[A wild Sam Winchester appeared! He looks better off than last time, by far... currently, he's just a bit restless.]

Hey, uh-- Tranquility. [There's a weak smile, because it's bizarre addressing everyone on their space ship home. Space ship. Home.]

I was wondering what people usually end up doing in their free time here. Y'know, when they're not... dealing with hallucinations.

[He's referring to the fear gas, though he has quite enough delusions to deal with on his own, Thank You Very Much.]

Anyway, I was thinking more along the lines of jobs. Anything I can help out with, let me know.

[ No video this time, because Erik is paranoid as fuck in the aftermath of pretty much everything. And hearing from the smiley face thing Stark pointed out initially does nothing to cure that paranoia. It takes him a while to put together the list, but it's the poem itself, that Erik recognized as familiar. Being from the sixties means he doesn't quite manage off to solve the technology aspect just yet, but he'll get there in due time. ]

Cliched poetry, [ He says, sarcastically as possible. ] like our stay here wasn't any more pleasant than it was initially.

No doubt our friends are hinting at a means of cooperation amongst us. Its implication is not one I'm fond of.

( text: private/filtered to mutants/allies )


[ ooc: ICly shortly before Neal's post because I'm slow. Also filter is open to basically anyone with positive/decent experiences with Erik; if you've talked to him, you're on it. ]

[He's back in the music hall. Listen, he's got fond memories of the music hall, even if he's still pretty mad that Balthier jacked up his piano in the name of revenge. That's what he's working on at the moment, but-- really, it's probably not going to play again anytime soon. Oh well. There are some electric keyboards here, but it's not the same as a piano, okay.]

[He works because it's soothing. He likes to work with his hands. Keeps his mind busy, and belies that he is actually a teensy bit nervous about the list business. But he'll never let them see him sweat. He's a goddamn supervillain.]

Let's cut to the chase.

Yes. Theres a list and certain people are on it. No, it's not complete. No, we don't know who else is on it. Yes, a lot of people are wetting their jumpsuits over it and what it might mean. Personally, I think were it not ranked by our little prison codes [he taps his arm] I would be at the top, because it is obviously a list of awesome.

...or horrible doom, one or the other.

Either way, while you're all scrambling to make your heavily encrypted posts and pretending there's not a bunch of hackers out there sniffing around your encryptions I'd like to point out that doing that is proooooobably the panic our red friend wants to leak.

[he sits back, spreading his hands, screw driver twirled between his fingers.] I mean, do you really think this isn't a game? That he's not enjoying watching you all panic and tear at your hair while he sits back and enjoys the chaos? It's what I'd be doing, if I wanted to sow dissent in the crew I wanted to keep too distracted to be unified. I mean, this is a classic villain tactic. Trust me -- it's what we do. We make you worry and cry and wonder, and while you're all busy looking at each other, we walk off with -- whatever we're walking off with. Man, I remember-- well, never mind. Roxanne can tell you all about the Blame Thrower - man, I have never been so happy to have a Douglas Adams book in the prison library. Gave me some great ideas! 

Anyway. Our red friend has said that nothing is off the record. So maybe while you good guys are all busy worrying about what people are going to think of the list -- which includes at least one ex-con and mutineer, yours truly -- I should remind you: We all have numbers and we're all on a list somewhere. Like our ill planned passenger manifests; I can name at least five people off the top of my enormous head that were making lists; powers, skills, affiliations... and people got their jumpsuits in a twist over those too. Heck, I had my own threat lists when I was mutinying. Which ones of you were dangerous. Which ones of you weren't. The former list was pretty short, but even I misjudged who belonged on it. [Thanks, Kara.]

So: Lists. We're on them. Nothing's really changed, except we found out someone who isn't one of us is keeping one. So, back to business as usual, right?

Speaking of business as usual: I'm even more excited to get to our engineering field trip now! Captain Kirk, Commander Spock, I'd like to invite along Isaac Clarke and Tali - you guys want to get to that sooner as opposed to later? The more we find out, the better off we are.

[ Chase does not look comfortable. Not spooked, per se, but when the video flickers on the little girl looks tired. Less burdened and more concerned.

This is something she genuinely doesn't know the answer to. ]

Hello, everyone--I regret to be the one to point this out.

[ A beat--she's worryingly playing with the paper bow tie she's made ever since the Doctor disappeared, and with a lick of her lips she's speaking again, eyes darting down to something on her lap. ]

It's funny. This list--it's amused. Laughing at us. I don't--I don't like it. And that's not everyone on the list. It's a fraction of it.

But the laughter. It's ringing in my ears and they're so, so, giddy.

 [In a sea of panic, in a sea of blind finger-pointing, and mystery-solving, and hackers hacking, and people screaming, and red text being creepy.

There is one man

who still believes

in alcohol.

Which is to say that Haymitch has limped his way to the kitchen, found himself some vodka and poured himself a drink. Not that you can see this if you're just listening in on the network, hunting down any clues. But if you wanted a cryptic message.

Well. You're getting one.]

Waste of time.

[Panem Filter]

Any of you still alive?

[ It wasn't hard to figure out; the name of the poem as the password, then the message written in Morse code. Deciphered, a list. Glancing over it, there's not a single person listed that he knows or particularly cares for -- either he simply hasn't bothered to find out who they are, or they're of no interest to him -- but, near the bottom, a series of numbers matches that on the arm of one Peter Petrelli.

It's possible that's he's already aware, but just in case he isn't: ]

( private: peter )

Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

Anyone injured or still suffering side effects from the fear gas should check in with medical. Scans are showing the gas is out of the ship's circulation now, but we can never be too careful. For anyone wondering, we do have a suspect in custody, but he's currently recovering from a high dosage of the toxin.

[he pauses, a clear indication that he's changing topics.]

We all knew we were being watched. Despite this recent information, nothing's really changed. Nevertheless I encourage everyone to stay alert and try not to travel alone. This thing is trying to make us nervous, lets try not to give it what it wants.


( filtered message to: Enterprise Crew, Re-l, Chase, John, Sherlock, Natasha, Kasumi, Dean || eta 'Nick', Jack Harkness, Ianto, Magneto, Raven, Megamind, Roxanne, Tali, Hotspur, Isaac Clarke, Tony Stark, Aberdeen || flags to WARD and RESNIK  )

You people sure do know how to have a good time. Teamwork aside, a girl could get used to this.


[Private to Red Arrow]

You might want to watch where you're going.

[HAL's voice isn't the usual pinnacle of polite, non-invasive and slightly emotionless speech it usually is. This time, when he talks, he sounds worn out and tired and a little melancholic, which isn't his normal state in the slightest.]

I thought it would be best to let the network know that I am going to go for a walk.

It may not be the best time, considering recent developments, but I don't think I'll be going extremely far, or for very long. There is still a good chance that I may take longer than a few days to get into contact with the network again, however, and so I wanted to make sure that nobody would worry. I will be perfectly fine by the end of it. I think, in these situations, it's best to take a step back from things and clear your head before re-approaching.

[He's got a very good feeling that he will not be fine at all, but he's ever the people-pleaser, even when he's upset with his life.]

Um. [That's definitely new. But HAL surges on despite the fact that he's not very sure what to say,] If you happen to hear this, Wheatley - I. ...I am very sorry.

[But he doesn't go on past that.]

[ click! as the video feed flickers on -- and here's soysauce looking kind of confused and lost. a slow blink as he confirms that this thing is working properly (he can never be sure, it's nothing like those clunky old phones and radios he's so used to) before he gives a polite smile. ]

Good evening. I hope I'm not being too much of a bother when the mood seems so, ah -- [ what's the word ] electrified.

[ a sheepish sort of laugh as he rubs at his jaw. ]

I'd like to avoid wasting too much of anyone's time, so I suppose I should get straight to the point, which is --

[ and then he rather clumsily manages to bring up the text for:

:) ]

This mark. I'm afraid I've never been very good with fancy machinery and such complicated things, and there seems to be a bit of a buzz about these matters as of late. May I possibly ask what these symbols stand for? -- humor an old man, perhaps?

[ yes he seriously has no idea what smilies are. ]