[private to jesse pinkman and miles edgesworth | not encrypted | video]

[The Libby--and it's just Libby, even if her face is clean and her hair is gently washed and flowing smooth and purely blonde--who appears in the video is relieved. Not drunk, not jittery with tension, not panicked or cornered or twisted by anger. Just relieved, smiling with an old, recently missing quirk to it, wrapped up in an oversized black jacket and smoking with a hand that shakes but only slightly.]

Hey, guys. Guess who I can't find? Um--do you want to like. Watch a stupid future movie or whatev, some time? I've got--I've got a lot of free time. So. You know. Or anything.

And, um--maybe we should all check in. Every morning and tonight. Your girls too, Jesse. I just ydon't want--well. A lot of people have been going missing. [She ruffles her hair with her free hand, but still. For the first time since she got here she can breathe.] But yeah. Anything you want.

[private to james rogers | not encrypted | voice]

Um. Hey.

[Nervous, but that's fine, right? Everything is fine today.]

[public | voice]

Loki's gone. I don't know who of you care, but unless he shows up and calls me an idiot on this thing--he's gone. So. Tally that up, I figure.

[A quiet, disbelieving laugh, her voice mellow and soft, and Libby falls back on her bed.]

You know what I miss? I miss getting drunk.

The simple pleasures of life. Perhaps the taste of peanut brittle! Or the view you get when a gal in a particularly short skirt bends over to flash whatever's underneath. Flowers in spring or some stupid shit like that, whatever people get their jollies off on. Scratch the peanut brittle thing, actually. In retrospect, peanut brittle is fucking disgusting.

[ Bartleby's sitting at one of the kitchen counters it seems, an elbow propped on the surface, his head tilted against a fist. He looks thoughtful, and yet sounds aggravated. Sardonic. ]

You know what I don't miss? Assholes who get lost for weeks inside a never-ending corn maze with less corn and more maze without even bothering to leave their phone on. Can you believe the damn cretinism that has to go into something so careless as that? Is it retardation, I ask of you? No, for that is too simple an answer. I don't miss Wisconsin. Nobody misses Wisconsin.

Also the Spice Girls. I really don't miss the Spice Girls. I'm probably pushing my luck with saying that one aloud.

[The feed shows darkness. A shadow shifts about and there are vague outlines that many might recognize as the interior of a passenger dorm room. The angle is a bit awkward, suggesting that the communicator was tossed down somewhere. Loki, who has yet to completely master these devices, has accidentally turned on the video instead of audio.]

It has already been reported that my other self is among us no longer. 'Tis so, I cannot feel his presence.

[The moving shadow pauses and clasps his hands thoughtfully, then wanders out of view.]

His was a truly troubled spirit and I can but hope that he has found some manner of peace now.

...I must confess to some envy. I would not mind ridding myself of this place and vanishing as he did. One would think that, for a man who has lived for centuries, a months or even years-long voyage would be as nothing.

[The shadow wanders back into view, placing a horned headdress over his brow.]

The truth is I would give nigh anything to return whence I came. I wonder how many others feel the same way. Do you consider this vessel your new fate? Having been stolen by it, will you now remain upon it until it reaches its unknown destination? Or do you intend to find a way home?

[The shadow turns its head and seems to look directly at the camera, though the view remains tilted and awkward. A pair of green eyes start to glow in the darkness.]

And to those of you intent on staying, where do you suppose this celestial ark is taking us?

[Ianto is wearing a suit. After months on this ship, he finally has one at a cost he'd rather not have seen paid.]

Happy birthday to me. Assuming this calender's compatible with Earth's and functioning properly and all that. I'm sorry to say I don't have any cake, but I managed to scrounge up some music and something that passes as nachos. If anyone wants to bring anything up to the holodeck in passenger level one, we can share it around and call it a party.

[Happy birthday, indeed. Thanks, Sherlock.]

(ooc: and here's a log.)

[ It's about that time again. The one where Bells is particularly bored, lacking a little (okay, a lot) in manners and really just can't stand all the messages and videos going around that kind of seem unimportant. Rather than laying in his bed, however, he's just standing in the hall outside his room. ]

Hi, sooo. I've got a few things to get off my chest, and I'm sure since the majority of you are the sharing-and-caring, touchy-feely types, you'll probably listen. If not, that's cool too. Okay. [ Just get on with it. ] Here's the thing:

People disappear all the time. They leave or die or simply vanish without a clue. It happens. No amount of feeling sorry for 'em or anyone else is gonna get you anywhere. They're gone. They're not coming back. The best you can do, if you can even call it that, is hope that whatever's left is at some sort of peace.

Sometimes, that doesn't help either. Stilllll. This ship isn't the worst thing out there. I haven't been here all that long, but I'm pretty sure that works for just about every situation.

[ He takes a breath - this is a particularly long speech for him - and holds up two fingers to indicate his second thought. ]

That being said—I know it's been a while since I've seen this many humans wandering around of their own free will, but seriously. What the fuck are you doing? Shouldn't you be more worried about getting off this boat rather than trying to stay? Can we even do that? 'Cause I'll eventually need some things that don't exist here, and it's kinda driving me crazy.

[ Up comes the third finger. ]

And I don't usually do this either, but uh. Does anyone throw parties? Maybe it should be, well, a thing. How can something this big be this boring? Fuck. I don't get it. [ He drops his hand and just shrugs. ] Yeah. I guess that's all for now.