[ when Raven's feed flicks on, she looks just about the same as she did after Guide fed from her, in some ways. which is a roundabout way of saying Really Not Good. she's sitting on the floor in front of one of the benches in the gym, which is where she has her communicator propped up, showing a very feverish, blue girl. well, sort of blue. she's actually caught kind of looking like this under her workout clothes but blonde whatever, a patchwork that doesn't quite sit still, her body making a constant effort to 'fix' itself, her eyes caught between their usual gold and a tinge of blue around the edges. ]

[ FAILED ENCRYPTION: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Wesley Gibson ]
Something's wrong. Was working out, thought I was just stumbling because I'm tired, but I can't- I can't shift either, something's really wrong. [ p a n i c k i n g and ramblinglikecrazy ] This isn't like before, after the jump, I'm fighting this off but it's ruining my control on my mutation.

just come help me, please, please come get me- I'm in the gym on the fifth floor.


[ FAILED ENCRYPTION: Neal Caffrey ]
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[ OOC: forward dated to latelate tonight. NOTE! Raven can't control her mutation very well right now so she might start sounding like your character the longer she talks to them, and won't really notice. just their voice! and just a little bit, like when she gets super tired. kinda like a drunk person slur. wait that's an awful comparison oops. UH. lemme know if you're not into that. and now! I head for work. replies will be sporadic until I get home <3 ]

[Hello. And again, welcome to the Aperture Science--

Oh wait. That's not right.

Ever since her arrival last week, she's has kept low, isolating herself in her room, listening and learning from everyone's feeds and adapting to being human. Breathing and walking and sleeping and bodily fluids--

She knew humans were a filthy, disgusting race, but she hadn't fully realized how much until last week.

And oh, how she hates it.

And that just so happens to be her topic for this particular feed. Say hello to white hair, yellow eyes and a smirk. Say hello to GLaDOS.]

So. If what you idiots say is correct, we're stranded in space, have no answers and someone's just died a tragic death. And that's terrible.

But that's not what I'm concerned about.

I have a question.

A more ...personal question.

I've noticed that there are people on this ship who are not human. So my question to you is this: Why was I turned into a human upon my arrival here, especially when there are non humans aboard? Because it is not a sentiment that I appreciate. Far from it. In fact, if you were trying to please me, this is the worst thing you could have done.

Well. Aside from murdering me.

[She doesn't know you're here Chell, but that was definitely aimed towards you. She crosses her arms, leaning back. Her gaze is still fiercely focused on the camera, as though her burning gaze may just make the viewer burst into flames.]

So. If you humans are as smart as you claim to be [Doubtful] explain to me how I was torn from my chassis, into this human body and how I can reverse it.

[Public: Audio]

[And there's an Agent K, or "Karl Thompson", posting publicly for the first time. He prefers keeping things low key and has spent much of his time thus far lurking. But he has a few questions.]

What are the current standing regulations regarding punishable behavior aboard this ship and what areas are considered restricted? [Not that he wouldn't want into them, but he also doesn't want to open a door to an airlock or set off a massive internal defense system without research.]

If whoever is in charge of ship defenses has room for a little help, I'm willing to lend a hand.

[Introductions? He's bad at those. He's just bad at getting to know people personally, in any case. He figures this will have to do for now. Especially since he's noticing people are getting sick, and he wants to keep the chit chat to a minimum in case of an emergency.]