[ Tranquility, meet Syg. Syg just came from three years in State - at least, the girl Alias knew in Miami had.

What you see in the icon is what you're getting, ladies and gents. ]

Out of one shithole and into another. At least the last place had cable.

I'm just gonna leave it short and fuckin' sweet: Who do I gotta show my tits to for some cliffnotes on some of the questions I've got? Same goes for a pack-a Reds.

[ It hears cigarettes are a currency here and it wants in. Let's see how your idea of people liking to see other people strip actually plays out, Justin. ]

Oh yeah - I found this too.

[ She holds up a black, leather-bound book. Look familiar, Murphy? ]

Sorry, but I kinda thumbed through it to see what the hell it was and maybe who it belonged to.

[ The glare seems to soften a little. ]

And I know whose it is... [ And it's back again. ] So don't fuckin' try to claim it just because you're bored. That shit ain't cool.

[ The video feed clicks on to show a now relatively calm Pepper, even if her mouth is set in a fairly thin line of mild discontent. Her hair is scraped back and tied in a neat bun, with her fringe still plastered a little wetly to her forehead, but at least she's clean now. She's been making regular use of the showers since arriving, just to make sure that every last bit of blue hideousness is washed away from her. For now, at least. ]

Now that everyone's had at least a bit of time to recover- [ herself very much included, even if "recover" is something of an overstatement ] -I might as well introduce myself, though from what I've been told, it appears some of you may already know who I am.

I'm Pepper Potts, an associate and coworker- [ this is still new, Tony, don't complain] -of Tony Stark's. [ The next words are a little practised, ones she's gone over in her mind and made sure that they're absolutely clear before speaking them. ] Not the same one from before, though. I have absolutely no memory of having been on this ship before, even though apparently I was, and I'm sorry to anyone that I might have met previously.

[ She pauses, briefly, before going on. ]

I just wanted to clear that up before any confusion took place. I think some of us have more than enough of that already, what with being on a spaceship and everything. [ The thought still makes her want to shudder a little. ] Thank you for your time, and I hope everyone's successfully washed off all of that awful blue stuff.

[ With a good natured, mild smile, Pepper shuts off the feed. She realises it's a rather mundane sort of addition to the network, but she'll leave revelations and interesting matters to Tony. She still isn't sure if she has the entire picture here - Tony has a curious understanding of what he should and shouldn't tell her, she knows this from experience - but god knows she will have it, one way or another. ]

[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

( [video | 100% encryption | locked to mouse, jesse, nikolai, NOT LOKI >:P] )

[For anyone familiar with Josias from his few months on the Tranquility already, you might notice some small differences in his appearance. His glasses are missing, again, and his hair is slightly mussed, left to fall over his forehead where previously it had been neatly combed to the sides. Altogether he looks far more casual, comfortable in his skin, leaning back from the device lazily as he starts speaking.]

Apologies for any inconvenience in putting out another request on this network, but I honestly wouldn't know where to start in a private capacity. Two things, and I'll try to be brief.

First off, I've been having some compatibility issues with the technology here that I'd like to resolve. Someone familiar with neuro-implants would be preferable, but I know that's likely asking too much, and I believe I know enough to cover that side of things anyway. I definitely don't know anywhere near enough about this tech to make any tries on my own. It'll be hardware and software, before anyone asks. I'll save the rest of the details for anyone whose interest is piqued enough by that.

Secondly, I'm assuming we have some chemists amongst our number? I'm hoping there's some way to create some sort of lightening agent - peroxide, I think that's the most common - from what we have here. [A pause, considering.] Unless someone has some already. I'd be happy either way.

In exchange I'm afraid I have little material goods to trade - unless a couple of suit jackets would be of use to anyone. [He looks off camera at the jackets in question, reaching over to smooth the arm of one out from where it had fallen folded over.] Two ties, as well, though I'd like to keep those. [He looks back to the camera, saying the next with the certainty and seriousness of someone who's said it before:] I'm offering my services instead. Negotiable to individuals and their preferences, of course.

[An easy smile.]

That's all. Thank you.

[Being from the third wave, you'd think Konoe would have come out to play on the network again sooner.

Let us present, then, reasons why not: One - showing up alone is weird. Two - he doesn't like being watched by just anyone. And three - what's encryption again? He really hates to fuss with this thing, so in the mean time, he's made his own filter.]

( this means you, roomie )

[That's right, he's held up a piece of paper to his camera without a word of explanation, so closely you can't see much else. Perhaps that's not a bad thing in itself; any further away and it probably won't be legible.

After what he hopes is a long enough moment later, he replaces it with another note (still careful not to show himself).]

( this is totally what the devices look like okay )

[This is what happens when you grow up without computers. Or pencils. The picture cuts out after another few moments, replaced by what's clearly one of his first attempts at - gasp! - using the keyboard.]

wheniwriteitonititlooksstupid

[Sure, he can read what appears on his little screen every day, but to say Konoe is a skillful typist himself would clearly be a mistake. He's being brave today, finally asking for help... he knows it's been long enough in the dark.]