[The feed cuts on, and Roxanne doesn’t bother with introductions, babbling about the ciphers and whatnot. Nope, she’s got her own agenda right now.]
 
I’m looking for people to teach me basic self defense. I took a few courses back in college, but that was some time ago and to be frank – I’m pretty rusty. I was given several names to contact about this – though I’m afraid a few I’m not acquainted with. [She’s been slacking on the nosiness. Oh well.]
 
Natasha, Re-l, and – well. Kirk, you’re a bit of a given. Hope you don’t mind.
 
If anyone else is interested – Kara, I think I’ve learned enough from you – in lending me a hand, I’d appreciate it.
 
[End feed, though replies will be voice unless otherwise specified.]

[ Though having spent quite a while laid up in the Med Bay in the aftermath of the fear gas, Littlefinger is well aware that there are other goings ons that seem to bode much worse for the passengers upon the ship.

Still, as a larger plan has yet to come into focus and as his own concerns are, for the moment, concentrated elsewhere, he gleans what he can from what information is publicly broadcasted and doesn't bother asking after those circumstances any further.

Instead: ]

To the Tranquility at large:

This may be my own ignorance coming into play, but would anyone know of a physical library upon the ship? My understanding is that there is much made accessible through the use of our communications devices, but I would vastly prefer the feel and weight of paper in my hand.

Secondly, I am in need of a few favors in regards to clothes available upon the ship, so if anyone could offer their help in that respect, I would be extremely grateful.

Lastly, I would inquire as to the presence (or absence) of a clear economy. This is but a trivial matter, but I have come to understand that the large majority of trade upon the vessel is done upon a basis of bartering and favours. In the event that I am mistaken, I served in a position managing the ins and outs of money in my former home and I would offer my meager talents wherever they might serve best.

Ever at your service,
Lord Petyr Baelish

Ring-a-ding-ding, darling. How's that motor running?

[ Jaye's been restless and it's starting to get to her; starting to show, really, if the way she runs her hand through her hair and fidgets with her silver wolf earrings before speaking counts as 'showing'. ]

I'm looking for a fight... or a spar, I guess. No guns, no blades -- in fact, if it's a weapon you brought with you to meet, you can't use it. I'm looking for hand-to-hand more than anything. [ Hmm, what else. ] No fatalities or potentially fatal injuries.

[ There's a pause, one lip curling upward slightly. ] You can pull your punches because I'm a girl, but I won't be as nice to you. [ Confident much? Well yes, because she never said anything about not shapeshifting. Besides, this is a good way to assess threat levels.

There's a pause though, then some more fidgeting with one of her earrings as she continues, on a different topic now. ]

Stefan, Bass -- other than the general creepy factor and how bad it smelled, that walk wasn't half bad. Not as useful as we were hoping, but maybe we can try again later.

Metalman, Kirk the Lipstick Captain, Dances With Bears or Goggles or Brick Shithouse, whatever I'm supposed to call you, and anyone else who was all concerned -- we're fine, we've been back, we didn't get lost, none of us are dead, and I got the chemical smell out of my nose.

[ And another pause... ]

Seriously, anyone who wants to spar. Let's go.