[a little fumbling, a nice view of the pad of someone's thumb, vague muttering, and oh-- voilà! there is an old man with a great big hat and a small pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose peering at the camera with a mix of curiosity and hard scrutiny.

forsooth, he speaks:] --my, this interface is extraordinary... Image, sound, and text... Never even considered--

[oh hi. he's talking to himself. realising this, he clears his throat, smiles a little embarrassedly, and directs his gaze not at the communicator itself but at his unseen audience.] Apologies. This technology, though, it's all so advanced. Rivalling even my own, in its own way. [though the way he says it, he doesn't sound particularly convinced... ahem.]

My name is Qilby and, ah, I am an Eliatrope. And no stranger to space travel, for what it's worth. But to tell the truth, I hadn't expected to be on the move again quite so soon.

In any case, I understand we have quite the long journey ahead of us. Seeing as we've got the time, I'd be very interested to hear about all your worlds. Where you've come from, what life was like. Perhaps what you were doing before you... Arrived here. [le tired smile. he doesn't seem to still be groggy from the jump; maybe that's just how he normally looks.] I'm afraid I have nothing to offer in return but my own story, but I'd understand if listening to an old man blather on doesn't sound particularly appealing...

[a pause, and casually, as if an afterthought:] ... And I understand that there are people I may talk to about helping out on the ship?


[ooc: feel free to notice he's chillin' in the common area of one of the passenger's quarters, if you'd prefer action!]

[ Helen had given herself a little time to 'settle in', or at least become a little more familiar with her location before broadcasting anything - that and the more time that past the less disorientated she felt. Hello travellers, have one rather calm looking woman addressing you ]

I've heard as much as is known about where we are, and although I wish that there was more what I do now know is far more helpful than nothing at all.

My name is Helen Magnus. I arrived in the last 'jump' and would like to offer my help in any way possible. I've heard of a shortage in the infirmary but if there is anything else that I could also do please, do ask.

[ The more she can do the more she can learn in her opinion. And she gives a small smile before cutting off the feed ]

Thank you.

So apparently we've had some folks put into squishy meat suits, and we've had some more-- advanced android models come through who apparently are reasonably humanoid enough that they didn't need any ship-based modifications, and those who were probably modified who may not know it yet! And that means those mechanical and electrically based people on the ship need someone to see to their needs!

That also means you need someone with the right skills to keep you in tip top shape. I'm volunteering; robotics [rahbahtics is not how you say that, Megamind] is probably my favorite field, and I've years of experience, both practical and academic! Also, coming to me for your needs makes a lot more sense then those guys down in medical. Because, let's face it, you don't need a surgeon, you need the hands of an engineer.

[Ping! Here's his location of the 'evil lair, or at least the floor it's on, and some other information.]

So, if you're needing help adjusting, need repairs made, need back ups -- I'm the gentleman to help you.

Though, ah, if you have any security software, or other countermeasures-- please let me know before I hook you up for diagnostics... We've already lost one console and putting it back up to rights is a pain in my skinny blue--

--well, you get the idea.

[Raven's already smiling a bit before she even starts her message, because she feels ridiculous, yes. She almost wants to preface with a warning, No This is Not an Attempt to Sound Macho or Intimidating, or anything else other than what it plainly is, but she doesn't. Instead, she'll get right to it.]

So, I've noticed that the boys have managed to pull together a boxing... fighting club to keep active here, but I was wondering if anyone has discovered a basic weight room or the like yet? I've been to the green room (that's what I like to call it, anyway) to go on runs, but I need something more. A means of physical training. Anyone have any luck finding such a place yet?

If not, I'd love to start something a little more female friendly. [Her expression screws up a bit, because even being directly out of the 1960s, she knows how bad that sounds.] Mm, no, not female friendly. That's not what I meant. But something less combat-focused and more core training. If not just so I have something to do other than explore this massive boat.

And don't mistake that for something easy, or something less physically challenging, I just mean less fighting, more ...pure exercise.

Unless of course the fight club wouldn't mind having a female member. That could work for what I'm looking for, I suppose. [... SMUG. Calling you out, sirs. Let's see if anyone bites.] Let me know.


[ooc: leaving for work ..five minutes ago, but i'll be tagging as soon as i get home! yee!!]

[ The communications device is placed haphazardly. Perhaps on a shelf, but regardless the orientation makes it so that video is tilted in a less than pleasing manner. Sherlock and John are both in frame; entirely unaware that the video has them both captured. Sherlock is all jitters and small animations of tension. From the rhythmic taps of fingers to the trouser end of the jumpsuit to the quick paces back and forth in the gaps between John and Sherlock’s bed. ]

I was hoping for more concrete advice. [ A hint of seething; irritation; perhaps desperation. ] I was under the presumption that you had added space into your repertoire, John Three Continents Watson. [ More pacing; his expression turns legitimately confused ] Help me.

[ John sighs - he’s never living down that particular disclosure of information, is he? He rubs at his brow with his thumb, though his eyes follow Sherlock for some of the walk. The communicator in his own hands seems to have been forgotten for the moment. ]

What are you on about? Advice? What are you trying to do now?

I’m not helping you sweet-talk any more women into stealing you things.


( cut due to length. )

[[ OOC: HI GUYS FEEL FREE TO SPAM THIS POST WITH INAPPROPRIATE TERRIBLE DATING ADVICE FOR THE CONSULTING DETECTIVE. THIS GRATUITOUS DISPLAY OF BROMANCE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY JULYA AND EFFY: BROMANTIC PRODUCTIONS. BLUE IS SHERLOCK, BROWN IS JOHN :D ]]

[ Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Kara quickly taps out a text, hoping to gain some form of communication with her ship. ]

starbuck calling galactica

reply

[ Obviously she isn’t getting anything. So a few minutes later, the screen flickers on, and an obviously annoyed looking Kara Thrace is  seen looking into the device, before she finally asking: ]

Anyone know are coordinates? [ a beat ] Or what the frak is going on?

[ she leaves it at that of course, assuming people should know what she is looking for her. ]

[An image is extremely blurred as if the person holding it is shaking like a leaf.]

W-w-oah--

Ah--

[An image of a teenaged japanese boy flashes on screen looking down curiously at the viewer. He has sort of messy brown hair, curled up on both sides with brown eyes. His face suddenly cringes in shock.]

Oh crap! It's already on!

[A little more shaking of the picture till it slowly settles down. The camera has been put on a stable platform, probably  the bureau of the boy's room]

( Where am i ? )

This is Agent Margaret Carter of the SSR. Please respond.

[The feed is a bit crackly and disjointed, with the occasional fizzing noise in the background.]

I repeat, this is Agent Margaret Carter of the SSR. If there is anyone one out there who is part of that organisation, please contact me immediately. I believe I have established a private channel for you to speak to me on.

It seems that I've been taken against my will to a base of some sort. I'm not sure if it's HYDRA but the technology is unlike anything I've seen before.

[Quietly, to herself.] Howard would have a bloody field day here.

[Back to the professional persona.]

Once someone has responded, I'll give you details of a rendezvous point where we can meet to discuss what our next move is.

That will be all.

[The feed ends.]


((ooc: Going out shortly but will tag back when I return :3))