[ Toshiko puts on her most sincere, "I'm friendly and come in peace" smile for the camera. The two people on board who know her well might notice the tension present behind it. ]

Since I've only just arrived and it seems there's a lot to learn around here, I'm hoping someone out there can answer a couple of questions for me. Just simple ones right now, really.

What do you all do for fun, in your leisure time? Is there a library, or games? Darts, pool table, that sort of thing maybe?

And, um...I know there's been a little talk about it, but is there any alcohol on board? And if so, is it available for public consumption or do I have to beg someone for a drink or two?

[The feed comes on to show Taylor looking pretty annoyed, a sharp frown pinching her brows even as something a little more weary lingers in her eyes. Her tone, when she starts speaking, still comes out strong, more authoritative than might be remembered from her before. Her first real announcement as Head of Security, she's keeping her shoulders set and her gaze level.]

I was thinking that this was basic fucking common sense, but seeing as some of you seem to need someone to actually say this shit, I'm gonna lay it out for you.

You don't kill each other, you don't assault each other, you don't steal each other's belongings and you don't damage each other's belongings.

[A pause, making sure those sit clearly before she carries on.]

There is a security team here, we're active and we will take action to enforce these basic rules and rights if we see or are informed of them being broken. Each infraction will be dealt with individually, so don't ask me for a blanket 'what will you do if'. SEC's here to keep everyone safe, not to control your lives. Most of you know the kind of shit we've had to deal with here - if you don't, you should've read about it. It's bigger and it's nastier than this kind of sniping, so calm the fuck down and stop fucking with each other already.

[A moment, keeping the same hard expression before she seems to relax slightly, looking away at something off camera and then back again.]

Personal request: if there's anyone that can do tattooing or just art shit, drop me a message. [A slight motion of her shoulders, almost a shrug.] Been doing them myself, but I want these somewhere I can't get at. Can show you how to do it bare-bones, if you don't know.

[When Simon speaks, it's the kind of calm that masks a certain agitation--a placating tone that, despite its detached professionalism, somehow suggests he is maybe a little upset about being removed from home--from the familiar and (relatively) safe. He is, however, composed and collected, because it's probably a bad idea to address the network if he looks panicked.]

It's...my experience that there's always an absence of medical professionals in the places that need them the most. You wouldn't believe how many ships go off to the border planets without a doctor. We're lucky to have the facilities we do, all the way out here--

[Please hold for a SLIGHTLY BITTER laugh.]

I'm a trauma surgeon. I, uh. I'm the medic on board the Serenity. Which is...it's a ship like this, but...smaller. Much smaller. I'm used to living and working in space--I have experience, so I'd like to join the medical team, if I can. If there are positions open.

[And he's sure there are, because people always need doctors. The Alliance wants them alive, or he hopes they do. If he has something useful to offer who or whatever has brought him here, all the better for him.]

I hope that all this talk about killing each other doesn't actually become a reality, but in case there is a medical emergency, my number is zero-one-zero-zero-three-zero. Some of you may have met my sister, she--

[But he thinks better of elaborating and stops there.]

If anyone can send me an inventory of the medications stocked in the infirmary, I'd appreciate it.

[ 4:58am. The video begins. All there is to see is black. And what there is to hear is only a mess of extreme sobbing for eight whole seconds. The low buzz of her electrical prod provides ambiance for whatever short moment Cibo gasps for air. The whole event practically sounds like torture It must have shocked the device and activated the transmission in the first place — which it apparently does again on the ninth second, ending the feed.

There is nothing posted publicly afterward, save for a short texts a few minutes later. ]

[Text → AM]
Again. Worse.

[Text → Scout]
May I come over soon?

[Text → Murphy]
If awake, please meet me.


[ ooc: Depending on when your character replies will determine how upset Cibo will be. She'll head to the showers to calm herself down for a while. Once she returns, she'll be more comfortable to voice or video.
(Would most likely switch from her perma-text replies if asked.)
((Note: Edited in a time. Hope that doesn't mess anyone up!))
(((Here's what Cibo's dream was~))) ]