[The video turns on first -- a closeup of a handsome young man’s face. A blue eye flashes in the screen for a moment, then the camera is turned over in his hands, buttons are pressed -- and it switches to voice. There is silence for a moment, save for the fumbling of Renly’s hands and some quiet breaths, and then -- a soft ‘Aah.’ The strange device is blinking at him, apparently he is meant to communicate. Sadly, his voice does not sound quite as authoritative as he wishes it to, mostly due to confusion.]

This is King Renly Baratheon, lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Speak, whoever listens, and tell me how I may return home. I have pressing business to attend to and a war to win.

[He falls silent once again, frowning, and pokes at the comm, some of the arrogance in his tone fading to honest curiosity and confusion.] If there is anyone listening, that is. This device is quite strange.

[ river is sitting on the floor of her room, staring at the screen, and frankly it's easy to tell that there's something not quite right about her. she looks unfocused, and there's something haunted about her. unhealthy and not all that sane.

more notably, though, if you're not inspecting her face while she sits there silent, you might notice that she must have gotten her hands on a knife at some point, because half of her jumpsuit is missing. she has mangled the tranquility crew uniform - the legs of the suit are cut off at the knee, and the sleeves are gone entirely. she's decided to forgo shoes, too. it seems like she's trying to say something, but can't quite manage. her eyes drop to the floor. ]

You're living on a graveyard. [ she's not quiet, but she sounds distracted. ] Gathering wool. Everyone's a cotton farmer. They thought we wouldn't notice if they took our eyes, but the ears are a requirement for watching. Seeking. She can't hide, everything's exposed, tore you open to see how it ticks and they didn't sew it back up, your stomach acids will leak on the floor and give you away. They will. They'll come for you in the dark, it's why they put out the stars. It's all going to - to fall. Tiān fān dì fù.

[ she frowns, twitches very suddenly, like she's snapping out of a trance. she looks up at the screen. ]

... This isn't my space. [ and like a frightened child: ] S-Simon?

[Locked to Robb, Jon, Alayne, Bran | Encrypted 20%]

The queen is here.

[It's the first voice post she's made, and there is so much emotion in her voice that it's hard to tell if she's angry, scared, or just excited.

She isn't the girl she was, outspoken and forward but innocent. That girl is gone, and the one that took her place is harder and fiercer.]

[Locked to Alayne | Encrypted 30%]

[And, apropos of nothing:] A girl has a request.

[Tony's dressed only in a garishly coloured purple robe and his underwear and he appears to be working on something just off the screen. He's so far refusing to wear the uniform provided, sticking with what came with him in his locker. He doesn't look like the first Tony Stark on the ship, but he certainly shares the same facial hair as him. There's also no arc reactor sitting in his chest.]

There's a reason why I donated my services to a government-sponsored metahuman strike force while maintaining my position as CEO of a multinational company. I don't do idle very well.

[His hands still and then he reaches out to take a drink of the space-booze he's been building a stockpile of for himself in his room. Alcoholics have to drink.]

That said, the last time I visited another dimension they'd never heard of me and the last time I met a parallel universe version of myself before this ship his head dropped through the multiversal gate and onto my lap.

So question, who here has heard of the Ultimates, Fantastic Four, mutants, Spider-Man or even recognise me? [That seems to be the major factions that were known in recent years for him.

Then there's a chirp and a small robotic bird flies up to hover in front of Tony, evidently what he was working on before.]

...And does anyone want this?

[ it takes her longer than she likes to figure out how to work the device; after enough cautious tinkering, rhoda manages to work her way around the text function. it's still damned fiddly; the keys are smaller than that of a typewriter and she has yet to discover how to underline words for emphasis (which is perhaps for the best; she would certainly abuse that option, though now what you get is the wanton abuse of capslock in its place). ]

I understand that NO amount of scrubbing will rid me of the markings on my arm.
However, might I inquire as to whether there are any witches aboard this star-ship who have at the very least succeeded in HIDING it under a Glamour?
I would attempt to do so myself, but I don't know if there are any enchantments or wards upon the thing already. No one wishes to have their magic BACKFIRE upon them, naturally.
Beyond that, should anyone care to explain just WHY we must be branded like CATTLE as though we were PROPERTY of this vessel, I would be INFINITELY grateful.

Yours Faithfully,
Lady Rhoda Lamb

Good day. My name is Miles Edgeworth; I am a security prosecutor in Tranquility.

[This is...relatively similar to how he typically starts out his transmissions…except not quite. Indeed, there are a few differences from the norm. First, his manner is slightly unfocused. Second, it's video, and third, he has a friendly-looking shiba inu plopped firmly down on his lap.]

This is Pess. Pess is my dog. I know you don't like me, but Pess is...

[A slight confused pause, then he continues.]

Pess is completely, completely off-limits. If anyone thinks about harming her, I will - "return the blow with a strength twenty times your own!" [That has the air of quoting something, and his self-satisfied nod seems to confirm this.] You may also have time with Pess, if you are a decent sort.

Erm.

Oh, yes. Did the buddy system work well? I'll take notes...I need paper. [He casts about for a piece of paper; Pess wriggles around in his lap and jumps up to bite his chin and Edgeworth accidentally turns off the feed with his elbow.]

[ The feed clicks on to reveal an average looking young man with light brown hair; he’s sitting, elbows on knees and hands clasped in front of him, not too far from the camera that he’s obviously propped up on a low table. ]

Hello, Tranquilit-ees… ? Tranquilites? [ A slight pause; yeah, no, let’s never say either of those words again. ] This is Josh of the planet Earth, and I have a quick question that I’m pretty sure wasn’t covered in the welcome packet – which was absolutely lovely and not terrifying at all, by the way, thank you very much to whoever put that together. [ Seriously though, “the list” and “smiley”?? Extremely reassuring. ]

Does anyone have any idea what the date is? I know this jump business has done a number on… well, everything, but this thing’s got to have an internal clock somewhere, right?

[ Despite his best efforts to remain relaxed, it's clear he's slightly nervous - fidgeting a bit with his hands, focusing to keep his attention on the feed. ]

— it should be on now. You know, I think this is the first time I’ve tried talking to the network like this since I got here but anyway, not the point. I guess we should start with introductions, huh?

Hello Tranquility! My name is Chuck [ She waves at first, still smiling before she turns the screen so a certain someone can be seen beside her ] and this is Ned.

[ “And this is Ned—” Well, he’s slightly distracted with that dream-like smile towards Chuck, shattered once he glances towards the screen. Lost. ]

Oh, right. Some of us have spoken before annnnddd... [ Looking back to Chuck. And? ]

This is probably a good a time as any to bring this up since the jump is over and we have some new people here, so I was thinking maybe if there are people interested we could try starting up a club of sorts?

[ Ned abruptly leans forward, standing on his toes. His turn, his turn! ]

Right, “a club of sorts” for... pets. Companions. Whatever is considered “socially acceptable.” [ A bark can be heard from Digby. ] Friends.

Yes, exactly— after all, there seem to be quite a few of us already so it could be something fun to do. There could even be activities or other things like that.

So, there you go. Tranquility for the Tranquility. Just something to pass the time. Maybe a normal thing every month? After jumps.[ Pause. ] You know jumps, fun stuff.

[ She looks over at Ned affectionately before she nods ] That’s about it, I think. Let us know your thoughts on it?

Anything. Anything at all. [ He’s looking back. ] Yeah.

[ Okay, enough with the odd couple staring. The feed ends. ]

[ooc; Chuck and Ned, both will be responding ]