Okay, super freakin' urgent business right here. 

Who knows that pie-making Ned guy and where can I find him? Does he legit make pies, or is this some ironic mob nickname? If it's the latter, I'm probably going to need someone to make sure I don't end up whacked, sleeping with the fishes, or any other euphemism for DEATH BY MOBSTER!

Thanks for your time.

[And the feed opens up to the sound of a sort of annoyed teenage boy.]

Right. I keep forgetting I have this thing. Kind of like a cell phone. Kinda. Anyways, I got all the basic crap explained and everything. Everyone got pulled on this spaceship. No way home. Creepy stuff happens, don't wander the halls alone. All that.

But the thing nobody's really explained to me is why people seem to be from like...the future. Or the past. Or people who should be dead are alive here. And I see some crazy stuff happen at home, but this is still a little weird. You'd think if we were all being pulled from the same world or whatever there'd at least be some consistency.

But let me guess, no one has any answers to that anymore then they do the rest of it. Not surprising, somehow.

[And the feed cuts.]

[It takes a minute for the feed to pipe up, but when it does, it's the older voice that starts a short chat.]

Hey there, Tranquility, I know we're not looking at a full staff by any means, but I figured I'd put my own 'Help Wanted' sign out for everyone to see.

For anyone who doesn't know, the name's Isaac. I'm kind of one of the more vocal people still working over on the Engineering Deck. We've got about... half a dozen people here. Depending on the time of day. Now, if you can't exactly tell from the size of the ship.. that's not exactly "fully staffed".

It's no secret that we still don't know even a good tenth of what we should down here, but considering we're all still trying to get used to the systems - well. You can see where this is going, we need some sort of help.

I've got some basic information and maps I've drawn up that I'm willing to share, and I figure everyone else can work from there, find areas they're comfortable in, and start poking around. And if you can't tell a mainframe motherboard from a terminal motherboard - that's fine too. I can show some basics to that, too.

Let me know if any of you are interested. Clarke out.

( [25% ENCRYPTION - OPR � 001 � 033: KIRK, JAMES T.] )

( [25% ENCRYPTION - CHIEF ENGINEER RESNIK] )

( [25% ENCRYPTION - MR. SMILES] )

[Arya has stayed well off the network since she first showed up, but a girl can only go so long before making grabby hands at such a useful, chock full of information system. She's been teaching herself how to work her communicator off the network, which is good, because it probably took a solid twenty minutes to figure the spacebar out. But she gets it now! Mostly. :v]

i have questions.

1 - how many people are here/ [Okay she still doesn't understand shift, so no question marks or capitalization for her :C]

2 - are there maps/

3 - has anyone explored the ship/

4 - are there gold cloaks guards/ ['Gold cloaks' is there for a few seconds, maybe a minute, before she figures out how to delete it. No need to indicate who she is or where she's from to the people who might know, right.]

[ he's been deliberating where to begin with these thoughts for some time now, but Spock has never been the type to follow impulse in place of old fashioned consideration. when the feed begins, he's seated as he always is, meticulously composed, with his fingers steepled in his lap. for anyone who's come to know him thus far, it's a sign in and of itself, of how carefully he's treading. ]

Tranquility, this is Spock.

In light of recent events, I find it relevant to suggest that the vessel's security team, while consistently reliable, is only one variant thereof. Recent transmissions from an anonymous source largely referred to as smiley, have illuminated the insufficiency of our attempts to both locate the source and individual responsible. I am aware that we have several individuals aboard who consider technological security and the bypass thereof- a specialty, and I am equally aware that despite these assets, we have gleaned, comparably, very little.

I believe we would benefit significantly from teaching these skills to others and forming a technical security network, for the express purpose of tracking, locating, and attempting to engage this individual.

I can offer no personal guarantees regarding the success or, at this interim, the establishment of such a unit. However, I would not be averse to conversing with interested parties. If you possess technical proficiency of any kind or the inclination to learn, your participation would be welcome.

[ it's here that his mouth tightens marginally at the corner. when Spock speaks again, his focus has changed, and his tone sobers. not that he isn't perpetually dry to begin with. ]

At this time, I believe I should clarify that while these anonymous messages are most engaging, I am not of the opinion that we should offer them exclusive focus. The Tranquility remains in a state of perpetual disrepair and remarkably little is intimately understood about it's origins and technology. While a surveillance team will likely provoke further questions, it does not eliminate those we have failed to answer thus far.

Passenger OPR»002»035, Issac Clarke has requested assistance in the exploration of our engineering systems, but we would also likely benefit from investigation of any and all available historical records on board.

Spock out.

( filter to ward, resnik, kirk |encrypted 100% )



[ ooc; this would be a ping for aberdeen, todd, tali, atton, ismene, sulu, buffy, am, chase, caprica &anyone else willing to offer themselves up as a teacher. if it's alright with you kids- i'm handwaving that he's sent you all private requests to teach- either because he knows you, or has seen your capabilities thus far.

innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn the interest of speeding some of the cr building along i threw a sign up over here :3 ]