[Good evening, Tranquility. Or perhaps it's mid-morning, or the day hasn't been particularly good. Either way, there's a Wraith - or at least a Wraith from mid-chest and upward - staring down his nose at the comm device's camera.]

[Try not to panic. It's too much of a hassle to deal with.]

It would seem that even though so many humans here are of Earth, so few of you are familiar with each other. As an outsider, I can only wonder why this is. Even if your histories have branched out into several different timelines, there should be a common thread, a shared event in the distant past. There should be something that you share besides your humanity.

I cannot possibly imagine what this event is, especially if it occurred after the Lanteans returned to your planet ten thousand years ago. I do, however, know of one kind of device that they left behind on a number of planets in your galaxy and in mine. We call it the Portal, and some humans know it as the Ring of the Ancestors. The humans of Earth prefer to call it the Stargate. It is a standing ring made of metal - I believe it is called naquadah in your tongue - two times the height of a man, with thirty-six symbols around its inner edge. Two Stargates may link with one another, allowing one to cross great distances - even the expanse between galaxies - in mere seconds.

[It's a rather simple explanation, but it works well enough to just describe the device. Anyone who's seen it should know exactly what he's talking about.]

In my reality, Earth possessed a Stargate. I must wonder if, in these separated timelines, that other Earths also possessed Stargates. If so, perhaps that common thread among separate realities will have been found.

[ sup, fellow space kidnapees. a considerably more relaxed jenna, here. ]

Okay: so here's a question that doesn't have anything to do with your spaceship related skills or why we shouldn't wander off by ourselves.

If we're all stuck here together-- the together part is key-- doesn't it make sense to get to know each other a little? I'm not saying we need nightly family dinner, but maybe one time so everyone can meet, exchange names, mingle, develop basic connections?

...And make a roster, maybe. Because asking if 'that really taciturn guy I met by the elevator' is okay doesn't have the same ring as a name. [ sup spock. ] And not to be looking at the negative already, but that way people without someone they already know here don't end up slipping through the cracks.

[ she spreads her hands wide and grins, teasingly. ]

So, are we in? Because if we all have to shower together, we should probably have dinner first.

Oh, and one more thing. [ jenna holds up an iPod, waving it a little. ] Can anyone in the science club tell me they can recharge this? I have an almost full battery, but that's not going to last forever. I can trade... I don't know, something for it. We can work it out.


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It's incredible...

[ The video feed of the comm unit jumps to life - a vibrant mess of abundant green flooding the screen. The graphics jumble as she walks, feet a little unsteady on the overgrown soil of the Tranquility's untended oxygen garden. While the camera woman is off-screen, behind the device, there’s a laugh, a bit of disbelieving joy in her voice. An edge of teasing. ]

Whoever was left in charge of this was apparently fired for good reason. It's a mess in here. [ A pause, a bit of awe in her voice ] A beautiful mess...

There’s a lot of work to be done, which I know some of us have already started, but lucky for you I've got a life's worth of experience plus a couple degrees in weed-pulling. Not to say a few extra pair of hands wouldn’t be welcome.

[ She turns the camera to face her, Cory's bright smile taking up the screen. ] My name is Corazon - botanist formerly of the Icarus II. If anyone would like to help tending to this jungle, meet me in the oxygen garden whenever is convenient for you. Mace, Capa - for you it's required.

[ With the laugh in her tone slowly fading, sobering and being replace with a slight hint of unease. ]

The oxygen garden is the heart of this ship. It is our life support. It requires care and attentive hands. [ A pause, and she nods, a hand rested on her hip. ] We can’t have it forgotten like this.

[[ooc; feel free to respond with action or whatever else you please! /o/ FYI, I'll be a bit slow tonight ;; ]]