wιcнιтa, ĸanѕaѕ
15 October 2012 @ 02:51 am
[ when she sees Moran with his rifle, strutting down the hallway like he's all that and a bag of sliced bread with potato chips, Wichita knows that he is up to Absolutely No Good. she can just tell. so naturally, she follows, maybe hoping to discover some blackmail material, or something she could make fun of him for later on when he least expects it. you know, the usual. but after a while ( where the hell are they going? ) she gets bored, and turns on her communicator. she switches the video feed to show ( kind of ) what she's looking at, which is Moran making his way through the hallways, her stalking casually following him a few yards behind.

when she talks, it's in a dramatic stage whisper.
]

Oi viewers! You've just tuned in for another cracking good episode of Wild Safari Adventures With Sebastian Moran. This week, we follow the wild Maroonie into uncharted territories! [ nah let's not try for an accent here. she laughs, as quietly as she can, then starts again. ] No, but seriously. I know this is creepy as shit, but this guy's been creepy as shit too, so it evens out.

[ Moran has his rifle balanced rather jauntily on his shoulder, but his ears are tuned into Wichita's entire commentary and his mood is slowly souring. Thanks, Wichita. He sounds nothing like that. He gives an exasperated sigh and eyes her over his shoulder. Gurl, you in trouble now. ]

I've heard sneakier footsteps from an elephant. An especially large one. With a limp. Have nothing better to do with your time, then?

--hup! Discovered. )



[ooc: the cut is ooc, just to save your flist. UM. Moran is ORANGE, Wichita is BLUE. replies will come from both once Hannah wakes up again and Moran is done, um, running. have made plans for someone to come pick her up, but she'll be talking ( kinda! ) to anybody that answers. i'll include random notes in the tags as we go. idek.

BUT YEAH. YAY GUN RANGE! underneath all this ridiculousness, the ship's actual gun range has been discovered! Wichita will give directions once she's got medical attention. :D
]
 
 
Jᴀᴍᴇs T. Kɪʀᴋ
15 October 2012 @ 11:11 am
[the video clicks and Kirk is sitting at a table, it isn't his room, possibly one of the board rooms, and he's clad in the regulation greens of Starfleet.]

Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

For anyone joining us in the most recent jump that may have missed it, please take the time to read the FAQ that's been compiled. It will answer most of your more basic questions, and we highly encourage you to inform yourselves of your situation.

[and the following links will beep to life on everyone's screens:


I'd like to take this moment to repeat the necessity for all of us to work together. We are, effectively, the crew on board this vessel. A month before the first wave, the former crew manning the Tranquility disappeared without a trace with the exception of Captain Ward and Commander Resnik. We still have no explanation, which I know isn't what any of you want to hear. That being said, if any of you need help choosing a division, don't hesitate to ask.

I know many of you aren't from planets that've taken their first steps into space yet, and as such you're anxious. I also know some of you come from backgrounds that say you need to go it alone. I know plenty of you have no reason to trust any of us. But turning our backs on one another is not the way we're going to survive and make it home. This ship has the potential to be dangerous, as last month's unexplained fog can attest. If we can't take care of one another, if we can't support one another through crisis, we're only going to be hurting ourselves.

Working on a ship this size requires a different kind of mindset. I can't stop any of you from exploring on your own, or from extrapolating on potentially dangerous ideas [JAYE.], but I encourage you to do your research and do it as safely as you can. Every life on board is worth something. Don't put yourself needlessly in danger and don't do anything alone.

[he's been talking for a while, and though he isn't done Jim's attention moves and a moment later (invisible to most) an encryption pops up in his feed.]

{KIRK ENCRYPTION 100% :: exclude WARD & RESNIK}

If you discover something you believe could help our understanding of the ship or that might help us get home, we encourage you to share this information. However, do it discretely. There's a post that goes up every jump that is anonymous. This trend started when one of our number made a discovery and soon after, died on the ship. His death was never proven to be homicide, but it was suspicious enough to cause concern.

This ship has plenty of secrets. As individuals, we will never not be hiding something. There are people on board who get no bigger delight than stirring the pot. Don't encourage these people. If you're bored, there's more than enough to do without resorting to petty gossip. We have enough on our hands as it is.

{END ENCRYPTION}

On a lighter note, one of our number, Cameron Reese, has expressed interest in heading a competition, namely for firearms and archery. If any of you think this is up your alley, her contact number is 010 - 078.

Before that happens, though, I think we need to detail some rules for the firing range that was recently uncovered. These rules will be posted in the firing range. Anyone caught breaking them will be subject to disciplinary action by the Security team.

SHOOTINGRANGE.txt )

Kirk out.

SCIENCE & MEDICAL DIVISIONS + 001 099 + ENTERPRISE | ENCRYPTION 100% )

OCTOBER BANTUM | PRIVATE )

NETHERLANDS | PRIVATE )
 
 
grandpa egbert juniordad
15 October 2012 @ 11:44 am
[ Here we see Jake English. Typical tanned skin boy who appears roughly 16. He's got the device shown in his icon on his head, fully functioning. Instead of speaking, he's think typing to the network. Some of his thoughts may be filtered, others may not be. This is merely a test run, however. The only reason it's on video as well is possibly his attempt to show off. But never mind that. He flashes a grin as the text appears on the screen. ]

Howdy ho onlookers of the network yet again and an even greater greeting to those who are just now arriving on the ship. I do hope you are settling in well to your new home. Fret not, the contraption on my noggin is nothing more than a computer that i received in my locker last jump and i am merely giving its think typing capabilities a little test considering i have done a grand amount of tinkering with it to get it to this stage of functioning. Kicking christ, i really missed this little doohickey!!!!! Heres to hoping the rest of my wearable computers appear in my locker next jump.

:D

Im sure other have given you the low down on how this entire kidnapping tomfoolery sort of works so ill just mozy on past all of that and just offer my services to any of you who perhaps would be interested in the following and would be fond of making contact.... this goes to any new comers or perhaps those who havent spoken with me yet...

[ holy wall of green text, batman. this kid talks a lot ] )
I reckon thats really it!!!!! Ive been here for a few months so if you have any other questions im here to help....
The only thing i can really tell you is to be readily prepared for practically anything on this craft. Rely on those you trust the most and nobody else... but dont be surprised when one day you wake up and theyre gone from this place. :/


[ And that's it! Probably not the smartest sort of information to post, but excuse him. He's a little.. unique. He gives the video a little finger gun before signing off. ]
 
 
rosella.
15 October 2012 @ 01:37 pm
[ The feed clicks on. +1 Rosella, looking blankly at the screen. It's actually a pretty lengthy beat, though it's more thoughtful than that thousand yard stare might suggest. Considering who this is, though... Not always easy to tell. The camera is centered to a perfect frame of her shoulder-up and while the lights are dim, there's probably only a very small handful of people who, you know. Start out their feeds that quasi-ominously.

The silence is quickly replaced by a sharp frown. It's a little jarring, to see such an aggressive expression on a previously empty face.
]

As operational parameters are different here, I have a personal query for operatives and competent civilians, new or old. Do you consider the previous mission history of either myself or others relevant in our new enviroment?
 
 
ᴋɪɴɢ ♚ sᴛᴀɴɴɪs ʙᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴇᴏɴ
15 October 2012 @ 02:16 pm
[ Well, if it isn't one Stannis Baratheon who looks rather... unimpressed. Of course, this is hardly much of a change, but at least it would appear that in the last two months, he has managed to master some manner of control over the communications device. He looks directly at the feed, blue eyes filled with judgement. ]

I have delayed some matters for far too long.

[ yet, perhaps he had done so because he loathed this device so much. ]

Firstly, I would join the "security" division aboard this vessel. If this is to endure for much longer [ and his faith in Melisandre may not be as great here as it was in Westeros ] I would wish to do as much as is possible.

[ while he has attended Nathan Petrelli's meeting, he cannot help but feel that it is his duty to do as much as he can (perhaps in hopes of returning more swiftly to Westeros). ]

Secondly, I would visit these oxygen gardens in more depth. [ Accompanied by a specific individual, namely Jon Snow might be oddly somehow implied ] Should others have information on such from their own visits, I would hear it.

[ And this is where it gets difficult. Though he has developed some manner of proficiency, one important skill still seems to evade him. Still, this was not something that he wanted Ser Davos to see, and he did not particularly understand filters.

And so that left him only one (regrettable) option...

T E X T ]


FINALLY, I WOULD KNOW HOW ONE IS TO CONVINCE ANOTHER THAT NO HARM SHOULD COME TO HIS PERSON FROM A THIRD INDIVIDUAL. [ that was not convoluted at all ]HE COMES FROM FAR BEFORE THIS INDIVIDUAL AND I AND BELIEVES HER RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL MANNER OF ILL DEEDS. WHILE HE LISTENS TO REASON ON EVERY OTHER OCCASION, ON THIS MATTER HE WILL NOT BEND.

[ much like... someone else on nearly every occasion. ]

THAT WILL BE ALL.

[ The Others take this "text" function. ]
 
 
Anders
15 October 2012 @ 03:06 pm
If a rabbit could talk, what do you think he might sound like? It's a boy rabbit. A nice one, but not too nice. Tolerant but fair.
 
 
MASON lockwood.
Considering the amount of animals up here -- [ that aren't just dogs ] -- I'm starting to wonder if we should figure out a better place to keep them than the oxygen gardens. Anyone got any ideas? My word's not final here, but we may as well brainstorm before we end up with an entire zoo in there.












ooc: I HATE BEING ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE AND I HAD NO INTENTION OF DOING THIS, but I'm actually headed out the door now and won't be able to tag until later this evening. I'm so sorry. :c
 
 
qυιnn ғaвray
15 October 2012 @ 07:40 pm
[ the feed starts of shaky, and red due to quinn's hand being over the lens. a few seconds later she is visible in the music room. she still isn't looking great. there are bags under her eyes and her hair is messy and limp. it's also obvious she doesn't realize the camera is on as she moves about the music room.

she sits down at the piano. she's been playing it a lot more since arriving on the ship. maybe because it's something thats both tangible and relatively normal. she plays a few random notes, and then stops and sighs. for a moment it looks like she is going to get up, but then she sighs and starts to play lana del rey's "born to die." it's a stripped down version, and maybe a bit more raw. ]


Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping at the gates,
They'll tell me that you're mine...

[ she continues to play, and sing the song. her voice cracks a bit, but it doesn't stop her. ]

Come on take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
Cause you and I
We were born to die...

[ she finishes the song, still completely unaware that she's live. when she's done she sighs and then rests her head in her hands. she's tired. tired of the ship. tired of everything that happens on the ship. just so ...tired. ]
 
 
Luke Castellan ☤ Son of Hermes
15 October 2012 @ 09:01 pm
[Luke looks into the device, the jumper he's wearing isn't zipped up all the way and he looks a little uneasy.] I've never been good with introductions but I figured I might as well give it a shot.

[He doesn't knew whether or not if he should give the full story or not but hey... whatever.] My name's Luke Castellan, I'm new around here. I take it that I'm not the only one. There anything worthwhile on this spaceship? Back home I never was one to just sit around.

Need to do to something. Keep my mind going. [Because yeah... he's supposed to be headed to the Underworld.]

Guess that's about it. Told you. Not much on introductions. [He huffs a laugh before the feed ends.]
 
 
Dr. John H. Watson
15 October 2012 @ 10:54 pm
Good afternoon, Tranquility.

This is Doctor Watson from medbay with just a few, quick announcements.

First, some of you may or may not have noticed that I was absent for the greater portion of the last jump. Sorry - that's about as much as I know about it as well. Anyone who was looking for me, specifically, can contact me at this number.

Secondly, due to my absence, I don't know if anyone new has joined on to the medical team or not [ He doesn't really sound hopeful in that aspect. ] or if anyone's left, so I'd like to call for a quick headcount of our current staff, if you wouldn't mind.

I'd also like the staff to quickly jot down their availability for shifts on the roster I attach.

SHIFT ROSTER

Medbay is always looking for more staff. No experience necessary, just time and dedication to the job. If you're interested, contact me and we'll run through a brief interview with the other senior staff.

JOB SIGN-UP

Finally... I'm sure many of you have noticed we've gotten another Sherlock Holmes aboard. For those of you who don't know, there are three of them.

Two of them look completely identical and sign their texts. Those ones are Seven and Eleven. [ Go ahead and have yourself a chuckle, Americans. ]

Eleven is directly from London. He has never been on the Tranquility before this jump, so please don't try and treat him as if you know him, or expect him to act like he did when you knew him. I'm telling you this so you don't have to hear it from him - he's got a [ A soft grunt of a laugh-not-laugh. ] particular way of putting things. Some things do stay the same.

That's it.


[[ OOC: Info on John's disappearance and his jump post (for anyone interested) is here.

Also! I made a general medbay log post for anyone who wanted to write about lasting injuries from last month/just a catch-all for the area. You can find that here! ]]