[a brief flash of orange as the video turns on before the camera focuses on what looks to be sleeves on a jumpsuit tied around someone's waist. a moment's pause and there is a slight shuffle sound as the camera is brought up to reveal a face.

said face is of a woman of an indiscernible age. young-looking but...who the fuck knows with the way video game timelines work. her brows are stitched together as she examines the device. she looks perplexed, fatigued, and simply displeased with her current state of affairs, and her lips pull down into a pout before the picture blips off.

obviously someone is having trouble with her communication device!

a few seconds later it blips back on, and she still looks a bit disgruntled, but less so. there's a moments concentration and the device is brought closer to her face for a second, and then lowered at what would be reading level for the strange woman.

the tank she's wearing reads APERTURE LABORATORIES and once again, the feed cuts out.

seconds later, there's a bit of text.]

hello?

[her face appears once again, and she seems to be thinking carefully. obviously she is a woman of very little words.]

i won't test.

[ The video clicks on, and there's a lanky blonde, somewhat tall, a bit muscled - for a minute you might mistake him for another particular person on the ship. It's easy to do, for some reason, unless of course you notice the hair first - the hair's actually very wavy and somewhat curled, one long strand hanging down. He does have a resemblance, but his body language is all wrong, lazily propped back against the wall, glancing towards the camera. ]

[ There's also a polar bear. ]

[ Albeit, a very small, rather harmless-looking one. For a second, you hear a voice speaking in soft, accented French, obviously talking to - the bear? Though it stops after a moment, and directs itself to the video. Matthew clears his throat. ]

Excuse me? [ He pauses for a moment, and when no one answers right away he sort of - figures things out a bit! Right, right, so there's a network, this is easier to use than he thought. ]

So, this is the Tranquility, eh? [ He rubs the back of his head and grins. He's soft-spoken, but raises his voice a little. ] And we're in space. If… [ He waves a casual hand around. ] This is any inclination?

[ Alright. He can do this. He's been to space before! - Really! He has. What. ] So, this is Matthew Williams or - Canada, if you'd rather. Sorry, uh. I don't suppose anyone has any aspirin, or anything? My head's been killing me since I got here. [ Never mind all the rather crazy, insane things he's been told by the people around him. It's enough to give anyone a headache. ]

[Re-l's sitting in her room for the moment, her hair pushed back and finally clean of all of that disgusting goop from the jump. She fixes the camera with a level stare. She doesn't want to necessarily frighten any of the newcomers but she also doesn't want to coddle them. They need to get used to their new situation.

She leans back against the wall behind her and settles her hands across her stomach.]

It's been some time since the jump, so I guess it's appropriate to welcome the new arrivals. I know it's probably been a rough twenty-four hours for you so far...so I'm going to try and keep this brief.

You've probably been told by now that you're on the ship Tranquility. You've also probably been told that there's no real way to get home that we know of. Rest assured, almost all of us want to return to our home worlds. The moment someone figures out how we can leave, you'll be made aware of it.

[That should cover the first round of questions, but--]

While you're getting settled, you can have a look at this. It should be able to answer any of the preliminary questions that you may have. The information is fairly up to date. [Though she imagines there will be several more questions and critiques that will need to be addressed.] It's bare bones, I know, and I'm open to suggestions on how to improve it.

[She sits up a little better for her next statement.]

Several people here, myself included, want to make sure that everyone settles in as best they can. It's going to be difficult; that's something I can promise you. But we are going to do everything in our power to make sure everyone's accommodated. [A pause.] You're not alone here.

If you ever need anything, you can contact my comms device or you can approach me directly, if no one else. [She raises her head just a little, almost in a gesture to assert her authority, though she has very little of that to speak of.] My name is Re-l. Welcome to the Tranquility.

[The video feed clicks off.]

( Encrypted to the Team, Dean Winchester, and John Watson // 95% Unhackable )


( Private Text to John Watson )

( Encrypted Video to Ward and Resnik | 95% Unhackable )

Hey!

[There is a pause at this point. He's feeling awkward and looking awkward as well. He's also looking somewhat naked, though it might just be the lack of collar. (No, he's just wearing underwear and a pair of boots but is otherwise fairly naked, 'cause...)] Uh...does anyone here know how to sew?

My... [What noun could describe the skin tight things they have to wear?] ...clothes didn't exactly come with a tailhole. The only thing I have to cut one with are these. [And at this point he holds up a Mage Masher: elegant weapon of doom, thiefy pointy object of choice, crappy for delicate work.]