[ for a minute you are staring simply at a cieling, a room, and a large bed. just a standard room. until of course there sounds like a bit of mumbling and then the screen suddenly shoots downwards, closer to the ground. apparently whoever is on this screen is very short.
though the face looks young, boyish, the eyes big blue eyes look old and worn-out. and at this moment, very anxious. the ring is safe under his cloak, that's something to be thankful for. ]

I don't really know how to use this thing very well. I'd appreciate a moment of your time.
[ he swallows, looking down, and there are circles under his eyes. ]

My name is Frodo Baggins. I've only just arrived, and am looking for companions I lost when I was taken here. One of them is my size, though..a bit rounder. His name is Samwise Gamgee. I don't think you'll find many hobbits on this ship, but if you find him, please, tell me.

[ he furrows his brows ]
And one stranger, who crawls about and tends to like the shadows. He calls himself 'Smeagol' and you would know him right away by his speech who he was.

One is my dearest friend and the other is both my companion and my guide. I cannot leave this place without them.

[ he swallows, lowering his eyes before glancing back up. ]
And lastly, I need to return to where I was as soon as possible. Is anyone on this ship working on ways to get back? I'd like to speak with you, if I could.
[ the feed goes out quietly. ]

[ asa is smiling a little into the camera, shy, brows drawn together a little worriedly and deer-like ears flattened back. his hair's pulled back into a braid, small black antlers unadorned and stark against his red hair.

he shifts in the camera, blushing faintly as he buries his hands in his shirt. as usual, he's in the oxygen garden. ]

Hello. Um. I know that a-- a lot of you are new and-- well. Anyway, I'm Asa, and I-- That is, if you need anything specific from the oxygen garden or a plant that wouldn't normally grow here, I can.. grow it for you. Just-- Just so you know.

[ he shifts slightly from foot to foot, blush darkening, looking embarrassed. ]

I-- I don't know if anyone can help, but-- my boots were ruined, and-- I have.. uh. I-- have unusual feet, so.. is there anywhere I can get a.. custom.. pair..?

All those currently under my instruction for Engineering, I plan to meet sometime in the next couple days to explain shifts and send people to the different subsections they're interested in. Those who know enough to work solo should still keep in touch, but I'm not going to hound you.

Especially with that fault that occurred this last jump, we need to be alert for anything that might have gone haywire.

[ENCRYPT - 25%; to SEC » 006 » 027: "havok"]

Think I got something whipped up for you, my friend.

[ENCRYPT - 25%; to OPR » 001 » 033: kirk, james t.]

It's not much, but I got a little something on the Jump Drive now.

Good afternoon, Tranquility.

My name is John Watson, I'm one of the doctors working in your medical bay. I've got several things to talk to you about today, all of them important, so I hope you'll stick with me through it.

First off, many of you are aware that a death occurred during the jump. For those of you who have just arrived and aren't familiar with the term, a 'jump' is what happens when the ship is moving rapidly from one part of space to another. We make these once a month and they're believed to be the reason we end up here. I don't know the technical details about it -it's only a theory, really, from other passengers- so don't bother asking.

What I know about it is that your life depends on you being present in the medbay before every jump. The consequences are what happened to the deceased, who was trapped elsewhere in the ship during the jump and became crushed by the acceleration. I'm sorry I have to tell you about that, but I want you to realize that getting into the gravpouches is not optional. You get in one or you die.

[ There's a pause here, which may be for weight or for the fact John needs to collect himself once more. ]

An examination was performed on the deceased by myself and Doctor McCoy. We have done extensive tests and have found no drugs to be present in the system. So Hotspur's broadcast was a lucid one, and no one attempted to drug him to keep him from getting out of that shuttle. The cause of death matches with the expected consequences of a jump on an unprotected body.

We cannot say anything in regards to whether or not this incident was accidental or manufactured, but in respect to the body, there is no evidence of foul play.

If you have any questions about the examination, I'll take them.

Just a reminder now - from now on, we'll be reporting to the medbay an hour before the jump to make sure everyone's present and accounted for. You'll likely be sitting in the locker rooms, though, until we can get everyone sorted.

[ Again, a pause. This one is for a transition. ]

Second order of business is to tell you that medbay is short-staffed. We've got about six people to help about four hundred of you. We're looking for medical professionals that have come in through the jump as well as volunteers. If you'd like to come and help us out at medical, we're willing to train you. We're looking for those interested in full-time, part-time, and emergency volunteers.

I'm going to need all of our current medical staff to cue in to this broadcast, because it will be acting as our interview process.

If you think you're interested, keep listening. If not, this broadcast ends here.

( Medical Joining Info )

(( OOC: Medical staff! You may ping in/threadjack these threads, especially those with any potential interviewees! ))

[ what up, Tranquility. you might recognize this face from another passenger named Simon, who he actually isn't. he doesn't know what to say immediately but at least the camera angle isn't skewed or shaking; he's taken awhile to familiarize himself with the device and reading what's happened since he got here. patience? not his virtue. but he's managed it somewhat haphazardly out of necessity. has to know what he's gotten himself into this time.

looking at him closely, he has two tattoos. one is from the ship and the other reads: SPQR with a trident and a single line, which may or may not symbolize a year of service. there's also a visible streak of gray in his hair.

and maybe this is unwise, showing his cards but he thinks the best route is honesty. ] I've dealt with the Greeks and the Romans before and I've never seen anything like this in my life, except in really awful movies that come on after midnight. From what I've been seeing and reading, you're all incredibly busy and there's no way back, at least not yet. I get that but I don't believe it.

My name is Percy Jackson, and what I'm trying to say is: I want to help. I want to speak with the captain or whichever crew member is working on an exit plan. I can't just sit around.

Reading isn't my strong suit but I can put in as many hours as I need to. I can lead, I can follow. I can fight but more importantly, I can defend. I don't care if that slots me into a place where I'm carrying someone else's books around for them. I can do that, too. All I'm looking for is a chance to be involved, so a push in the right direction would be appreciated.

[ When the feed comes on, it just shows the side of a thigh covered in black pants and a hip covered in a light grey undershirt. It's not accidental, though, considering the way the woman addresses the comm. ] I just wanted to let you guys know that the welcome party here leaves a lot to be desired.

[ There's movement as Olivia moves to set her now empty plate beside her on the counter. Then she picks up the comm, lifting it so it shows not only her face but part of one of the kitchens. She swallows the last bite of whatever she'd been eating before speaking again. ]

That said, I was wondering if anyone's seen or heard from a Charlie Francis, Lincoln Lee, Philip Broyles or Astrid Farnsworth. If you have, either let me know or point them in my direction so I can talk to them. My name's Olivia Dunham and from what I can tell, messages can be sent to the number that seems to coincide with everything else: zero-zero-seven, zero-thirteen.

If there's anyone else here connected to Fringe Division that I don't know, feel free to speak up, too. [ Not that this really screams fringe event, but you never know. ]




ooc: feel free to action it up if you want~

[She's blinking. This was definitely not Bon Tempes. This wasn't even close. And what was worse was she needed to feed. But in a place like this? The humans well... they didn't see too keen on the idea. Jessica awkwardly smiled and pulled a long strand of red hair back.]

So, I got this problem, see. I sort'a need somethin' to live, and it ain't really available here, not like home. Well it is, but... I just really need it. [Her eyes go wide for a moment, the idea of blood possessing her. She has to calm herself.]

I ain't exactly sure how to go about it. But it's who I am. Things are just different here, all y'all's worlds are so different. [She looks down for a moment. She'd probably think most of the people out there were lucky. They didn't have to rip someone's throat open to feed. Jess visably cringes.]

I ain't been here long, so some of ya might not even know me. I'm Jessica. [She leaves out the vampire part for now. It wasn't that she wasn't going to admit what she was, but this wasn't like one of those meetings where you stood up, announced your name and what you were.]

Guess this was sort'a pointless.

[Claire isn't addressing the video as she often does. She's going through lists and occasionally checking through things.]

As this was my first jump, I was wondering if anyone has done studies on the affects of the body pre- and post jump. If there are any. I'd be willing to track anyone, regardless of species, in this matter.

This would of course include the body's reaction to lack of any normal planetary atmosphere as well as sunlight. I'm sure the artificial lights are all fine and well, but there must be some consequences, even minor, in what is happening to us.

Although I have never been in space. I just know back home it was my job to look after all involved in the place I worked. [Aren't you glad, Topher? For once she didn't call your job out. Progress.]

Thank you.

[There's a burst of binary coming from a source outside the device - John did, in fact, spend the last couple of hours setting this up on the laptop that came with him.]

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[The repeated ones and zeroes end. Finally. Thank god.]

If I ask a few questions, how many answers would I get? Questions like who's been here the longest, or is there a discernable population on board? How many people are on this ship?

Where is the food coming from? The water? How is the gravity functioning?

Answers?

[Yeah, apologies for the binary on audio are not forthcoming.]


[ooc: if your character for whatever reason can understand binary, they're welcome to know what that was all about!]

[ Being used to space travel made this situation no less unusual to adapt to - it was certainly different when you were unaware of your location, your friends and crewmates were missing and you had no access to the computers, or much helpful information ]

The predicament that we have found ourselves in is greater than anything that I am aware of from history, even with noted examples. From what I have been informed the majority of the passengers aboard this ship are unfamiliar with space travel, or are even from an era where it has yet to exist?

[ Oh, this was breaking so many rules. But... this wasn't her situation, but simply another thing to try and help and resolve as easily as possible like with Doctor Cochrane. The similarities were, frankly, astounding ]

My name is Deanna Troi, and I serve aboard a ship not too indifferent from this one. If there are any questions or concerns I would be happy to answer them within the boundaries of my knowledge, or if you are having trouble adjusting then I may be able to help you there.

[ She just hoped that this wouldn't be a permanent thing ]

[ Filter: Captain Kirk ]
Captain, when you have a moment I would request to speak with you. Thank you.

[ Filter: John Watson ( SCI » 001 » 197 ) & Leonard McCoy ( SCI » 006 » 162 ) ]
May I speak with you regarding the medbay and any counselling facilities? I've been informed by Captain Kirk that you have recently lost your previous counsellor. I'd like to help you.

[ Well hello, Tranquility. If you were wondering what the ships resident pirate and saint were doing, the answer is fairly obvious as the video feed opens up to show one Captain Jack Sparrow and one Kitten in the same room together. Kitten's seated on Jack's lap, wedding-style, and has an entire bottle of wine to herself. Unsurprisingly, her face is rather flushed and judging by the amount of bottles littering the room, they've been drinking for quite a long time. ]
Dearest Tranquility, the Captain and I-- [ Hiccup ] --have come to a terrible conclusion. And that's that everyone has been very naughty and quite rude.

[Jack waves a finger around in a drunken fashion for a couple of seconds, before pointing it at Kitten. Except, no wait, he he's talking to a tiny screen and not the woman in his lap. Whoops, totally his bad. He's quick to fix that, and point at the screen instead.]
Aye. Aye. The woman be right. None of any of y'all have be helpful in the slightest.

In the slightest. This place is far too ooky spooky for myself and Mr. Captain--Sir Captain... [ She peers over at the other, trailing off, confused before shrugging ] Jack can only play big strong man for so long. So you have to be a dear and fill those of us who've lost track of time here into your dilly-dallying and vague paranoia.

[Woah now Kitten, woah there. You have said words Jack does not agree with. His displeasure is obviously seen in his face; his eyes widen and a frown tugs at the corner of his mouth. He raises both his hands--or rather, a hand and a bottle of rum--and sets out to correct her.]
Now, luv. This ain't nothing I ain't seen before. I've 'feated both Davy Jones and Death itself. This stuff ain't new.
[The next part, he directs to the screen, pointing with the rum bottle for emphasis.]
But that don't change nothin', crew. I've got no wits about me and no one's botherin' to explain anythin'.

[ Kitten raises an eyebrow, having been drinking when the other was talking, but she stops (and fuck manners, this is the Tranquility) and begins speaking again. ] So we have a big scary list with big scary names and big scary maps with big scary X's, but what are they for? And before that?


((OOC: Kitten and Jack, respectively. Be prepared for both of them answering and threadjacking. ))