[ The video post begins blurred, the camera having difficulty catching focus on anything in particular. Vague, peach-colored shadows move across the screen, accompanied by a soft mumbling sound. There are no words in particular, more like exaggerated huffing or quite possibly humming. The noises are too indistinct and mushy to resolve into something definitive.

After a few seconds of this, however, the camera pulls back and finally resolves on the upside down face of a teenage boy. His expression can only be described as comical -- nose crinkled, brow pursed, eyes squinted up with confusion as the pink tip of his tongue pokes out the side of his screwed-up mouth. He continues to make noises as he obviously fiddles with buttons -- a series of huh. huh. huh? following one after the other. Their tone varies in a way that seems to indicate that each little huh means to say something different. Irritation, then curiosity, and then oh wait like this.

Finally managing to get the picture upright, he begins tapping away at things. He now makes another face at the camera -- something halfway between a smile and looking like he has to sneeze. ]

LOOKING FOR:
1 SPACE HOODY
SIZE > L

WILLING TO TRADE FOR:
BIC LIGHTER
STRAIGHT RAZOR
WHISTLE (TWEET TWEET MOTHERFUCKERS)
CHAIN
PADLOCK
IPOD (NO CHARGE, HEADPHONES FUCKED)
NAILPOLISH (YELLOW, OODLES OF THE SHIT)

SEND HELP
OBI WAN KENOBI, ONLY HOPE
BLAH BLAH BLAH

[ Because, clearly. Mouse as priorities when lost in space. ]

[Good morning evening indeterminate-time-of-day, Tranquility! It's yet another vaguely informational post, because you all can't possibly be sick of those yet!

… oh. You are?

Welp, that's kind of unfortunate. Sorry. (On the bright side, the guy making this post is visibly shirtless. You're welcome.)]

So I'm just guessing everyone's noticed by now that all the lifts are color-coded—and that would be fine, if they had actual labels. Which they don't. If anyone's got any ideas which buttons lead to which departments, we might as well start keeping a list and stick it up on the network, just so we don't all get hopelessly lost.

I've got a few of them written down, but honestly, there's a lot of buttons, and I'm not that bored yet.

( list after the jump )

[ooc: the ooc list of labels is here, if anyone's curious. :3]

[Jim's in engineering, you can see the room behind where he sits. he looks a little tired, but his eyes are as bright as ever as he looks into the camera.]

Hey all, Kirk here.

We've been up here for about a week, ship's time, which probably seems like forever and no time at all for most of you. Trust me when I say that probably won't change much. I know a lot of you are still panicking, but we need to keep in mind that the only way we're going to get out of this situation safely is by staying calm.

Anyone still adjusting to their human body should remember to stop by medical. A week is more than long enough to mess yourself up, even if you know what you're doing. [his tone says, trust me, i've been there.]

If the internal clock is anything to go by, we'll arrive at Tansei Station in about 12 days. I know we don't have much with us, but if you're thinking you need something, you might want to consider what you can barter when we get there. There's no telling when our next chance at shore leave will happen again.

[here, Jim glances away, keying something in, and anyone who expressed interest to Resnik and Ward in their broadcast concerning data collection will get a ping before he goes on.]

> open broadcast > attn $data collection team/$resnik/$ward

I've managed to get the chronometer back online, but she won't give me anything outside of a 24 hour count. [so no stardates or the equivalent thereof.] I've been trying to pull up a map of this place for the passed 78 hours but it's like the damn thing never existed in the first place. I'm starting to wonder if a blueprint was even put in the databanks.



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