Third Imprint ⚡ Video

[pitied]

I'd like to start keeping archives of this place. I've looked back on the network somewhat, and I know there isn't any known history of this place, but we seem to be around only a few months into whatever voyage this is.

[She marks something down.]

I am not entirely sure where to start though. If anyone can give me details about anything, including the subnetwork-- I am still trying to understand that as well.

I haven't seen anything, and I suppose maps would be useless. The more information the better.

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[astrogate]

we're on a ship that we are not suppose to be on.
what more would you like to know?

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[pitied]

I've gathered as much. What was here before? I know there is no archives or history, but any pieces that anyone has uncovered would help.

[andblockbuster]

If we'd answered that question, Saunders, we probably would be a lot farther ahead in things than we are right now.

[pitied]

[Flattest look ever.] Thank you for that contribution, Topher. It was so helpful.

[andblockbuster]

I'm just saying. What? Is all your canoodling with Mr. Politician rubbing off on you? The guy oozes sleaze.

[pitied]

Are you stalking me now?

[andblockbuster]

What? NO. God, no. But I may or may not be... keeping an eye on him.

[Because...

Perrin.]

[pitied]

While that's all fascinating, your point of posting here was still useless. Or were trying to gossip to me about him?

Because I like him.

[andblockbuster]

So I'm not allowed to talk to you now?

You... would like him. He's so... Disapproving. [Cringe. That's what he used to say about Boyd. Well, fuck.]

[pitied]

Did I say not to talk to me? [Squinty.]

What? I'm not allowed to like people you don't?

[andblockbuster]

I don't have to contribute to talk to you. And also, that was a valid contribution. No news is still news.

[DAMMIT, CLAIRE.] There was no judgment. I'm sure you two'll be very happy together. Save me some cake at the wedding.

[pitied]

There was no contribution. Even a little girl was more help then you were. [Way to go, Topher.]

You know, the last time you made a joke about me and someone, he turned out to be a psychopath you had to kill.

[andblockbuster]

Chase isn't a little girl.

[OW. PAIN. He isn't responding to that. Just pouting.]

[pitied]

Well still. She was more helpful than you.

[Hit you right in the emotions.]

[andblockbuster]

[LADY, YOU HAVE PROBLEMS.]

[pitied]

Awe, did I upset your feelings? [You nag her, Topher. There is just this utter disdain for you. Maybe it's the way you smell.]

I'd suggest kissing it to make it better, but we all know how that went the last time I tried.

[andblockbuster]

The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

[CALL TERMINATED.

No, seriously. THIS IS WHY IT'S HARD BEING NICE TO YOU, CLAIRECHANS.]

[pitied]

[Was she supposed to be offended by this? Pfft. She has files to file.]

[the_vishual]

There's lists, miss! Lots of them. Not the smiling one, either.

[pitied]

Do you know where they are?

[the_vishual]

Contact Mr. Spock and Jenna Sommers. I think they still have them.

[pitied]

What were they of?

[the_vishual]

Passenger manifestos, whatever we can figure out. Maps.

[pitied]

Manifestos. People have been here long enough to have them?

[the_vishual]

Yes, ma'am. I was one of the first to arrive as well. That was...6 months ago, I believe.

[pitied]

What have you been doing here since?

[the_vishual]

I work in communications aboard the ship. Teach people tech when I have the chance.

Get through the day without people disappearing, hallways stretching.

[pitied]

Do you need to a lot? I work in the medbay now, but my hacking skills are pretty decent. [Enough to hack into Topher's files.]

How is that going? The hallway thing? I don't understand how it works-- I mean I've gotten some information, but in pieces. There's this smiley sending messages and maps?