[oh good morning. have a :| from Jane]

So. I was showering earlier. Has anyone else noticed someone creeping around the showers? Especially when women go in?

Creepy much? Please stop that, whomever you are. I'm not showering to give you your jollies.

[she gives a look, then coughs, and changes the subject]

Also, I noticed something. We didn't get as many new people this past jump as we've had the last few times. That's odd. I wonder why that's the case.

For those who've just arrived, hello, my name is Dr. Jane Foster. I'm one of the astrophysicists on board, and I've been here for four months now, so I've been through a few of the jumps.

Oh, yes, I'm wanting to speak to Jim Kirk, if I may? I have some questions, if you have time.

[ The first thing that can be seen when the feed clicks on is a shitload of green. Then Mason shifts the comm so it's focused on him. ] So, this oxygen garden. How's it work? Is there someone that takes care of it and decides who gets to plant what, or is it more a community free for all? [ He needs to try to plant some Wolfsbane because when it runs out, life is going to suck. Not only for him but for everyone on board. ] And if someone's in charge of it, could somebody tell me how to get a hold of them?






ooc: open to action with whoever might be in/near the oxygen garden!

[After a long battle with hesitation, the Pie Maker finally decided to speak. He felt this intense urge for baking from the moment he laid eyes on this nightmare. Pie baking was a small whimper to the familiarity of home; "stress baking", he would later call it. Definitely not comfortable enough to explore on his own, the untouched urge was driving him into insanity.

Or the fact he involuntarily was cast into this science-fiction film without a proper script, that could be a large factor. Maybe.

NEVERMIND, he's going with the text:]

this is going to sound a bit odd, just bear with me

is there any place aboard that hauls garbage with rotten fruit and foods?