Good morning, Tranquility.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Doctor John Watson. I, along with a handful of others, represent your medical staff.

Everyone's aware that there's been a recent incident due to the, ehm, machinations of a passenger trying to seize control of the ship.

[ There's a brief tightening of his lips, but he continues on. ]

There were quite a few serious injuries, but I'm happy to assure you that no casualties have occurred.

However, I do feel the need to tell you that we have a problem here in the medbay.

The passenger in question was a non-human individual, and as such had some special needs to be fulfilled. However, we did not have these things on file because the patient didn't feel they ought to inform the medbay of their conditions and did not come in for screening, despite repeated requests over the network and within the new arrival letter. We very nearly lost them.

[ Straightening, tilting his chin up somewhat, jaw flexing before he addresses the feed with some levity. ]

Medbay is here to provide for all passengers in need, not just those that are human. We do not discriminate between any race, creed, or species. All that matters is that you are being provided the best possible care and, to do that, we need to be informed of any and all differences in your biology. We can get this by a simple, painless screening at your leisure or by a simple questionaire, for those of you who are already familiar with the difference between yourself and a human.

Health records are completely private and may only be accessed by the medical staff. It's really important that we be informed of any known health conditions in humans as well. I know some of you out there have been avoiding disclosing any facts about yourself either due to... shame or paranoia or just bad experiences with doctors, and that is natural. However, I'm asking you to consider the alternative: that in a state of emergency, we cannot assist you to the best of our abilities, and that your chances of surviving anything major are slim to none. We have powerful technology and we're all very capable, but we're not infallible.

This was a scare for all of us. While we can make steps toward making sure this never happens again, we also need to plan for the possibility of another crisis scenario.

I'm attaching a form to this message. Anyone who wishes to avoid speaking to doctors need only fill it out and send it to me, 001 - 197. I will put it into the medical archives and erase my device of it after.

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[Ianto straightens his back and clears his throat as the recording begins, smiling politely.] It's come to my attention that some of you on board may be suffering from a bit of caffeine withdrawal. As I'm sure you're all aware, the quality of coffee on this ship is only tolerable at best, and that's only if you count burnt tar as tolerable. But as luck would have it, my locker seems to know me rather too well and has seen fit to provide me with some of the highest quality beans from home.

[He raises up the bag for the camera, looking just a little smug. Yeah, that is an absolutely fantastic medium roast, thank you for asking.]

With all humility, I can tell you all that I can make some of the best coffee you've ever tasted out of these beans, but supplies are limited. So you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. I'm in need of tasteful menswear that will fit me, Hobnobs, good beer, or a good book. I'm also open to other trades if you think I might be interested. We can negotiate on the number of cups depending on what you have to offer.

[Bring it, tranquility. You want this coffee, Ianto wants a goddamn suit already.]

[ along with his map, neal's been working on a calendar of sorts. it's not an exact science, but long practice (and prison) taught him to count the hours accurately. giving some wiggle room for longer days in space-- who knows? it could happen-- he's almost sure there's just a week to put an idea he's been sitting on since the first jump into motion.

but: first things first. he flips on his device, brushing some hair out of his eyes. it's nearly time for a cut-- while being kidnapped into space can excuse a little less than his usual crisp suits everyday, it's no reason to let everything go.

that, and asking for help sets the kind of conversational tone neal likes. everyone likes being able to help, or be owed, or simply know more than someone else. (it's a habit.) ]

Does anyone have any experience cutting hair, by any chance? I'd like to get this-- [ he brushes at the bangs in his eyes, again ] out of my way before we face the next round of seven minutes in blue goo heaven.

...Speaking of that. [ neal leans into the camera just a bit, angling his face to hit the light right. ] If I'm counting right, we have about a week to prepare for it. Is anyone else up for a sleepover? Maybe in one of the common rooms.

[ because maybe, just maybe someone will stay awake long enough to know what the fuck's happening. ] Strength in numbers, and all that.

( text | mildly shielded, enough to catch attention but not to be terribly difficult to break through | addressed to victor lustig )

( ooc | OKAY SO. victor lustig is a famous con artist, known as "the man who sold the eiffel tower". to the cipher neal's using the vigenére cipher. the passphrase is sailing, a reference to lustig's start running jobs on the steamers travelling between paris and nyc. if your character would notice the cipher and know enough about the history of con artists to put together the cipher-- or if they're some kind of coded message/math genius-- go for it, but neal's purpose is fishing for other people in the game.

also here is a quick online translator for the cipher, if your character would reply in kind! )