[ Nathan is framed against the backdrop of the Oxygen Gardens rather than the dark walls of his quarters for once. He looks exhausted, frustrated, and in a certain amount of disarray. The more annoyed he is, the less elaborate his language is. ]

Certain people here might think prayer doesn't do anything, that the dead don't need them and the living shouldn't depend on them. Fact is that prayer is whatever you need it to be. Faith is a salve; it's courage, and it's comfort, reassurance and relief. Last month a guy named Hotspur took a shuttle out into the stars and asked everyone about their faith. What sort of meaning could there be to god so far away from home? The stark, cruel emptiness of space doesn't exactly inspire it.

I say look around you. All I ever wanted as a pilot was to go higher. We're as high as it gets, as close to the stars as we can ever come. We don't have much, but we have each other, and we have our faith--it's one of the few things that we can take with us wherever we go.

Hotspur and I talked briefly about forming a chapel, somewhere for people on board to come to practice whatever faith they have at home. Any faith, or even none at all. Some people just need a place to think. So that's what we're gonna do, starting with a service at oh nine hundred tomorrow for our crew mate. [ An edge of defiance, as though to dare anyone to say it's a bad idea. ] Anyone knows any funeral hymns, or wants to say something, share stories; this kind of thing isn't gonna work without you.

Now if you'd just hang on a few more seconds, Murphy'd like to say a few words. [ He swivels the camera around to face him. ]

[ so hey, tranquility. 'sup. you now have a girl(?!) on the network who vaguely resembles a tropical bird or fish, what with that bright hair and makeup. cali takes a few moments to settle the communicator the way he wants it, blowing a few strands of hair out of his face with a frustrated expression.

this is the look of someone decidedly unimpressed with the world at large. he purses his lips, sitting back and folding his arms loosely as he eyes the screen. ]

So. Jaye tells me you lot are from, I don't fuckin' know, all corners of the universe or somethin'. An' that there are some gods here, which blows my damn mind, 'cause what the hell are gods doin' on a spaceship in the first place? [ he clucks his tongue, rolling his eyes. ] Then again, the fuck're any of us doin' in this floatin' deathtrap? Does anyone seriously think a bartender from New Orleans has any business here?

[ he waves a dismissive hand (tipped in lime-green nails) to show that it was a rhetorical question. ]

Whatever, not my point. --What's up, Tranquility. I'm California, but unless you're a creepy sonuvabitch, you can prob'ly call me Cali. [ he reaches down, then, pulling up the jumpsuit and holding it away from himself as if it's likely to explode. ] An' if these bitches think I'm wearin' this nasty shit, they got another thing comin'.

[Jack looks quite ill as he comes on screen: there are dark circles beneath his eyes, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his face. He also looks a bit thinner than he did, though no one might actually notice that one. It's not severe, after all.]

Listen, uh, I-- I know you guys don't know me too well, and you got a lotta other stuff on your mind, but, uh, help a guy out, yeah? I ain't had no cigarette in about four days and I'm dyin' for it. Anythin' anybody's got, you know? I promise I'll do somethin' for you in return, I don't give a damn what, but-- anythin'. Please.

Please.

[He tries for a winning sort of smile, rather fails, and shuts the communicator.]

[ Tranquility, meet Mouse. Mouse, Tranquility. Some of you might remember him from his first stint around and some of you might just think the Homestuck cast spat up another weirdo, what with his insistence to SHOUT IN ALL CAPS all the time. ]

TYKE.
CALEB.
BOO!

TYYYYYYKE!
TYKE TYKE TYKE!
CAAAAAAAAAALEB!!!!!!

CALEB CALEB CALEB TYKE
TYKE TYKE CALEB

STILL HERE?
KNOCK KNOCK?
CALL ME. (YO)
NEW INK.
007.
PREMIUM BOND SHIT.
STILL 69 THO.
(TEE HEE)

(PS) SQUEAKSQUEAK.

[ Yup. That's it. Seriously. ]

[After thinking about it for a while, Griffin decides he'll start out on the text setting. If he's here, then they could be too.]

Okay, I'm bored. Ten bucks to the person who gives me their escape pod.

[He's not expecting anything out of this besides some new perspective. If there's one thing he's learned in his many years of travel, it's that locals are always eager to correct a tourist.]

[It has taken him a couple of days to sort himself out, to wrap his head around the idea that there had been a duplicate version of himself here on the ship, a man who was now gone. To also wrap his head around the idea of there being two versions of Alex Summers aboard the ship, as well as Erik who did not have any of Charles' memories and of course, Raven.

Raven, whom he had not seen in over seven months. How, exactly, do you even begin to try to explain all of that, let alone wrap your head around a ship like Tranquility?

It was a hell of a learning curve, that was for certain but now it was time to get out there and get to work.

So he switched on the video, device pointed towards himself where he sat on his bed in the room he now shared with Erik. His smile was polite, perhaps a little more reserved than usual but hopefully welcoming enough.]

Ah, right then, hello.

Some of you may recognize me, as I have been informed that I have most recently been here up until the latest, 'jump' I believe it is known as. My name is Charles Xavier and I am, genetically speaking, the same man who was here before the jump.

However, in the same breath I am not that same man.

For example. [He sets the device back and then stands up from where he had been sitting on his bed. Taking a couple of steps, he turns around, obviously completely ambulatory before coming back to sit down on the bed.] There are also some other differences but those are not important at the moment.

What is important is that I am afraid I do not have any prior memories of this ship or what has occurred during the time my other self was here. [Though Erik had given him access to his communication device to catch up on prior events, though for now Charles kept that bit of information to himself.]

Raven? Alex, Angel and Havok? I know this must be rather confusing but if possible I would very much like a chance to talk with each of you. I am sharing a room with Erik, if you would like to speak face to face. I am uncertain about the level of privacy we can assume across these devices.

In a similar vein, if there is anyone else, who knew me before and would like to speak with me now, I am of course more than willing to make myself available. Though I understand that this might not be the most comfortable set of circumstances.

[She's been thinking since she's been back. Kara Thrace -- the Harbinger -- seems to have kept quiet about what she and her sister are. She's seen Caprica on the network, but she hasn't gone to her in person just yet.]

It looks like I've missed more than I'm comfortable with. If someone could concisely sum up the most important events of the last few months, I'd be grateful.

[She laughs quietly.]

It's strange. Minutes at home, a hundred days here. Has anyone else experienced something like this?

I've heard - and seen, my apologies to those who have dealt with me learning this device in the past few days - that I can speak to others without being in the same room as they.

[Excuse me, intruder alert. A raven lands beside Jon and starts screaming:

SNOW, SNOW]

I don't have any corn for you, go away.

[This is apparently not good enough.

CORN, CORN]

Go away.

[There's a flutter and Jon goes back to what he was saying.]

As I began: I'm Jon Snow, and I'm seeking any members of the Night's Watch. I'm not sure if any of them have come, but if you're here, we should meet at once.

[Okay you had your moment, the raven is back. SNOW, SNOW.]

....also if anyone has any corn, I would be in your debt.

[ Axel is still pretty confused about this whole thing, rather pissed he's trapped in a freaking spaceship - or so they tell him, he's not yet sure he believes it but he would rather not over think it.

Anyway, right now, he's not worried about this. He's more worried about his little dog and if he has to use this cellphone-thing to get hold of what he needs, yeah, he will. ]

ok i dont get whats going on but does anyone know where i can get dog food? ok thanks.

[ He isn't much of a talker, see, that's why he keeps it short . ]

btw: any PUMAS here? nynashamn pumas? its axel.
pls explain wtf is going on

Right.

[Good day, good night, good afternoon Tranquility! If you haven't noticed him stealing rum in every single one of the kitchens yet (Yes, I'm quite serious. After each jump, he steals the rum. As of now, there is a suspicious lack of rum in the kitchens), well, he's on your feed now! Yes, that's right, a real life pirate with dreadlocks and trinkets out of the wazoo is staring back at you.]

So, it seems like between jumps, I've missed a whole lot of...

[He waves a hand.]

...happenings. I've found meself with no knowledge of what between blue-alien man [That'd be you, Megamind.] failed t'take over the ship and now.

So. Who's still here, and what've I to make up for?

[And with that being said, Jack will reach to the side to grab a bottle of rum, take out the cork with his teeth, and then take a long, long drink of his precious rum.]

At least I've still got me rum.

[He will now... proceed to struggle to end the feed. Which button was this again--]

[Some people may have noticed an absence since before the last jump. Even when the passengers were awoken, Bass made sure he found isolation before any familiar faces found him first. The entire process was different this time around: yes, he still felt sick and his telepathy had become once again erratic, but he knew where he was, he knew what had happened, and he knew what mattered. He also knew that the clock was still ticking.

It's been over a month since he's last fed, now making its way to the second month mark. That means things are going to change - that he's going to change - unless he does something about it preemptively.

It means that someone has to die.

The audio feed clicks on, running silently before he speaks. Words are then recited from memory, taken from a prayer of warning he was taught many years ago.]

In the quiet of the night the sky tore open, and from the holes in the skies monsters began to descend upon Earth.

[There is more to it, but this is where he deliberately stops. Bass wants to know if anyone recognizes the tale of how his world came to be. He wants to know who could find out what he is, even if that person is just his sister.]