the windooow... (a gift for you, derek. there's even a ping here because he can)]


Lessons are off. [unless you're a mutant, a martin, or a stilinski.] You still want someone around while you practice, talk to Kirk. It's kind of his job.

And I guess I should ask here too. Anybody seen my cat? White fucker called Annabelle. And no, don't blame me for the shitty name. [also, please ignore the fact he actually does...kind of like the thing. none of you need to know that.

and with those announcements done, on to the actual point of this post. and don't mind him as the purposely swaps out the mask for one of his guns.]


So. Remus Lupin. It's time you and me have a little talk. [you can trust the grin on his face, right?] You don't get to back out of this one.

[not when it involves family. that's his (not)sister you're fucking, so clearly it's his job to send out the threats. leaving it to her actual brother isn't an option.]
 
 
 
19 February 2013 @ 10:05 pm
[there's the familiar face of Jim Kirk, and judging from his expression, you can expect this isn't going to be a fun broadcast. next to him is Tyke, who is leaning back in her seat, Jim seated in the middle and Spock standing on his right, hands at parade rest and as unflappable as ever.]

Passengers, this is Jim Kirk, if I could have your attention for a moment.

As everyone knows, we've got people lost in the ship. Petrelli has already asked everyone not to use the lifts and I'm going to repeat that caution. We believe something is malfunctioning and the lifts are sending people to the wrong floor. Judging by the faulty messages we've been getting, we can guess that it's somewhere deep in the ship. Communications is currently working on clearing that up.

Right now I need able-bodied personnel to report to the Gunnery via the stairs. We're going to be working with Security to put teams together. While we don't want anyone else getting lost, we've got people out there who weren't prepared for it. That means they need food and water and probably weapons.


[ spock doesn't step any further into the feed, but he does pull a series of data padds from seemingly nowhere. his gaze doesn't lift from the bundle as he speaks. ] The gunnery department is able to supply a number of projectile based weapons as well as several dozen phasers for those willing and capable of utilizing them. Medical is standing by to receive members of each party and equip them with first aid kits.

[ it isn't an afterthought, but there's something about the way he finally looks at the screen that still says illogical humans. ]

Despite individual concerns for the well-being of friends, family, and your fellow passengers, I do not believe it unreasonable to remind you that this is an emergency alert. Personal feelings aside, we are meant to aid others, and cannot be expected to do so if we do not also ensure our own safety.

[It's at that point that Tyke finally leans forward, but it's clear in her expression and tone that she doesn't want to be talking any more than she has to, barely covered-over frustration and agitation.]

Respond to this if you can see it and you're currently in a known location, even if you're not gonna be involved in running supplies. We need to figure some working idea of how many are lost and how many are safe.


[ooc: kirk, spock & tyke. here is a OOC post for coordination if you guys need it! if you're renting a weapon, check that post out please! also feel free to action it up in this post/talk amoungst yourselves etc]
 
 
19 February 2013 @ 12:50 pm
[ stiles looks like he's tamping down on some serious worry. he's trying to sound casual, but there's definitely concern in his eyes, the corner of his mouth tight with tension, and his leg bounces with a nervous anxiety. ]

Hey, uh. Has anyone out there seen my dad? Probably introducing himself as Stilinski. He's zero twelve, zero twenty-four. I already went by his room, 'cause we were meant to— anyway, he's not there, and I heard all the messages about we're not supposed to just go wandering off and looking for people, so I figured I'd just ask, first.

[ first. as in, this entry is coming before he goes wandering off and looking for his dad. ]

[ stiles gives an awkward grimace, and then his face trembles and he reaches over and covers the camera with his palm, voice thready. ]

I can't lose him, okay? I can't. So just. Let me know. Thanks.
 
 
11 February 2013 @ 08:03 pm
shooting lessons. i've offered them up before, but now they're a more permanent deal

every third day (ship-wide disasters aside) at the range. turn up if you want to learn. fuck off if you're planning to screw around


[locked to stilinski's&mccall;]

[edit: locked individually to each person following the talk with stiles]

the offer goes out to the three of you first. complete with hand to hand training

take it if you want


[locked to hale, d;]

think your uncle would be up for getting involved?
 
 
26 January 2013 @ 02:57 pm
[ It's been awhile, and he's finally feeling like now is the time to speak. He's definitely putting effort forward to not talk about the past few weeks. He's in his room, though, and he's wearing his own clothes - a blue shirt and a sweater. He's holding the black knight chess piece between his thumb and first finger in his left hand. ]

I've learned many things in my few months - jumps - here. These past two jumps have been a learning experience, I must say. It was the first time the ship has given me anything.

[ He sets down the chess piece, and a smiles a little. ]

A gun with one bullet and some scotch. I wonder if it is trying to tell me anything.

[ Amused noise. ]

This place - the ship - seems more alive the longer I spend here. If the jump before this past one says anything. It isn't outside of the realm of possibility here. I can't - tell - for certain, though. The way this place changes and can be more difficult to navigate one day than another makes it seem so sentient.

[ Pauses only briefly. ]

Anyway - I do have scotch, and am willing to share. Just let me know - and I can give you directions. The only price is a conversation.

( Private | Raven Darkholme )

I took a look at what you requested some time ago.

( Private | Wesley Gibson )

I'm considering training how to use the said gun. I'd rather Raven or Erik not know, though. I'd be willing to offer some alcohol, or something else, if you would like.
 
 
[ ENCRYPTED 85% to REMUS LUPIN & SIRIUS BLACK ]

[ Raven sounds tired, but deliriously happy, too; ]

I know it's late and you're probably both exhausted and you might not get this until later but I wanted to tell you right away - I didn't shift. I'm not a werewolf! I was a little jittery for a while, like I felt.. feverish, and moody, but it might have just been nerves. It was probably nerves. I never felt out of control or anything like that, and I never changed. Not even a little bit. So, I think I'm immune to the bite. My mutation probably... I dunno! It fought it. Even if there's some magic to it, the- the curse, like you said, I guess maybe my body just.. rejected it. [ she pauses, and it's just so she can huff with disbelief ] It makes no sense, and I really don't understand it at all. But I had to let you guys know. I'm okay. I'm fine, I promise, I'm totally fine.

Now I just need to come up with some story as to where the scar came from.

And I hope your night wasn't too bad. Let me know if you need anything, okay?

---

[ ENCRYPTED 60% to SCI DEPARTMENT ]
[ ( pings to medical & genetics, specifically, aaand open to jim kirk & spock too. ) ]

Last jump I received something in my locker that I think might be of interest some of you. ..Maybe. Actually, I'm not really sure if this is something more for the science labs or for you guys in the medbay. But, um. Either way! [ someone's a little nervous. she's only told Jesse about this, and she's not.. sure if it's going to be seen as a negative or positive yet ] Basically, back home, a friend of mine was trying to make a serum that would normalize my appearance. I would still be a shapeshifter, but I wouldn't have my blue natural form anymore. At the time, it was what I wanted. So he took a sample of my blood and tried to use my X-gene, my mutation ..whatever, to cook up this serum, right? But it didn't turn out right, it actually enhanced his abilities when he injected it. His mutation- He started out with mutated feet, and he's super smart, and really strong, but the serum ended up sending it all into overdrive. He's healthy! More than, actually. But the serum made him... transform. A little bit. [ A LOT ACTUALLY BUT WELL ] My point though, is that this serum can enhance abilities. And I haven't tried it yet, I haven't even shown anyone.

But I was thinking maybe you guys could take a look at it. See if you can make sense of it? Because if it can enhance my abilities, boost me up to full strength like I was back home instead of dulled down like I am here, I want to take it. But only if I know it'll work, and that it's safe.

Does that sound like something any of you would have some luck with?

---

[ ENCRYPTED 60% to CHARLES XAVIER ]
[ and now that she's done with all that tired rambling, she just has one more message; ]

We are long overdue for a catch-up session, Professor X. I'm sure you won't get this til morning, but. Yeah. I know we always see each other around, but I miss you. So. Let's meet up.
 
 
06 November 2012 @ 09:47 pm
[there's a ping to all the people who showed their interest the first time he mentioned this, but the message stays open in case there are any more takers.]

Shooting lessons. You've all seen the rules, so consider this me opening up some time for one-on-one tuition, starting after this jump.

[though, now he's in a supposedly official position (he has the opr and everything), he knows better than to hand over a gun to just anyone. maybe he'll be able to keep the job for more than a week if he uses common sense here.]

Gun safety and maintenance first. Then shooting. And no, you don't get to keep the weapon when we're done.

Questions?
 
 
15 October 2012 @ 11:11 am
[the video clicks and Kirk is sitting at a table, it isn't his room, possibly one of the board rooms, and he's clad in the regulation greens of Starfleet.]

Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

For anyone joining us in the most recent jump that may have missed it, please take the time to read the FAQ that's been compiled. It will answer most of your more basic questions, and we highly encourage you to inform yourselves of your situation.

[and the following links will beep to life on everyone's screens:


I'd like to take this moment to repeat the necessity for all of us to work together. We are, effectively, the crew on board this vessel. A month before the first wave, the former crew manning the Tranquility disappeared without a trace with the exception of Captain Ward and Commander Resnik. We still have no explanation, which I know isn't what any of you want to hear. That being said, if any of you need help choosing a division, don't hesitate to ask.

I know many of you aren't from planets that've taken their first steps into space yet, and as such you're anxious. I also know some of you come from backgrounds that say you need to go it alone. I know plenty of you have no reason to trust any of us. But turning our backs on one another is not the way we're going to survive and make it home. This ship has the potential to be dangerous, as last month's unexplained fog can attest. If we can't take care of one another, if we can't support one another through crisis, we're only going to be hurting ourselves.

Working on a ship this size requires a different kind of mindset. I can't stop any of you from exploring on your own, or from extrapolating on potentially dangerous ideas [JAYE.], but I encourage you to do your research and do it as safely as you can. Every life on board is worth something. Don't put yourself needlessly in danger and don't do anything alone.

[he's been talking for a while, and though he isn't done Jim's attention moves and a moment later (invisible to most) an encryption pops up in his feed.]

{KIRK ENCRYPTION 100% :: exclude WARD & RESNIK}

If you discover something you believe could help our understanding of the ship or that might help us get home, we encourage you to share this information. However, do it discretely. There's a post that goes up every jump that is anonymous. This trend started when one of our number made a discovery and soon after, died on the ship. His death was never proven to be homicide, but it was suspicious enough to cause concern.

This ship has plenty of secrets. As individuals, we will never not be hiding something. There are people on board who get no bigger delight than stirring the pot. Don't encourage these people. If you're bored, there's more than enough to do without resorting to petty gossip. We have enough on our hands as it is.

{END ENCRYPTION}

On a lighter note, one of our number, Cameron Reese, has expressed interest in heading a competition, namely for firearms and archery. If any of you think this is up your alley, her contact number is 010 - 078.

Before that happens, though, I think we need to detail some rules for the firing range that was recently uncovered. These rules will be posted in the firing range. Anyone caught breaking them will be subject to disciplinary action by the Security team.

SHOOTINGRANGE.txt )

Kirk out.

SCIENCE & MEDICAL DIVISIONS + 001 099 + ENTERPRISE | ENCRYPTION 100% )

OCTOBER BANTUM | PRIVATE )

NETHERLANDS | PRIVATE )
 
 
10 October 2012 @ 08:52 pm
[while he's been trying his best not to fall back on old habits, it takes more effort than he'd like to actually keep this one a video feed. those familiar faces that'd turned up during all those hallucination definitely doesn't help. not that he shows it. much.]

So, question time.

[he holds up a finger. no not that one.]

Do we know who the fuck is responsible for that fog shit we were stuck dealing with the other week? Cause I know I'm not the only one around here who could've done without it.

[and another, with a quick glance to something just off-camera.]

Science-types out there. Anyone capable of recreating- I don't know what the fuck you'd call it. A wax compound. I need more of it, and I don't have the supplies here to do it.

[aaand a third. but at least this is the last one.]

And you people who pulled weapons duty. Got a minute? Stark, you too.

[he reaches forward then to disconnect, but instead opts to flick the feed over to a private one. time to do a quick check in first.]

[locked to katniss]

Still standing?

[see. nice and quick.]
 
 
09 October 2012 @ 05:11 pm
[ The video feed shows a girl in her mid-teens, pale and with her hair hanging loose around her face. She's dressed in what some might consider an old-fashioned style -- a dark skirt and coat, with what is very obviously a man's overcoat slung over her shoulders. The left sleeve of her coat is tied in a knot at the elbow, and hangs loose below the knot.

She appears to be somewhere in the oxygen garden, judging from the foliage behind her. ]


I did not think to find myself in this place again. Can anyone tell me if a Mister Tillman or a Mister Lensherr are still in residence? Or Bran Stark or Jack Kelly? Or a girl called Chase?
 
 
07 October 2012 @ 09:44 pm
[ get ready for the most exciting post of your lives tranquility because--

this is not it.

instead, you're treated to a riveting fifteen minutes of backpocket cam while derek walks from the lockers up to his room. there's the sound of footsteps mostly, the occasional huff of breath and then the sound of a door opening and closing. riveting, right?

a dresser drawer opens. there's the sound of paper being riffled through, as if derek's checking to make sure everything is in it's place. a few steps more, around and around the room before a mattress creaks. derek makes a noise that's somewhere between a growl and a groan and digs out the comm to realize--

oh, well this is just great.

he glares into the lens for a moment, and then disconnects. proceed about your business, tranquility. ]