It would seem that the ship is doing things again.

[What, an obvious statement but no hello Russia? He doesn't bother with niceties this time, simply drumming fingers alongside the curve of his jaw, purple eyes shimmering with something entirely too close to excitement to be comforting. He's in his room, the shadows catching at his shoulders, seemingly clinging to the broad expanse. It had been oh so boring lately with nothing happening and only a few people to provoke.]

Black smoke, possession [he laughs] Who would have thought? At least the Tranquility doesn't do repeat performances, that would be such a disappointment. But I suppose if we must be captive at least there's some entertainment provided.

( [FILTERED TO NATIONS; 75% UNHACKABLE] )

[That said he leans forward and switches off the feed, letting his smile spread wide as soon as the screen blanks. It would seem the fun's just starting.]

[ WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK or not because Hotspur is way too worried for his mortal soul to be whistling right now. With the sleeves of his jumpsuit pushed all the way up to his biceps he wields an angle grinder in one hand and a roughly-sawn (or roughly-angle grinded, as the case may be) length of iron in the other. He flexes the arm with the metal in his hand, showing the bright grey serrations where the angle-grinder has sliced through the bar exposing fresh, raw metal beneath. ]

[ He's never been a particulary quiet man when it comes to talking - Hotspur's got the kind of voice that's been perfected over the generations via military parents and grandparents bawling at recruits on parade grounds and putting the fear of the Gods in to the enemies on battlefields - but now he sounds worried and hoarse. ]

Get to a purple elevator and head down to the shuttles if you need a place to hide out. There's freshly-cut iron all over the place down here, and plenty of it...

[ He twists the comms device to cast the video feed over the bank of purple elevators that mark the entrance to the cargo bay and shuttle decks. Stretched across the doors of each elevator is a mesh of iron chains - liberated from their usual employment as cargo nets - broad and loose enough to allow access if you haven't recently picked up an demonic aversion to iron, but otherwise blocking access for any of the possessed. Off-screen Hotspur sounds a little uncertain as he adds: ]

I'm reckoning that should do the trick. Right?

[ Casting the angle-grinder aside with a noisy off-screen clatter Hotspur takes his comms device with him as he parts a swathe of iron chains and enters a waiting lift. Personally, he's not going to stick around in the cargo bays whilst there are imperiled souls needing a morally good bloke with a stick of metal and a blisteringly earnest belief in the existence of the Old Gods of Earth to lend a hand. Providing a safe space to fall back to was a good start, but Hotspur's already starting to warm to the idea of hitting something ~in the name of goodness~ or whatever... and he hopes other people are too. ]

Starbuck, you around? Grab something big and iron-y and meet me by the purple elevator in passenger deck zero-zero-one.

[ End feed. ]

[ OOC: FOR THE RECORD he totally realises that telling people to take purple elevators to safety will make any purple lift a bit of an easy target SOoooo he is going to be defending the purple lift leading from passenger deck 001 until he gets any other bright ideas! ]

Hey, see all this crazy shit going down? Guess what-- we're apparently nicely secured down here in the shuttle bay thanks to my buddy Hotspur. It's a big area, so we can fit a good amount of people, and numbers are good! But you know what's also good? Not having everybody in the same place waiting for the demons or whatever those things are to get find a way to, I don't know, open the airlocks from someplace else or something and kill a ton of people.

If you can't find another safe space or a space you can make safe, come on down. If you can hole up elsewhere, do that! Find it and sit tight. Listen to that Dean guy, he talks like Shepard some of the time. Otherwise? I got a deck of cards, some snacks, and a shuttle with some crappy seats for you to sleep on if you're close by and need a safe space.

[You're not sick of this guy's face yet? That's lucky! You're going to be seeing a lot of him over the next few days. This time around he looks a little wilder around the edges, the post-exorcism adrenaline yet to drain away and leave him tired. Exorcism number 2 wasn't as satisfying as he wanted it to be but that doesn't mean he doesn't recognize the feeling heavy in his blood. The familiarity of serving a purpose. Suddenly he looks so much more alive than usual.]

When I said contagious... [He doesn't think he was lying, exactly. Just a poor choice of words...]

The black smoke? Demons. We got a demon problem on the ship. None of us have time to sit here and debate the how they got here or why. You just need to know a couple of things.

One. Don't panic and whatever you do... don't use physical force against a demon if you see one. Contact me or Cas and walk the hell away. Those people they're possessin'? The ones they call meatsuits? They're still alive in there and any guns or knives or anything you do to them ain't gonna hurt the demon. You're just gonna kill one of your shipmates.

Two. Iron and salt. Invest in some. Take yourself to your room and make sure you've got a line of salt covering the door. No demon's gettin' past that. They can't cross iron either. Shuttle bay's a good place to head. Hotspur's already got it locked down with iron as far as I can tell.

Three. [This is where he pauses and starts to adapt his tone to something even more authoritarian than before. This is where the potential for chaos is ramped up a notch.] I have no idea how many there are but they'll be workin' to turn us against each other. You suspect someone of being a demon? Say 'Christo' to them. You see black eyes and panties in a twist and you got yourself a demon. Unless you've performed an exorcism before you're going to want to call me or Cas and yeah... Walk away.

[He trails off here and knows this is already longer than he wants it to be. He just wants to arm people with the information they might need before he gets around to exorcising all of the demons.]

Four. Be careful. Watch each other's backs. ...you feel like volunteerin' to help? Come see me.


[And now a little message for all the demons he knows will be reading this message too:] You demons? You got until I catch up with you and then you're gone. Every last one of you sons of bitches.

Okay. Can I--can I just have a minute, here?

[HI NETWORK IT'S WHEATLEY. No video today, but the agitated edge to his voice makes it pretty clear he's got his panties in a twist. Are you ready to find out what, exactly, is twisting his panties? No? TOO BAD.]

Show of hands, please. How many of you are, ah. Concealing...or--or harboring something potentially dangerous to yourself and/or others? Mostly others. Because I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting a little sick and tired of everyone HIDING THINGS, only to have those things show up out of flipping nowhere to TRY AND MURDER US.

First, okay, first, we've got that bloke who ran around wanting to eat everyone else. And he gets caught, which is all well and good, except the people who fancy themselves in charge think we don't have a right to know who he is! And--AND they expect us to help him out, even. Yeah, okay. Am I the only one who sees a problem with this?

Now Mister Big Shot Security Guy is being all vague about some kind of disease, except, oh, SURPRISE, it's not a disease, it's a demon infestation!? And--and Coffee Boy over there knew for god knows how long and only speaks up now? What is WRONG with all of you!?

Do you--do you see a pattern here? It's not the ship that's going to get us, in the end. It's all the stupid little secrets you lot are keeping. Absolutely ridiculous.

WHEN are you going to REALIZE that we need to TALK ABOUT THESE THINGS before they get out of hand and start KILLING PEOPLE? You humans are impossible, honestly, this does not need to be difficult!

I mean, Jenna, yeah? You remember; bled all over the network. She's a--a vampire, or something? But she came right out and told us, explained where she's getting her, uh. Sustenance, and now we know. Bam, problem solved. Everyone should take a page out of her book. In fact, let's clear the air, right now. If you are aware of any kind of danger, from home or otherwise, or think something might become a problem down the line, share it with the class. Now's your opportunity.

I'll start. When that murderous computer-woman from my world landed here, I warned you. She's gone, now, by the way, as far as I can tell, but the point still stands. I didn't sit on my hands and wait for Her to start picking us off. Gave the heads-up right away.

Here's another thing that's good to know, while we're all coming clean. There's a dangerous mute--well, no, she's not mute, she was lying--there's a dangerous, not-so-mute lunatic on the loose, and she's got one of my things and I would really like it back I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING TO THIS, LADY, DON'T PRETEND YOU AREN'T.

[Thank you, Megamind, for teaching her these codes.]

Captain. [Deep breath.]

I have a request. I am certain you are well aware of the current situation regarding the ship and our...guests. I would--

Like to petition for Megamind's release from the brig. He's a sitting duck and I just-- [Her composure is starting to crack.]

Please. Let him out, I'll take responsibility for anything he does but you can't leave him alone down there.

...Please.

[see Chell

see Chell sitting on her bed in her underwear, with a solved Rubik's cube in hand.

see Chell vaguely grinning in a really creepy, somewhat uncharacteristically manner.]

Found my voice, guess I should tell you the truth.

[SHE'S SPEAKING A LOT BETTER THAN LAST TIME. and the camera's angled in a manner where you can barely tell that her eyes are pitch black.]

There was once a woman who only wanted her freedom, and there were two AIs who just wanted to watch her test all day. Then, that Lady rebelled, she wanted to have a life outside of a facility, she wanted nothing to do with science and neurotoxin and Itches and turrets and buttons. And that's when these AIs wanted her dead. One of them's gone back to where She belongs, the other one's still here. You might know him.

[her voice lowers into something more sinister sounding, as though trying to mimic someone else's voice. she turns the Rubik's cube over in her hands, staring at it absentmindedly.]

He's not just a regular moron. He's the product of the greatest minds of a generation working together with the express purpose of building the dumbest moron who ever lived.

And you have him on your ship, making whoever listen to his ideas morons themselves.

Don't feel bad, it's not your fault. That's what he was designed for.

[her voice go back to whatever her normal voice is, and she looks at the camera now, eyes flickering]

So Wheatley, why don't you tell everyone how you tried to murder me after I helped you. How you promised me my freedom and turned on me once you got a taste of all that power. How you almost destroyed the entire facility thanks to your stupidity. How your apologies mean nothing because you deserved to be tossed out into space, and that if given the chance you'd probably do it all over again.

Oh, and how does it feel being the one thing you always hated? Human. One of the smelliest humans on the ship, might I add.

[she purses her lips THIS IS REALLY UNCHARACTERISTIC OF HER in case the extreme amounts of talking aren't obvious enough. she looks off-camera again, still turning the cube in her hands.]

And it's Chell, by the way. Not that you deserve to know.

[ quinn is looking directly into the camera. her short pink hair is pulled back into a rather messy ponytail and she looks serious - she also looks pale. her head is spinning, she's still trying to process what blaine told her - that the last thing he remembers with her was that she was hit by a truck and was in the hospital.

she thought she had it figured out. people arriving from different times, it explained why she and santana remembered different things. but now it seems so much more complicated, and it makes her head and her heart hurt. is that her future? is she going to go back home some day and get hit by a truck?

oh god, what if she's dead? or she's going to die? despite her emotions her voice is perfectly even when she speaks, and her face expressionless. there is no way she's going to let on what's going on in her head. no way. ]

I guess it's about time I posted, I'm Quinn I arrived here a month or so ago - and there is something I'd like clarified. People from the same worlds arrive here from different times, right? How exactly does that all work? [ beat. ] Is that future set in stone?

[ filtered to santana - 90% HACKABLE ]

[ this is the part where quinn's face crumples a little bit. because she can't hold it in anymore. this coupled with everything else, even things back home - it's all to much. ]

San? Can...can you come over? I...I'm in my room... Please?

[ don't cry quinn, come on. don't. cry. ]



{ ooc: backdated to an hour or so after this. and hackers go right ahead, quinn is an emotional teenager who can't be bothered with these sorts of things. }

In the spirit of sharing things . . .

[He gives a little sigh and tiredly rubs at his face.]

Many of you know what werewolves are, whether they are simply myths or actual reality for you. For those who don't, however-- werewolves are people who, during the full moon, change into wolves. Rather self-explanatory, I know. If someone is bitten by a werewolf while they are in their wolf form, they too become a werewolf. As far as I've heard, it's the same the world over. 

Where I come from, however, there has been a cure developed-- not to remove the curse entirely, but to subdue it. It so happens I found the ingredients in my locker a few days ago. 

[He stares at the camera firmly.]

Should anyone need it, or would like to try it-- I will not ask you to reveal yourselves. I don't believe anyone should be forced into revealing who or what they are, should they not wish to. But my room-- and the potion-- is always open to any who might want to try it.

This also means, however, that during the full moon, I am not dangerous. I'd appreciate anyone suddenly deciding they fancy themselves monster hunters to curb that urge; there is no need for it.