[Charles is sitting in one of Tranquilities mess halls, slowly stirring a mug of tea and staring down at a chess board. His face is pale, expression set in a resigned sort of calm.]

It is with great regret that I must announce that Erik Lehnsherr is no longer on the Tranquility. It would appear that he went among the missing sometime around the last jump.

[His voice is level as he relays these facts. He had hoped that Erik might have surfaced from the jump beds and gone about some project or another but as time had passed, Charles had looked more closely into the matter and found that his hope was for naught.]

I hope this means he is free of all of this and has returned to our world to continue along his path there.

[Even if that path was one that could potentially lead to war, it was better than the other possibility niggling at Charles’ mind; a possibility Charles did not want to consider too closely.

Setting aside the spoon in the mug, Charles reached up and brushed his fingers through his hair, then reached to move a pawn, pausing and then spinning the board around so he could play the other side.]

[ jenna could have sworn she was done with being the nearly thirty year old who still gets high in public. but rey had a really big bag. a really. big. bag.

smoking with a vampire is worse for weed hogging than bong hits with michael phelps, news at eleven. at least she's a bit more coherent than her comrades.

the posts starts without ceremony, various limbs belonging to ariadne and rey in the background. ]

All right, we-- [ she flings out an arm, gathering two separate 'oofs' ] have all been here since day one. Day one. And a guy gave Rey a huge bag of weed, and we're not leaving this room until it's all smoked, because this place is the worst second chance invented without the cast of Jersey Shore involved. Seriously--

Wait, what's Jersey Shore? [ that from ariadne. jenna stops, frowning. ]

It's-- Rey, help me out here.

[ rey shakes her head slowly, eyes lidded. ] Can't, I have the same question.

[ jenna wrinkles her nose. ] Okay, it's-- orange people, from New Jersey, who are apparently Italian but really not, and one of them likes pickles and another one peed in a corner of a bar. [ kanye shrug. ] It's classy, appointment TV.

[ after a moment and three equally 'but why' faces, jenna moves on as their self-appointed spokesman. ] Anyway, what happened to boring space? It was like 'oh, I can't find enough hair ties' not 'holy crap, monsters and doom and people leaving'. I liked space better five months ago.

Rey. Rey, Ari. Quick poll-- play along, viewers at home-- did you like space better five months ago.

[ give her a second, what was her point again? ] Right, and people should come help us. And bring food.

Mostly the food, but helping's cool too. Rey's sharing, but only if you come join us in the People's Republic of Berkeley.

[ which would be the common deck on floor one, for the record. ]

Disallowed are: yelling, fighting, non-consensual pantsing, DARE propaganda, and Fig Newtons. Anything else, come on in.


( ooc | SO REY HAS DECREED ALL WEED IS TO BE SMOKED IN THE PARTY ROOM feel free to say your character dropped by, action it out, whatever. all threads viewable to the stoners three by proximity, label it locked otherwise and maybe one of them rolled over or something.

also blue is ari, and green is rey. )

[ It's been a week since Jim Gordon's arrival on the Tranquility. (A week since he woke up covered in goo, a week since a girl who looked like she escaped the renaissance faire told him he'd wound up — one way or another — in space with no obvious way back home.)

A week, all things considered, is a pretty good amount of time. Enough to get relatively acquainted with the ship, to get a grip on the sorts of communiqués that are sent to and fro on the network. All in all, the ship isn't his idea of a vacation, but he's not the kind of man who's ever been given to sitting around on his laurels, or complaining about what he's been given. And so: ]

1. re: SEC force: I would like to offer my own services, if at all possible.

[ The message stays unsent for a long moment. He doesn't have much else to say, at least not for the moment. At length, he resumes typing, before actually publishing the text. ]

2. Also, is there anyone else in the manifesto with my surname?

Thank you for your time,
J. Gordon

[Moran turns on his communication device but is distracted a moment later by some task or comment.]

Not wot you're used to, sir, but best I could do under the circumstances. I can try somethin' else, if that's too much not to your liking.

[His attention turns back to the communicator. In the background, eating utensils can be heard against a plate. He's not the one eating.]

I'm lookin' to make a foursome for whist. May have two--

If you'd care to, sir.

--Do have two. Happy to take a total of five or six, have off-hands.

One of you lot -- you know who you are -- I damn well expect t' see. Better beleive I'm keen to put you to the task at cards. Pup, if you care to, I'd like to have you join us. Easy to learn the game.

So, anyone care for a rubber or two?


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