[ Bonjour, salut, ciao members of the Tranquility. Today you’re in for a special treat: France has finished his metaphysical contemplation regarding his presence amongst others on the ship and he’s in the mood to share. ]

[ To all who may be viewing, the screen flashes on to reveal France, sitting amongst the gardens, stroking his chin lightly as he smiles at the device before him. He seems to have finally found a way out of that awful jumpsuit without ditching the idea of clothing altogether. Currently he’s sporting a beret, a black v-neck sweater and a pair of glasses that if you look closely, have no lenses. Fucking hipsters. ]

Hello, my dear friends. We have all been together for some time now, have we not? And in this time imprisoned aboard this vessel, what is it that we have learned? We have all asked many questions, most pertaining as to of why we are here, how many of us are here, how is it that we discover a way to return to the worlds we truly inhabit. A few of us have even toyed with what will be my conclusion in broadcasting this message, but I have heard none of you ask another very important question: how are we supposed to live aboard this ship?

( Ah, so-- )

[Looks like someone forgot to make this audio only. Looks like someone is feeling a little tipsy...

... Looks like KENZI is sitting on the floor of a hallway, staring at camera like it's something she's never seen before.]

This boat SUCKS MONKEY BALLS! I mean it literally... just-- it ... if it had a mouth. Monkeys would sit-- on the...


Monkeys are douches.


[She looks up, confused, and rubs at her eye] I don't remember where I put my bed... or my Bo. You guys-- you are so lame. And I can't-- WHERE is my fucked up guardian angel-dog-sword-guy? Or the cute kid. And the other kid. And the one with the sunglasses INSIDE! You don't need sunglasses inside SPACE, Robin!

[The feed cuts when she drops the device.]