[Deep breaths, Lou, deep breaths. He's still practicing this exercise about a split second before the recording begins, shifting his focus to it immediately, superficially ready to laugh and quip at this silly challenge someone has proposed (forced) him to take part in.

It's nothing but pure nerves, he assures you.]

This is... definitely the most fucked up thing I've ever seen.

[There's an exhale, not quite a laugh. See? Nothing but nerves.]

I guess I'm supposed to say hi now.

Hi. I'm the new guy.

... I think I lost someone's cat.

(ooc: disorientation = Lou doesn't remember the cat is actually his. And madam Cambridge is going to find it! Feel free to run into a man carrying around a small dead cactus and a pack of cigarettes, if you want to go for an action thread.)

[Potentially dangerous to put her face on some weird, public network. Text is too impersonal. Audio, it is.]

So far, here's what I know...

We're on a ship. In space? A bunch of new people showed up a few days ago and this is not the first time it's happened. This place is RIDICULOUSLY huge and probably way easy to get lost in. No one's 'left' yet. There is a major flaw in the whole people-to-ship size ratio that's got me mighty curious and also hella suspicious with a side of concern.

Some kid named Dave likes swords and apparently I should call him sweetcheeks.

Alien dog-faces don't like when you bash their squeaky toys and also apparently know things about me. Do not want.

There are people here that know more than I do. You dudes wanna start talking? Because I'll be listening. Anyone willing to fill in the gaps for me will be compensated like woah. I'd mainly like to hear the 'why'.

There are many new individuals. There are also those that are not present. Are there numbers available? [ She would prefer specific ones but she's learning that she may not be able to have that

And because she's getting a little used to humans and speech: ] You are on Tranquility. There are few answers.

[ Kirk ]
I require a purpose.