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[ tranquility, you may remember this woman from her first broadcast or from the various times she's popped up in others. those who know her are aware that you could have either gotten a woman who has barely anything on or someone who looks rather put together in whatever she happens to be wearing. the second option is the one she chooses to show off today, dressed in a white suit, with her hair done up in a deceivingly loose bun. off camera her nails are tapping a steady beat like she's waiting for someone before she finally speaks, her tone rather dry to start off with. ]
Since no one felt like stepping up and saying what I'm certain a number of us have considered, I suppose the task falls to me at the moment. [ she pauses, exhaling quietly before continues. ] For those of you who are new, most of what I'm going to mention makes little to no sense, but the basics for understanding what I'm saying lies in knowing that there is a list of certain individuals on this ship that, for all the geniuses we have present on board, no one has figured out the meaning to. The people on this list vary from those who are from the first jump, 001s if we're going by tattoos to those who came aboard on the sixth jump, the 006s, if we are, again, going by tattoos.
I realize that no one wants to perhaps deal with the ramifications of what I'm about to suggest, but avoiding it may prove to be as damaging as letting it out into the open. [ another pause. ] There are eight individuals from the list that have taken their leave of this ship. Considering the fact that the list is comprised of 38 individuals, that is a bit more than twenty percent of it. A slightly distressing number when we're in rather confined space, if you ask me. I realize that only two of the individuals have officially died, but the other six have disappeared without warning, and though it pains me to say it, I believe you can't confirm that they're dead or alive.
I'm certain some of you have already theorized this in private, but in the interest of disclosure, I believe we should share the theory with the metaphorical class. [ her lips curl into a bittersweet sort of smile and then she says it: ] It's beginning to look more and more like it is a hit list. Or at least a list of the individuals the one we call Smiley doesn't necessarily want on the Tranquility, which considering who is on the list, I must say, I'm slightly concerned.
This is just a thought, though. It's probably just a rather unfortunate coincidence.
[ and then there's this really long pause before irene appears to have remembered something that she had meant to say. ]
Just out of curiosity, has anyone figured out how to charge a phone from home on this ship?
Since no one felt like stepping up and saying what I'm certain a number of us have considered, I suppose the task falls to me at the moment. [ she pauses, exhaling quietly before continues. ] For those of you who are new, most of what I'm going to mention makes little to no sense, but the basics for understanding what I'm saying lies in knowing that there is a list of certain individuals on this ship that, for all the geniuses we have present on board, no one has figured out the meaning to. The people on this list vary from those who are from the first jump, 001s if we're going by tattoos to those who came aboard on the sixth jump, the 006s, if we are, again, going by tattoos.
I realize that no one wants to perhaps deal with the ramifications of what I'm about to suggest, but avoiding it may prove to be as damaging as letting it out into the open. [ another pause. ] There are eight individuals from the list that have taken their leave of this ship. Considering the fact that the list is comprised of 38 individuals, that is a bit more than twenty percent of it. A slightly distressing number when we're in rather confined space, if you ask me. I realize that only two of the individuals have officially died, but the other six have disappeared without warning, and though it pains me to say it, I believe you can't confirm that they're dead or alive.
I'm certain some of you have already theorized this in private, but in the interest of disclosure, I believe we should share the theory with the metaphorical class. [ her lips curl into a bittersweet sort of smile and then she says it: ] It's beginning to look more and more like it is a hit list. Or at least a list of the individuals the one we call Smiley doesn't necessarily want on the Tranquility, which considering who is on the list, I must say, I'm slightly concerned.
This is just a thought, though. It's probably just a rather unfortunate coincidence.
[ and then there's this really long pause before irene appears to have remembered something that she had meant to say. ]
Just out of curiosity, has anyone figured out how to charge a phone from home on this ship?

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In a space like this, he's entitled to take his time. There's nothing that says he has to rush through.
It would make sense, but tell me, if it had started with Kirk and Stark and Spock and everyone else, what would you think? Or what do you think others would think?
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[The idea of the smile taking his time, toying with them. Creepy, but it fits.]
I'd think it was a hit list.
Trying to shake us up.
Get us confused + stupid about it.
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Exactly. You'd immediately jump to the hit list possibility because of how it would be taking out people in positions of power, or at the very least, people with presences that are rather known about the ship.
So to cast off the suspicion you work randomly, make your list include individuals who are unknown or have only a small circle of people associated with them. Murder Hotspur, an important individual, but then murder Mendez who barely anyone knew.
Now tell me would just those deaths make it seem like a hit list or a random coincidence to you?
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If he just wants random deaths.
Cast off suspicion.
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Besides, with everyone on this ship, do you really think the vast majority of us would go with random deaths? Especially with how Hotspur died.
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Or just fucking crazy.
No.
But maybe he's counting on that too.
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I doubt it, it's too risky of a play if you have an endgame you're working toward. Or in general, for that matter.
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On this ship?
Who?
Everything's risky.
He can't know who's getting brought here in advance.
He can't know how we're going to react.
What we're capable of.
But he's fucking with us anyway.
[Unless he did know all those things, and Taylor isn't sure she even wants to consider that possibility.]
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I'm hardly going to reveal that on a public feed. Even to you.
[ Somewhere in that statement is a promise that she'll tell later, but for the moment, it's one of the few secrets she has on the ship and until she has to, she'd rather like to keep it. ]
Unless he does. It's very peculiar how entire packs of people from the same world come here. It's a possibility that bares considering.
As for knowing what we're capable of and how we'll react, trust me, if you study a person, that's not that hard of a thing to do. Remember what I do and how that is a definite plus in helping me. So, he could be fucking with us anyway.
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[She can understand why on that one, or at least thinks she does. If there really was someone like that here, then Irene openly pointing them out wouldn't be safe for her or for Taylor. Even what she had said might have been too much.]
Got enough crazy possibilities to consider already.
Don't need more.
[By which she means she doesn't want more, but it's a petulant complaint. She knows, especially in this, you don't get what you want.]
Meant abilities.
Can't tell those looking at most.
Not if they're not using them.
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One more won't hurt you.
[ there's a gap in between the text she just sent and this one but the comment is one tyke probably expects. ]
Some you can. And even some of the ones where you can't manage to spill their secret eventually. Whether by being forced to or because they merely want to.
Look harder.