wιcнιтa, ĸanѕaѕ
21 August 2012 @ 04:06 am
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i'm bar tending at the night club thing for the next few hours but it's empty so you all should come hang out so i don't have to drink alone. and i know i'm not supposed to drink while working but i already started so nothing you say can convince me to stop. if you "don't drink" then pretend i just spent a ton of time peer pressuring you to do so and come anyway. or you know don't drink and just come hang out. please. and thanks.

brendan bring the thing.


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on behalf of brendan frye i'd like to apologize for his kleptomaniacal ways and invite you to the night club to come pick up the chess piece he stole from you.



[ ooc: and HERE is the log! ]
 
 
gaius baltar.
21 August 2012 @ 04:42 pm
My name is Dr. Gaius Baltar.

[ Gaius has taken his time before actually making legitimate contact with the wider ship; he had to stop being completely miserable and half-panicked, first. That said, he still appears somewhat drawn and hopelessly paranoid, nerves just visible beneath an articulate speaking voice.

He's also smoking, which might steal away some credibility or formality. Might. He appears to be in his quarters, dressed down from business casual, all open collar and lacking a tie or actual effort in grooming. ]


My expertise is in computer science and engineering, with extensive and practical experience in the navigational systems of ships that regularly utilise faster than light travel -- the jumps, as they are colloquially identified.

I also know what the hardware looks like for ships that do not require human stasis to make its journeys. Considering the potential of investigation into this option along with general upkeep, I feel my experience would be invaluable to the Tranquility, and I am willing to lend it.

My only request is that I am granted a free and frank conversation with the ship's commanding officer, as senior as possible. As President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, I feel it necessary to engage in a higher level conversation on the decisions made for this ship, and my cooperation with its management.

...cheers.

[ private to lisbeth salander ]

I should have something for you to look at in the morning.
 
 
Montgomery Scott
[AKA to anyone who's not Ward or Resnik. Scotty's been pretty absent since Strela, not doing much in the way of socializing or... Okay, so he's been more or less completely absent and not at all because the person at the keyboard continues to be brainfried from work on account of being busy. He's not generally good at patient, but he's been trying. Biding his time, working to build a better understanding of Tranquility's engines and power grids. This venture may not have been entirely successful, given the fact that there's a lot that's off-limits. The fact that things are off-limits may not have stopped Scotty from trying to sneak a few peeks anyway.

Currently he's in his quarters, looking a bit disheveled. He's been
working. When he speaks, he keeps his voice hushed, as though speaking too loudly is going to somehow mean that a) Ward and Resnik are going to overhear him through the walls of his quarters or b) sense that something's been encrypted against them and find a way to get through the encryption. There's a reason no sends Scotty on missions of extreme subterfuge.]

Is there anyone aboard this ship with prior experience in travelin' between dimensions? I've dabbled in multiversal theory myself, a bit, but without practical understandin'... [He shifts, casts a furtive glance toward his door.] Been considerin' the possibility o' buildin' a proper transporter. T'anyone unfamiliar with the concept, it's a way o' travelin' almost instantaneously from one location t'another. The question... Well. The questions are whether there's materials available, whether it'd be possible t'divert power from nonessential ship functions in order t'power it, if there'd even be way o' keepin' it secret from people who shouldn't know about it... [He pauses, and glances at the door again, like any minute someone's going to come bursting in to drag him away. All this talk of death lately has him a bit jumpy, though he's far too proud to admit it.] Purely as an academic exercise, o' course. Completely hypothetical, wouldn't dream o' actually tryin' it. It'd be entirely too risky.

[There are a lot of things Scotty is good at. Lying is not one of them.]

An' it'd especially be entirely too risky t'actually attempt workin' out transdimensional beamin'. Probably wouldn't even work, anyway. But there's no harm in thinkin' about it, aye? Purely hypothetically, o' course. [Pause.] But if anyone's got detailed information regardin' what happens in the ship's systems during a jump, it'd be appreciated if you'd be willin' t'share. Or any other information that might be relevant.
 
 
Noah Hill
21 August 2012 @ 06:24 pm
[His face is way too close, but it's a friendly face, if nothing else.]

Nearly two weeks aboard by my count. I don't suppose there's any celebration for that. But I did hear something about a birthday or two. So. Happy belated, I hope it was a good one.

[He speaks with an undeniable English accent, tries to sound cheerful about it. But he knows that a lot of people would probably rather be celebrating their birthdays back home, or...anywhere but here. Tales of murder and being inked against one's will makes the name Tranquility a bit dubious at best. Speaking of names:]

I'm Noah, hullo, no relation to the guy with the ark. Just the one little beast with me, who's really missing his tins of tuna right about now.

Let me know if you come across any? Appreciate it.