[ The video clicks on, and it's obvious enough that Cat's not particularly happy about choosing to do so, but given the reason for one of her rare appearances on the network, she thought she might as well show her face. There's a bit of a pause before she finds it in herself to actually start talking as opposed to just looking a bit grumpy and reluctant, which is of course her standard approach to everything. Doesn't matter that Cat genuinely wants to get something out of this, she just hates having to ask for help. ]

All right, seeing as for once we're not being fucked around by red text or demons or brain-washing or fatal illnesses and shit, might as well make the most of it, yeah? [ She peers at the feed searchingly, pursing her lips. ] Bound to be a couple of you out there who can swim, I reckon. There's a pool here - I want to learn how. Not got much use for swimming back home, s'why I never learned, but I have a chance now, so it stands to reason I could give it a go.

Any of you lot think you can teach me?

[ She's very careful not to use the word "help", already feeling weird for how much she's talking when she usually kepts to the minimum amount of words required to make a sentence. With some amount of restraint she manages to stop herself from saying she wouldn't mind a couple of offers since some of you lot were bound to be terrible teachers.

Fair warning, Cat herself would be a pretty fucking terrible student. ]

[ Since his arrival, King Stannis Baratheon has been familiarizing him with the halls of the Tranquility and the queer technology that makes up the vessel (though it all still strikes him as nothing short of madness). All the technology that is, save for one queer device. He is a distrustful man by nature, and as he examines it, he finds that he rather dislikes the look of the thing.

Perhaps he will dislike it even more when he inadvertently activates the "text" function on this queer device, broadcasting across the ship communication system. ]

qwertyuiop

[ Why would letters be organized in such a non-sensical manner? It seemed to him that it would not make communication any easier. Yet again, he presses the letters. ]

. . .

Q W E R T
Y U I

OP

[ It takes some time for him to notice that such is apparently being broadcast, though a small alert indicates such to him (for he could see nothing else that would cause such).

The Others take this infernal device. The Others take this infernal ship

He moves his jaw back and forth for a moment, before activating the video function, though he immediately turns it off. Who knew who (or what) might be watching.

So finally (after much teeth-grinding), he opts for the "voice" function, keeping it short and simple. ]

Speak.

[ Further answers would come in time. He would make sure of such. ]

[Oh hey Tranquility, here's a familiar face for you, except probably not the one you're expecting. Jay picks up the device more than aware that the line may not be as secure as he hoped but at this point in time it was his only chance of finding answers. With the video feed turned on, he's just hoping whoever sees this doesn't recognize him as that suspected bombing terrorist so he just plans to act as casual as possible]

Is this supposed to be some sort of prank? Because if it is, I really don't think I was drunk enough to have agreed to this.

Not so sure I'm actually buying the fact we're in space but that aside I just have one question though for whoever is getting this message. I'm looking for a friend of mine is there any quick way to find out if he's here or not? Because it's kind of important I find him before he gets himself into trouble.

[ And in this corner, representing for the various Westerosi - because between pyromania and keysmashes, someone has to - is someone who's discovered that the keyboard function isn't meant to be pounded relentlessly. Nah, they're letters. Letters like in words. ]

[ Wow, guys, imagine that. Let's practice type some words. ]

blacktyde

grimtonguE

ForeMast

Harlaw

Pyk

[ But she must have hit the wrong key because the textual screen is suddenly replaced with a live feed of a young woman who is dubiously hunched over her communication device and practicing the cordi-board keys. It's not that hard, see? And video isn't that bad a thing, either, though it's accidental and the surprise is evident on her face. But this works; she'd had a question burning in the back of her mind since she woke up and started toying with this...thing. ]

A ship, is it? [ Whoops! Asha, your blatant and tasteless skepticism is showing through. That's not very ladylike. Cover that shit like it were your ankles! ]

And just who captains it?

[ Or...don't. That's okay, too. ]

[He's been lurking on the networks since his arrival, reading everything he can get his hands on, but no sign of that shows in his expression. (Better to show trust and goodwill towards his fellow passengers by showing his voice and face. He's wearing the uniform, in order to foster a sense of common ground among those who haven't got other clothes.) Leoben smiles, calm and candid.]

Hi. I'm new here, and it seems to be the custom to introduce yourself. I'm Leoben.

I was wondering - does anyone have any religious texts they'd be willing to share? Or any works on prophecy, divination, or philosophy? Seems like my universe has some things in common with most of yours, but a lot that's different. I'd be glad to know more about other people's faiths, and to introduce them to mine.

I've got a complete copy of the Sacred Scrolls of the Twelve Colonies, and I can provide a digitized copy to anyone who's interested. [He says this as though it's normal, as though it's not blasphemous to set the Sacred Scrolls in print instead of keeping them handwritten, besides being abhorrent for scripture to be in the hands of a Cylon.] Our faiths are similar, but the Colonials look to many gods, while we look to one. It's a little complicated.

I'm very happy to have this opportunity to learn more about such a diverse group of people - human and non-humans of all kinds, their cultures and beliefs - and to spread God's word, in accordance with His holy will, among you all. [He seems to actually mean this, and to be downright thrilled to find himself captive on a creepy half-abandoned spaceship adrift in the stars.]

And Kara? I'd love to see you, whenever you've got the time.

[ The feed clicks on to a slightly skewed view of Tommy’s room, and then a closeup of his face as he tilts it the wrong way. ]

Was that the right button?

Sure, yeah, that's to start a video. We - well, you - are on camera right now. It's live, so everyone can see and hear you.

[ Raven's made herself comfy seated right next to Tommy ( well, not right next to, she's left enough space between them so she's not on camera, at least, though now she's reaching to adjust the comm so it's angled a little better, a tiny bit further away. ]

See? That- [ pointing ] -little thing is what's recording you. That little dot's the microphone, right next to it. Just don't cover either of those with your fingers and you're fine.

[ Only, he angles the camera again slightly, fiddling with it until Raven’s on screen as well.]

Hi. Hello --

I'm looking for someone. She's...quite small. With brown -- well, blonde hair to about here - [ And Tommy gestures to his chin ] Her name is Kathy. Kathy H. If you've seen her, could you give me a ring here?

( OOC | italics are raven. )