oo1-[Voice]

[falsehoods]

[The voice that speaks is calm and even, with a rumbling Nordic accent.]

A vessel of lost souls drifts through the stars and her name is Tranquility. An unfit appellation for a place that so frequently seems to be in a state of dire urgency.

[A calculated pause]

As I am now trapped within these walls, I suppose I should offer my hand: I am Loki, and I will lend my strength and my power to you for as long as I am able. Consider it recompense for the illusions you now see. I was panicked and angry when I awoke and, in my foolishness, I lashed out at my very surroundings. For this, I do apologize, 'twas an honest mistake.

Speak, now! If Loki is to assist, he would know more of the people that haunt these corridors alongside him.

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[birdhousesoul]

[Anders' reply isn't in video communication, but rather, a small text file containing the relevant information - notes Anders has amassed regarding safety aboard the Tranquility, plus any existing date/time/location plans for the Fry-and-Ripley space training classes.

The latter of which, OOCly, isn't available yet. Sorry for that!

The file is attached to a message that reads:]


Here's the information I have. I myself am from a world where flying is best done on griffon-back, and the Void is only a theological concept.

Space safety is truly important. Never, ever try to go outside. Leave the airlocks alone. And always use condoms.

Anders

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[falsehoods]

[It takes him several minutes to figure out how to save the file. And a few moments to just blink slowly at Anders' advice. Midgardian "safe sex" rules seem a bit out of place.]

How illuminating.