[ Alice is sitting up in Hatter's makeshift tea shop when the feed clicks on, a friendly smile on her face. Or an attempted one, anyways, since she's not exactly the most cheerful all things considered. ] Afternoon, Tranquility. My name's Alice and although I don't know many of you, I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in learning Judo. I have a black-belt in it and I was a part time instructor back home, so I can promise you I'm good at it. I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't. [ She offers another smile, though it ends up fading fairly quickly. ] I know it might not do a lot of good if there isn't something to actually defend yourselves against, but I also know that having the strength to do so if you need it is a huge confidence booster. And even beyond that, staying active and learning something new might be a good distraction from what's been going on lately. [ She might also be hoping that someone will take her up on this so she can have a distraction, but that's beside the point. ]

If you have something you'd like to trade in exchange for lessons, I'd be more than happy to discuss it with you, but it's not absolutely necessary. I'll be doing some training on my own, so it's not like teaching others is going to cut into my time or anything.

Let me know if you're interested. [ And with that, she ends the feed. ]



ooc: feel free to action it up if your character's in hatter's shop!

[It's almost impossible to see her, as the room she's in is dark.  Very dark.  But as one's eyes adjust to the incredibly dim lighting, they might be able to make out the young girl's face and hair.  Expression completely blank, with twin telltale streaks glistening with the occasional shift in movement.  She appears to be sitting on a bed of some kind, sitting with her back against the wall.  But not her room.  No, there was no way she was going back there.]

I spent the last two months wondering what exactly the worst part about this place was.  And I think I've finally figured it out.

[Her voice is slightly hoarse, and eerily calm for the subject at hand.]

It's not the part where our lives are constantly in danger.  It's not the fear, or the uncertainty.  Or even the fact that we've had to watch people die right in front of us.  I'd been through all that even before I came here.

No, the worst part of it is the cruelty of bringing aboard people you think are your friends, until you realize they're nothing more than strangers with familiar faces on them.  That, just when you've managed to find that one little bit of hope that you think could help get you through anything...it's all revealed to be one big lie you fell for.

Well, I'm not falling for it anymore.  So, congratulations, whoever's in charge.  You win.  

I'm done with all of this.

[In a single, swift motion, she ends her speech by hurling the stupid communicator across the room.  It shuts off upon impact.]




((OOC: Takes place shortly after Zatanna and Artemis have a particularly heartwrenching exchange of words post-jump.  Replies will be slightly delayed, as Zatanna would have to muster the will to walk across the room to collect her miraculously not-broken communicator first.  ACTION open to any who would know how and/or want to find her.))

[ There’s a very serious if rather haggard looking boy on the network. His appearance could be due to not getting enough sleep, enough food, or both. It’s hard to say. ]

My name is Miles – uh, Morales. Sorry Mr. Edgeworth, I forgot for a second. I wanted to ask – there aren’t real police here, are there? Not the kind that put people in jail. [ H’s already frowning at his communicator, but that frown gets a little deeper. He’s already got a pretty clear idea of the answer just from reading the network and watching the goings-on in the ship for the last couple of days. Still, he could be wrong… ] There aren’t any jails, either.

Though I don’t know if colony ships are supposed to have that kind of stuff or not. [ Or even if they are, if this one ever did. There’s still too much that he doesn’t know – even if some of it is more mundane and awkward to deal with. Which is why he’s back a little bit later: ]

But there’s, uh…a place to clean your clothes, right?[ An uncomfortable pause. ] And a place to take a shower by yourself?

[ And last but not least, to try to cover up the embarrassment from those last two questions and before he loses his nerve: ] Is there anybody else here from New York?

are we all done washing pod goo out of our asses now
cause if we are ive got some shit id like to unload no pun intended
and i know someone out there is probably interested

[ Dave switches from text to video, but he's not in front of the camera. Instead, he's pointing it at… well, it's not immediately obvious what he's pointing it at, but he zooms in, and that helps.

Three piles of menswear:

• One pile of white fedoras.
• One pile of black silk ties.
• One pile of men's business shoes.

Then back to text. ]

any dudes feel like accessorizing their jumpsuit
cause ive got a shit ton of smooth criminal cosplay items and nothing to do with em
except maybe get my jackson on but im not size 10

[ This time, Erik chooses to don the helmet, which he hasn't worn since his first few weeks aboard the Tranquility, preferring to leave it at his side while his paranoia was temporarily allayed. Unfortunately, those particular events seemed to have flared up his need to renew his helmet use, more so thanks to a series of seemingly unrelated events, starting with Edgeworth's survey, and rounding it out with Tony's latest post. It's not a particular frightening stance, given that Erik is still brooding around in one of the libraries where he's making this broadcast, pacing back and forth as he considers the next move to make, hands behind his back. ]

There's been enough announcements over threats and supposed attempts at cooperation. While I find flaws to that philosophy, [ Sorry, Charles. ] it seems no matter what, we will constantly be tested while we're imprisoned.

[ Because as comforting as the quarters and the kitchens can be, Erik's near constant restlessness brought back distinct memories of a prison, one he was never inclined to ignore. ]

There's already been another death, and it goes without saying, some sort of unity is preferred. However, holding hands gets one nowhere. [ Sorry, Eridan. ] Cooperation is one thing, but a more active stance is necessary to prevent any further casualties or threats.

[ Erik pauses in midstep for a moment, turning his attention back to the camera. ]

Sitting passively by solves nothing. Actions are needed. The best defense here is in the form of an even better offense.

We can't escape one by one; but we can as a whole. I'll extend my hand as an offer of preparation. We need to be prepared; we need to be ready. [ Pause for dramatic effect. ] The question is, are you?

( Filtered; Resnik & Ward | Encrypted, 90% )

( Filtered; CR AU Charles | Encrypted, 90% )

[Megamind is not in engineering for a change; he's in the quarters he shares with Roxanne, on the second floor. He's got a pile of clothes and is in fact, inspecting his chin because for the first time in months it is impeccably shaved with a straight razor, with a proper brush and everything. In fact, he's disturbingly well groomed. Brows, goatee, scrubbed clean, the works. And he's in civilian clothes that fit him properly. Tranqua Claus apparently visited his locked because he was such a good boy lately...]

[Maybe. Or maybe someone wants to appeal to his vanity. It's not hard, really. Megamind loves his vanity. Rubbing his chin, he sighs; there's no real pomp and ceremony today - just grateful to not be in his cruddy jumpsuit after seven months with no proper changes of clothing.]

There is nothing like being able to properly shave with a real razor to make you feel like a real person again. And a good sling blade doubles as a weapon in a pinch! Never look a gift horse in the mouth, no?

Which seems to be on everybody's mind, lately. Taking care of each other, yadda yadda yadda. Well, I have something you could possibly help with, and help protect each other, as I'm -- well, working on a little project and I need, shall we say-- beta testers.

If you've been learning to hack or encrypt -- or you're teaching, this message is for you. I'm wanting to test some of the equipment I'm cobbling together, and if you're interested, you can help me. I'll need the codes you're practicing to encrypt-- nothing you intend to use, but the things you're building as you learn --and then I want people to try and break them the new hub.

If you want to volunteer? Let me know and I'll set you up.

[He grabs one of the funny power gloves and shrugs.]

In the mean time I have to figure out what this is.

[A narrow shouldered shrug, and he kills his feed.]

[The feed turns on to show Knives Chau (18 years old) staring right into the camera lens with those big ole brown eyes of hers. Judging by wide her eyes are and how strained her smile is, she's trying her best to look like she's not a total panicking mess right now. Because she's not. She's calm, collected, and totally cool like Envy Adams would be if she found herself in a freaky situation like this.

Totally.

Oh man....This is even more nerve-wracking than her first day of college. ]

HI! I'M KNIVES CHAU!

[Oh god, has her voice always sounded this high-pitched and loud? At she thinks it sounds pretty high-pitched and loud. What do other people think?  Oh god. She must sound like one of those cartoon chipmunks to them. Oh god. Oh god. People are going to think she's totally lame and annoying now. Oh god. Gotta fix this and stay cool.  AHHHHHHHH.

It's nice to meet you all. You all seem really...cool? [CRAP. THAT WASN'T SUPPOSE TO SOUND LIKE A QUESTION.]

I mean, even though I haven't met all of you guys, I bet most of you are pretty cool and not blood-thirsty aliens who want to probe my brain and eat my skin and whatever! Ha ha ha ha....

Um. So anyways, can someone explain to me what's going on here exactly? I, like, already know the basics, but it still doesn't really make sense to me.  This is the kind of stuff that only happens in movies, not real life. Like I don't know how I got here  or why I'm even here in the first place. I don't even know. And—

OH. MY. GOD! [Cover your ears, Facility. She did just scream that. Very loudly. Cue the hair grabbing and freaking out-ing.]

I haven't even taken my finals at UBC yet! What if I flunk out?! My parents are totally going to kill me!!!

...My life is officially over....

[the camera seems to be set up on a table somehow- high enough that it frames his shoulders and head nicely, as if he was preparing to give a lecture. He punches a few things in on the tablet he's holding before he looks up at the camera.]

Is things thing working-? Ah- good. [He punches a few more things in before he clears his throat.]

So- it seems that I am now aboard this ship- the "Tranquility" as it were, and really- who came up with that name? But anyway- No one seems to know where in the Galaxy we are, or the Universe for that matter. Judging by some of the- ahem- characters I've already had the pleasure of meeting, I'm definitely leaning towards Alternate Realities, which I am completely tired of.

I'm sure some of you out there have gleamed information somehow, seeing as this has been in place for at least seven months, I would appreciate having said information. The encryptions I've found on anything related to the ship are quite extraordinary, I'd love to have a chat with whoever designed them. I am running a few simulations, of course.

[the tablet in his hands beeps for a second, and he turns his attention to it, a frown crossing his face before he taps a few things and the feed cuts out.]

Nice welcome wagon.

[The sarcasm is probably entirely irritating to the veterans of the ship, but she really couldn't care less. The jump was completely shitty.]

So now that I'm all 'settled in' and shit, I have a question that goes out to the whole ship:

Anyone from after 2300 AD? Anyone? I'm giving it a pretty wide berth here, figured getting specific wouldn't get me very far so don't hesitate to say hi.

[There's a beat where Cora pokes at her newest tattoo to her collection. Not quite her style.]

Gotta say if I'm stuck with these antiques it's gonna be just like they're brand spanking new.

[Siiiiiiiigh. Future girl got it so rough.]

'least it'll keep me occupied.

[She looks as if she's about to stuff off the video when something off screen catches her eye.]

Anyone got some tools to reconfigure frequencies on comm devices? Mine is busted and my tool bag is seriously lacking about five pounds.

[She holds up a little metal wristband - at least it looks like that.]

Hit me up.