[ a wild spock appears. when the feed begins, it is with acute precision- an absence of wobbling and uncertainty, and he wastes no time with niceties. he doesn't mean to be a jerk. he just comes off that way u_u ]

Greetings Tranquility. I am Spock, at present, tactician of the gunnery crew.

It is my intent to access the recovery of those individuals affected by the yet unidentified biological attack, and to inquire after those who may remain in need of medical attention. I invite you to respond at will.

Further, in light of recent transmissions received to the ship's communal frequency, it appears necessary to reiterate the dangers of traversing the Tranquility's corridors unaccompanied. While theoretically impossible, individuals have become lost and perceive themselves as 'trapped' in varying hallways. It is yet unconfirmed if this is a direct result of the ship itself, or if said individuals have come into contact with mind-altering agents. Any and all persons willing and able to examine further, please present yourself for the formation of study and search parties.

I advise caution to all passengers aboard, regardless.

Spock out.


( filter to ariadne | )

( filter to chase | )

( filter to james kirk | text | encrypted | unhackable | )

...I'm stuck in the hallway.

[Talk about humiliating.]

Where are all the doors?!