[Netherlands doesn't bother to do any introduction for this. Just, click, video feed on, and straight to the point - vaguely huffy, businesslike tone and unamused expression solidly along for the ride.]

New people, an' anyone who doesn't know how hydroponics work - don't try to plant anything in the Gardens that still has soil attached to it. It clogs up the whole row, sucks to clean it out. If y'have a plant from home, or whatever, we've got some people who can help. For free. One of 'em can even bring produce up to your floor.

[One tap and suddenly there's a list available.]

Ask them, or me. One of us will prob'ly know. Just don't go screwing up the Gardens because you weren't thinkin'.

Some of 'em didn't know a damn thing when they signed on, but they all learned quick enough - [That. Might be some sort of vague praise for the current crew, there.] - so the rest of you can, too.

We could use the help.

[And off.

Someone else should probably take over the Agriculture PSA and recruiting job in the future.]

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[ooc: threadjacking is still my favorite thing ever, so anyone in agriculture, feel free to get involved and take over wherever]

[The kid looks a bit different this time around. A bit more comfortable in his surroundings. Looking and sounding less like a brat and more... well, like the hero he is sometimes.]

So what is there to do on this ship? I've heard a few things about jobs, including... protecting people? Supposedly there's some really weird stuff that happens on board every now and then, and not everyone can protect themselves.

[He sets the communicator down, and steps back. And for those a bit more in the know, they might recognize the straps on his shoulders, the round edge of a disc strapped to his back. He's not unshouldering that, though, instead reaching up his left, gauntlet covered hand, hitting a button on the side.

With a slightly Star Wars-esque sound, a bright, energy projected disc is bursting out from his wrist, forming a large, see-through circle with red and blue bands, a large, white star taking up most of the middle. He raises his arm to further show it off]

I get that apparently you guys don't like kids fighting. But I have my own weapon, and I can prove myself pretty easily to whoever wants some help.

[His eyes narrow a bit, then, and he's pointing at the camera as his lips twist in a scowl]

And by the way? I want to talk to Tony Stark right. Now.

[it's been a while since Anne has shown her face on the network, and she doesn't look any less grumpy now than she did last time. She's sitting with her back up against a wall, and she's not wearing her uniform jacket, so with her short-sleeved buttonup, her forearms are visible. She's stating at the identifying tattoo there, and then after a moment she holds her arm out to make the mark readable to the camera]

So a while back, I joined security, and the next morning I woke up with "sec" added to the beginning of this thing. But how exactly do they do it? Because I sure as hell don't remember it happening. Does anybody else? I know these numbers are basically an ID badge. But what I want to know is how they get to us to change them. Any information would be great.

[with that, she cuts the feed]

[Private video to Murphy Pendleton, sent out some time later]

How're you holding up, Pendleton?

[she knows he's a grown man (hell, he's probably ten years her senior), but she can't help feeling a little responsible for him, after how much her father cared about him]

It's been a while. Just want to check and see how you were doing. I might stop by and see you, if you wouldn't mind.