Justine Florbelle
20 January 2012 @ 12:46 am
Hello? Is this contraption working? I -- ah, alright, it seems to be recording.

Do forgive me if I'm still a little confused, but you see, this is a little beyond my realm of expertise; and that, in itself is new to me! So, a question, if someone would be so kind...

Where am I, exactly?

[backdated to yesterday, by the by!]
 
 
The Meta, formerly Agent Maine
20 January 2012 @ 07:12 am
[Meta couldn't take it anymore. The news he'd been seeing on the network was wholly disturbing, and he's probably dented a few walls so far in his fits of rage. If text could be desperate ...]

SEEKING ANY AND ALL INFORMATION REGARDING AI, AI SYSTEMS ON THE SHIP, AND AI INHABITANTS. ARE THEY ALL HUMAN/HUMANOID. CAN ANY STILL BE INTEGRATED INTO OTHER SYSTEMS.



JOHN WATSON. WAS TOLD TO CONTACT YOU.
 
 
Claudio Kilgannon
20 January 2012 @ 10:39 am
[His voice is clear but careful, unsure about using this system yet]

So I get that there are robots who are human here, and aliens who are normal, humans who are from other planets or timelines, time travlers, space travlers and what have you. None of that is really all that surprising I suppose. While talking to someone else though... I just got to ask. How many of us got some weird supernatural powers?

[There is a bit of a pause before sighing in a bored like tone and asking:]

Also, some advice on things to do around here? That would be great because I need something to work on. What do you do on this ship to keep busy?

[Added a few minutes later]

What's the computer system like on this tub? Anyone had any success getting into it?
 
 
Eames
20 January 2012 @ 10:44 am
so many bright and shining new faces all ready to be just as confused and lost in space as we are. the more the merrier

misery loves company especially in the vast expanse of space
for anyone else closer to the 21st century it really isnt as exciting as everyone makes it out to be. would much rather be on a cruise ship

how is it decided who gets pulled onto this damn thing anyway
id like to know what my chances were
i did a fair amount of gambling back home but if getting thrown here was some one in a million chance perhaps i shouldve invested more in the lottery.

voice // filtered to arthur; )

voice // filtered to arthur and ariadne; )
 
 
 
【Rey】
20 January 2012 @ 03:37 pm
"People really like to ask their open-ended questions around here, don't they? Where we come from, what we did, who we are and what we can do..."

[For someone who doesn't know how to answer any of these -- it isn't something that Rey has been able to wrap her head around.]

"You're a very nosey bunch."

[Feeling like some are a little invasive? Maybe.]
 
 
( ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ) ᴄᴀᴘᴀ.
20 January 2012 @ 04:40 pm
[ Good afternoon, Tranquility. Those of you who have been here for more than one jump will recognize Dr. Robert Capa. He was one of the first faces on the Network following the incident that brought the first of the passengers here and it's very possible you've seen him around the ship. Now that Corazon has gone, he's become something of an off-again, on-again fixture in the oxygen garden. He is also one of the two astrophysicists that are part of the science team and can often be found in the company of the little girl named Chase or with his head down, doing calculations on a tablet from home. It's quite possible he's trained you — somewhat awkwardly — on some of the safety protocols of space travel.

If you're new, then this is an unfamiliar face, though it seemed to be all over the place on the day of the second jump. In the Medbay, in the locker room, checking names and running food to people going over the lists. Being awkward (this is an on-going theme).

When the video clicks on he gives something of a wince that, upon further reflection, is actually meant to be a very brief smile. Then a nod and then he speaks, his voice even and his tone matter-of-fact. He's not an automoton by any stretch of the imagination (his shoulders are far too slumpy for that) but the overall sense he gives off is one of calm.
]

I— [ Hm. ] I suppose, I should welcome all of our new passengers. I'm not really the part of the official welcoming crew and that's a good thing, trust me. But for those of you who have woken from stasis for the first time— [ An inhale, an audible exhale. ] —welcome.

I'm Doctor Robert Capa. Originally of the international space mission Icarus II. I serve as a physical science officer— here, on the Tranquility. Astrophysics, specifically. Now, I know a lot of you have questions. Questions that I'm sure Captain Ward and Chief Engineer Reznik would love to be able to answer. [ Okay, that might be a lie. ] There are those of us who are working to find those answers for you, but answers take time, so— A little patience and a little insight, if you have any, would be appreciated.

For some of you, this'll be your first time in space. I highly recommend you speak to me or to passenger Re-l Mayer, and we can see to getting you trained up. Nothing complicated — just the basics. [ A pause. Capa takes the opportunity to run a hand across his face, specifically his chin, the stubble scraping audibly there. ] One of the hardest things about being in space is the fact there is no night and day here. Your circadian rhythmns will be greatly affected if you don't take the time and the effort to regulate yourself.

Now, some of us— [ Capa lifts an arm to reveal a watch (analogue) around his wrist. ] —are used to a 24 hour solar cycle. Those of you who have watches, I suggest you maintain them, even if — technically — those particular patterns no longer have context or meaning. As it currently stands, those of us who do have watches have synchronized them for the sake of consistency. It's— it can be helpful.

For reference's sake— [ He looks down at his watch now, still speaking. ] It will be 4.27 in the afternoon in three. Two. One. [ When he looks up again, he nods once. ] Officer Spock, could you please open a secure channel for the following individuals? Capa out.

[ LOCKED FILE ATTACHED: INCIDENT_report.txt ]
file contents. )

[ ENCRYPTED HAIL TO: WINCHESTER, DEAN. ]
message to: WINCHESTER, dean. )
 
 
John Tillman
20 January 2012 @ 09:22 pm
[There's a long pause before anything is said, but then: a quiet, male voice, hoarse from disuse.]

Angie. Delia. If you're here...

Just. Hold on. I'll find you.

[Tillman is well aware that his voice will probably be recognized and that his location can probably be discovered by hacking his device, but the message is important to him, so he posts it anyway.]

Ooc: Action tags welcome! Tillman is currently prowling around the cargo bay.
 
 
ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ
20 January 2012 @ 09:50 pm
Anybody else feel like solving puzzles ain't the most fun you can have on a spaceship? [Sorry, puzzle club, but Dean doesn't appreciate your idea of fun. The question doesn't really require a response from any of you, either. Clearly the answer is absolute agreement.]

Me 'nd Jim got to sparrin' every so often. Fights're to keep in shape. [Though there's now a list of douchebags he thinks need handing their own asses.] Couple rules to fight by, mostly 'cause Jim didn't want me to break his pretty little face. [A joke. Banter, as a certain English asshole Dean knows would put it.]

Anybody else interested? We can organize somewhere to host this little party if other people who want in.
 
 
weѕley gooвer
20 January 2012 @ 11:16 pm
[The feed opens on one of the all too familiar passenger rooms. While it may technically be his though, it isn't where he's been staying. But it'll do for what he has planned now; namely making his presence known. He's done with having to keep his head down. If there's someone on this ship who's out for his blood, here he is, a sitting duck.]

Okay, fine. I get it, alright? This is me buying in to this shit. Happy now?

[... No, he isn't entirely sure who that's aimed toward. Don't mind him. He's just pissed off, tired, and still feeling like he needs to puke up his insides. And it isn't all down to the grav couch. Thank a certain other arrival's existence on that one.]

So does somebody want to tell me where I go to hitch a ride home? I've got shit to take care of, and being stuck a billion miles...lightyears- Whatever the fuck you want to call it -away from Earth really wasn't factored in to my plans.

[Not that there's a real plan to mess up though. Oh well. Please ignore all the posturing. Really, this is a welcome break from his life back home.]

How about a drink? There's gotta be some kind of alien bar here. What good's the future if you can't have alcohol?

[There's a lot more questions on his mind, but, priorities. So instead, he's just going to cut off there. Much easier.]
 
 
Roderich Edelstein || Republik Österreich
20 January 2012 @ 11:38 pm
[Video flickers on to an unusually happy-looking Austria. His hair looks a bit off from its usual waves. It's not quite at its natural straightness (don't you dare tell anyone) but it looks like it's been rather haphazardly put back into place. And although the camera is too close to his face to see it in his hand, it's clear from the little vertical trail of smoke to the right of his face that he has a cigarette.

There's also some sort of... no, that's definitely not his mole, his mole is still there. There's some sort of gash on his lip. .... Possibly from teeth. And not his own.]


Gun Moang! ♪ It has been a while since I've used this thing other than a few little messages here and there, hasn't it? I have come into contact with some new people from my world, but I understand there are other new arrivals as well. Welcome! You may call me Roderich, but in fact I am the nation of Austria. I suppose a welcome is the least any of us can do; it's not exactly the most ideal of situations, is it? But we make do with--

[And there's now a Hungary peering over his shoulder, snaking her arms down his front to hang off of him for a moment. Also smoking. Austria rolls his eyes with a smile, at first. Then does a double take when he realizes she's still not wearing anything.

She gets a terrified, pleading glare. And flounces away. Don't worry, his shoulders covered most of it. His face is pretty damn red now, though, and after collecting his thoughts for a moment, he breathes, and ... chuckles, actually. And continues with a wide smile.]


As I was... trying to say. I had seen a few messages regarding socializing, and I thought: wouldn't this be a grand time to make a cake?

[That wide smile. It's um. That thing split open now. Bleeding.]

I do so enjoy making cakes, and I would love to bake a few for my fellow reluctant passengers! I was wondering if any of you had any favorites or suggestions

[oh my god how can you not taste it Austria]

and perhaps I can even learn some new recipes! We have such

[down the chin]

a diverse community here and I am looking forward to maybe trying some sweets I've never tasted before. From another planet! So many possibilities.

I look forward to your reply and have a splendid day.
 
 
36411- ᴛʏᴋᴇ × ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ᴋᴇᴇ
20 January 2012 @ 11:51 pm
[Taylor has been an absent face for quite a while now. Caught out sneaking onto Tansei Station and kept in the brig, but she's free in the aftermath of the second jump, and has found herself completely alone. She'd left her dog with Jennie, and Jennie is gone, and while it's possible she took Chubbs with her, Taylor doesn't think that's how it works.

She looks tired, pale skin and dark circles under her eyes, none of it helped by Tranquility's harsh lighting. The most noticeably unkempt part of her though, is her hair. Bleached, but has evidently grown out, two-thirds blonde and one-third black. But despite all this, there's still a sharp anger in her eyes.]


I want my dog back. Someone in this place has got him, or seen him, and if any one of you fuckers has harmed him I will make you hurt for it.

[Threat made, some of the energy of it seems to drain out of her, and she scraps a hand back through her hair before making a face, reminded.]

And I guess it'd be too much to ask that we'd have a chemist mixed in with all the doctors and astrophysicists. Or if there's some spaceship bleach around here I can pour over my head.

[A sharp exhale. No one's going to care about her hair, she knows. She isn't even sure why she cares about it.]

Fuck.