[The feed flicks on to the redhead, looking concerned. Her normal semi-cheerful smile is gone, and those who know her would know she hasn't been herself since the last jump.]

I know I ain't the first person who's come back here before. I mean however long the jump normally lasts? I went back home for a few weeks. Seems like there's always something. [Which she's fine with. She always seems to manage, make it through. But now with Bill being as brainwashed as he is, and everything completely fucked, it's taken a lot out of her.]

Guess I'm just wonderin' how y'all cope with knowin' that there's some pretty heavy shit goin' on back home, and there's nothin' you can do about it.

[She chews on her lip for a moment.] I think it's the not knowin' that's botherin' me the most. I ain't helpless. Best part'a bein' a vampire is you can really fuck some things up, but what do you do when another vampire-- who is supposed to be dead [thank you, Eric]-- is three thousand years old and about to attack like an entire race of-- well whatever fairies are? Not to mention someone close to you.

And I'm here. In space hell again. [She gives an exaggerated smile.] Fantastic.

[WOW THIS POST IS SO EXCITING no, psych. it's an average man, holding his communicator in such a way as to just film his average face and average neck and the average background behind him. yawn. he appears to be wearing some kind of red t-shirt, and his expression falls somewhere between neutral and friendly.]

You know, most every kid dreams about going to space at some point, but I gotta say this isn't exactly what I pictured after seeing Star Wars for the first time. No stars, for one thing--you'd figure that would be one of the perks. A whole lot of walls, though. I'd ask about the resident status of little green men, but that might actually be offensive. [SHRUG. his smile is easy, if a little self-deprecating.] I've always been a Xena guy, myself. Funny how things work out.

Okay, okay--I did have a question when I started this, I swear. As a special bonus, it won't even start an ethics debate. This is an open network, right? Like one big interstellar Craigslist, internet arguments and all. I've already done some of the recommended reading--very informative, by the way--but in my experience there's not much an FAQ can do to replace real... experience. So. What's one thing you wish someone had told you when you first showed up here? Anything at all, doesn't matter what. [one corner of his mouth twists up for a moment, as if to say well, what can you do?] Not sure how much I can offer in return right off the bat, but hey, give me a few weeks. I'll owe you one.

[he pauses, looking at the camera with a wry edge to his otherwise still friendly grin.]

Also. Has anyone been able to figure how we end up with the stuff in our lockers? I mean, the--selection process. Because I for one would love to know the reasoning behind this. [he lowers the camera slightly to reveal that he is, in fact, wearing this.] Not disputing the logo, by the way. Just curious.

[Tommy's transmitting this from the bar, where he basically has been living ever since his last post. He sounds a little distant, distracted, and very very drunk.] I had a wife back home. Jeanie... We married before I shipped out to Iraq. Never even had a chance to open our wedding gifts. [Gifts that he shot.] Never will, now. [BECAUSE HE SHOT THEM. Also, he's in space. Which is good, since she has a restraining order against him.]

I keep thinking about what I'd do if I ever saw her again. What I'd say... [How he'd make things right.]

I know I'm new here, but I can't be the only one missing someone. You all have somebody, right?

[He's quiet for a while, then:]

What would you say if you could see 'em again?

[OOC: To folks I owe tags to: I have not forgotten! Just gonna play catch up later today.]

[and here's the charismatic, smiling face of James T. Kirk. he has business to tend to, and it's clear in his expression]

Morning, Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

Some of you may have heard my name floating around. I'm here to answer questions if any of you still have them.

[but this broadcast has the air of purpose, and he gets down to it pretty quick.]

Those of you that have been around for at least a handful of jumps are going to know what this is about, but for those of you that don't, during our stay on the Tranquility it has come to light that some of our number require more than what humans would consider regular dietary needs. Unfortunately, we haven't yet been able to synthesize all of these needs. Therefore, on behalf of one of that number, I'm asking some of you to come forward to donate to keep this individual from starving to death while on board. I'd like anyone with substantial stamina willing to volunteer to contact me. The procedure will be safe, and medical officers will be present at all times.

Kirk out.

[ooc: for those of you that don't know, this is in regards to THE WRAITH FEEDING PLOT that's an ongoing kind of thing. we need at least 10 volunteers so gimme all your victims do gooders!! if you have any questions you can contact me or pyraven!]

[After a particular incident which may or may not have involved projectile retching, Murphy breaks his awkward radio silence over the network to come before you people for some worldly advice:]

"Don't... suppose anyone would have any suggestions on how to get ink stains outta your clothes, would ya? I'm, uh... talkin' about lots of it, like...

"Shit, how do I do this...?"

[Eventually, Murphy figures out how to switch the video feed on. What you actually see is a set of black shirt and jeans.

[...Actually, they weren't always black, judging by the specks of the original red and blue colors that are still miraculously visible. Murphy himself is still slightly marked in ink, but he isn't about to showcase that at the moment.]

"Guess askin' for dry cleaners in this damn place would be a bit much to ask for..."