I've been here long enough now to say that this... [ a pause, for emphasis. ] hypothetical spaceship has a devastating shortage of acceptable wine. There's barely even any unacceptable wine, and I believe that, above all else, this can not be tolerated.

I will find a way to fix this problem, so help me, before I have to really find a way to evacuate myself from the premises.

Hi. [She waves at the camera.] Me again. Two questions:

One, does anybody know how to use a taser? If so, mind giving me some lessons? I could have asked the girl who gave it to me, but I wasn't thinking at the moment. In fact, what about self-defense classes? I get the feeling that not everything comes in peace here.

[Please don't tell her about any butt-probing horror stories.]

Two, I'm dying of boredom. No, pretending didn't work so don't ask. I didn't think I would ever say this, but I'm looking for one of the jobs here. While I am an artist, I did minor in computer science. I know how to write programs, troubleshoot, so on and so forth. [She left out the part about knowing how to hack.] There has to be some computer thing I can do on the spaceship before I lose my mind.


[Filtered to Edgeworth]

I was drunk. That's my story. The big feet thing was true, though.

[ This is back just slightly after the jump, somewhere on the lift. So, the background is pretty drab (???) and as always he's only dressed from the waist up. How does he even manage to mangle the jump suit? Someone give him some better clothes. ]

So. I guess that's what every jump is going to feel like, huh? Kind of shitty, if you ask me. Go here, go there. Do this, or you're gonna end up a puddle of gross if you don't. I really don't like taking these "mysterious" - [ He lifts his hands to quote the word, thank you. ] - orders 'cause it makes me feel like I'm Up There again. All the running around, not questioning a single damn thing. It really doesn't get anybody anywhere.

As for you new people— [ Biting at his lip, he takes a second to think about what he wants to say. Maybe waves his hand a bit. ] Don't expect any sort of rescue or hope or whatever comforting junk these guys have been telling you. Whether you want to believe it or not, you're screwed just like the rest of us. I've noticed some people like to sugar-coat the truth a little too much. Those you know from back home probably aren't going to show up, and the friends you make here might just disappear one day. [ Is someone sounding bitter? Yeeep. Definitely. ]

This isn't fun. It isn't a game. And on top of that, it's boring. I mean, boring. You've got your choices between getting high, getting wasted, or finding a good fuck to pass the time. Unless you wanna try exploring, but I wouldn't recommend that.

[ A sigh. ]

What I do recommend is trying to help me out with something though. It's not for some people, and I'm sure I'll be pissing someone off if I don't filter it. Seeing as how I don't know too much about all that, send me a message if you're: one, not a kid or an asshole. And two, interested in whatever could be a little, uh, illegal. I guess.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

[ So. There's a door. There's a door that appears to be open, though it's a bit crooked, and there's a rather large dent in it.

There's also John Grimm, standing there and looking vaguely sheepish, and looking much more noticeably like he just rolled out of bed. ]

I could use some help here, when someone gets a chance.

So give or take a month [or a couple of weeks] and thank whoever runs this boat, we finally got some movies. They've got a swell soundtrack and an even better star. I know some of you have actually heard of Captain America [his voice takes on a little patina of pride here] but he was a terrible actor.

Seriously, he couldn't stop looking at the camera.

And the one movie where they asked him to kiss the dame at the end, I heard he practically tripped over himself to avoid it.

[Okay, it's entirely possible that Howard is making that up]

I built a projector, and Bucky wants to host a viewing, so if you might be a fan of the Star-Spangled Man, or if you just don't have anything to do, come over.

[And look at the projector I built out of spare things I found lying around.]

It's better than sitting around thinking about the physical impossibilities of interstellar travel.

[Or the sons you have. Plural, now. Doesn't everyone do that?]

[Private to Tony Stark (MCU) | 100% encrypted]

You got a brother? A kind of dim one?

[Private to Miss Stone | 100% encrypted]

I talked to him, Miss Stone, but I don't think he's interested in anything else.