[Cameron has her mask in hand, turned to face the camera.] I haven't tried mine on yet. Masks usually serve a ritualistic or celebratory purpose. I don't believe in rituals, and I don't have anything to celebrate.

Does anyone want to use it?

[ the feed opens with a bit of a sad sigh coming from it, and it's almost as if lydia sounds like she's going to report that someone left. but for those of you who know how to fake sadness, it might not be nearly as genuine as it could be. and really, as soon as she opens her mouth, it should clear up your confusion on how much she really cares. ]

I realize that it's fascinating that we're all becoming insane, like Neal and whoever that one very depressing anon is, and stressed and we're all still trying to recuperate from whatever that whole thing with the the locked doors and all of us being shoved into the Oxygen Garden and nearly freezing. Have you guys finished cleaning that up, by the way? I also think a jump should be coming up soon. The days may have blurred a little.

All these things are horrible, but, there's a silver lining, because according to Hayley's calendar, that maybe she flipped a date or two around on, today happens to be be Slap a Lawyer on the ass day. Now, personally I know of a few, and I imagine there might be more, because I haven't talked to everyone. The point is, I propose we actually embrace the spirit of this great holiday. [ no lydia, please sound more amused about this. please sound more amused that you're sending everyone to just go slap a bunch of asses. ]

So, I'll get everyone started. I know Edgeworth, number 007 » 114, is one, and so is Mike Ross, number 011 » 002, even though he can't do math at all, and Harvey, his reasonably attractive boss and also number 011 » 001, is one. And Nathan, number 006 » 078. I think might be. At the very least he's a politician and most of the time, those people went to law school. That's four, out of however many there really are. And I know I missed people, but does that mean they're off limits? No, I, Lydia Martin, by the power invested in me by me actually remembering that Hayley even put this on her calendar, hereby declare that everyone who has not gone crazy and might murder people, should go forth and slap a lawyer's ass. And I expect to hear all about it. I might even join in the fun myself. 

Go forth and slap away, Tranquility. Might actually do wonders to make the ones of us still having trouble feel a little better.


[ ooc | okay so! this is open to action threads and everything from everyone. i only included edgeworth, mike, harvey and nathan because those are the only lawyers lydia knows for sure are lawyers. this does not mean that anyone who plays a lawyer character other than those four is excluded since this is so open to every lawyer and such on the tranquility. equal opportunity ass slapping, everyone. so yes, go forth and slap and enjoy this. ]

Tranquility.

[ Chase's voice is hollow, face void of emotion. She's addressing her communicator by holding it up and pointing it at her face, somewhere in one of the hallways. Slowly, her lips turn to a frown. ]

The walls are painted red, but not with blood. There are three--past. Present. Future. More line the walls but these are the focus, these are what's meant to be. It's Tranquility.

[ Her lips quirk, though through the entire thing she doesn't blink but if you look quickly, there's a flash of purple in her eyes. ]

There's a cross, there's man on a cross and then there's whispers. Keep your secrets and guard them well. There's no violence, only in the paintings, but just in case--just in case. Don't speak to the walls, the walls can hear.



[ Heaven's Fence Encryption 100% - Tyke, Captain Kirk, Spock, Tony Stark, Neal. ]
Some of you told me to contact you before this. I felt a warning was appropriate to the general crew.

Neal told his secrets and now they know. They never forget. [ She clears her throat, and, finally, her gaze falls downwards, finally blinking. ]

Mr. Smiley is not part of the Tranquility. But he's laughing as he paints them and there's--there's...

It's not just machinery in holes. Not just parts. Mind the gap, the gap might bite back. [ Even if she doesn't understand it, she figures it bears explaining. ]

Considering... well, everything lately, I think I'd like to look into brushing up on self-defense. I only know some basics, really, but I feel like it would be a good idea to know more. If anyone would be willing to teach me, please let me know.

I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in return, but I can cook and I teach biology at Culver University in Virginia. My specialty is cellular biology. If that or other sciences are something that interests you, I'd be happy to continue teaching here, with or without anything in exchange.

[ encrypted 75% to all science/medical + engineering staff (plus tony since tony) ]
I think it might be prudent to check on the gravity couches and the stasis fluid before the jump, just in case the power failure may have damaged them.

[ Once again, Howard hasn't been answering his calls, so once again Tosh is determined to hunt him down. He isn't in his room or in Engineering, however, nor in the Science labs. But his signature shows up as a labeled blinking light on her datapadd, one of the only three she's entered so far. It's in an area of the ship she's not expecting, but she's determined. Armed with her gun and a flashlight (just in case), she heads out to find him.

When the blip stops moving, and she starts getting close, she turns on her comm to make a transmission. The video is shaky because she's moving, but shows her face as she holds the comm out in front of her as she walks. ]

It's probably nothing to be concerned over, but does anyone know why Howard Stark might be out in this area of the ship? Has anyone spoken to him today? He hasn't been answering messages and it's got me a li-

[ The video shows her stopping dead in her tracks, a look of horror on her face as she shrieks and drops the comm device. As it hits the floor, a red, wet splatter covers the screen, and then the transmission cuts off. ]


[OOC: Tosh has discovered what's left of Howard Stark. Action for capt_greatcoat only. Network tags will be replied to as voice only for the time being. Posted with permission from compressibility.

ETA: Post is now open for Security to tag as action if you like. The only thing to be found is a lot of blood, Tosh is taking the arc reactor and Howard's comm (for now). ]

[This will be a new voice to most of you: cultured almost to the point of absurdity, like a Shakespearean actor trying to prove he's not drunk, but currently very genial.] People of the Tranquility, good day.

I see there has been some discussion about what to do with these "mask" objects that have been gifted to, or forced upon us.

[The Master took one look at his own hanging on his door, and immediately put a handkerchief over it, before hacking together a very strong perception filter. It is now in a box, under the same perception filter, in an egg, in a duck, in an iron chest, in his closet. It's not that he was shocked by it: he has a very clear sense of who and what he is, and is proud of what others might consider his bad qualities. But it wouldn't do to give warning to everyone who happens to pass his door.]

If you wish to keep yours you are of course welcome to do so. But in lieu of or perhaps before seeking to destroy a mask, I'd be pleased if you'd consider allowing me to examine it. I have conducted several tests on my own mask in an attempt to determine its exact composition and nature, and I would welcome more sources of data.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

( Meanwhile, the Doctor gets pinged with an image file, in familiar Gallifreyan handwriting. )