[ there's a hesitation before the feed clicks on, a long, long moment where Melissa's fingers hover over the key that she doesn't immediately press down on because frankly? there isn't enough time in the world to prepare for this. she's spent the last four hours going back and forth between her room and the shuttle bay to look at the stars, like that might somehow confirm it. for sure this time.

okay Melissa seriously, it's now or never, you're supposed to be an adult here.
ughhhh the longest sigh ever and her head hangs on the exhale. okay, she's gonna do it. OKAY! click. ]


Um.




....Hi.
[ wow you're doing really great here Melissa. you're really onto something. hey audience, that's just the most nervous laugh you've ever heard in your life. ]

My name's Melissa. Melissa McCall? Look- I know there's a lot going on around here, but, I'm, the thing is- I'm trying to find my son. His name's Scott. He's got really adorable brown eyes, and he's- 5'9. Look for a lanky mop of brown hair walking around with a shorter boy with a shaved head- they're probably getting into all kinds of trouble. A little hard to miss come to think of it- Anyway. If you, any of you, see them, at all- [ her hands stop fluttering in the air just long enough to lock together infront of her, obscuring the dark blue of the hospital scrubs she's wearing. ]

Could you please call me? Or, let me know somehow?
Thanks.

[ Did someone call for fanservice? The young blond man on the screen is quite well-built and very shirtless, though he seems rather unimpressed with the world at present. Though he's been through the showering process, there's still the remnants of blue in his fringe. ]

This is unacceptable.

[ It's gritted out, but he seems to realize he's not going to be doing himself any favours by having a tantrum over the network, so he visibly reigns himself in. A shake of his head, and he holds up a waterfall of chain link. ]

I need someone who knows how to buckle up armour. Report to my chambers immediately.

[ Except of course, he's not at home, where every man and their dog knows where the prince sleeps. In fact, Arthur isn't even sure he knows where he sleeps. He scowls, squints down at his arm as though the ink on it's betrayed him, and reads out the numbers: 012, 007. Ah. He's new. ]

If you happen to run into a man-shaped idiot calling himself Merlin along the way, send him instead.

[ And then he stares at the camera a moment longer. And turns away. And proceeds to return to getting dressed, having neglected to realize the importance of turning the video off. Eventually he moves out of frame entirely, and after a long shot of the blank wall of his room, the feed times out. ]

It seems we're all in the same predicament. I read the information provided, and thought it best if I introduce myself. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, I'm a Jedi Padawan. I'm seeking any who are familiar with my order.

There is another Jedi here, I can sense them - if you can hear me, my Master is Qui-Gon Jinn. I'm hoping you're familiar with him, at least.

Figure there should be a wake of some kind for Howard Stark. It's at [insert location here] if anyone's interested.

[--And as he said, for those who are interested, Bucky Barnes can be found at the bar. Sure, Angela had grabbed him some of Kaylee's bathtub gin, and that was decent enough (for bathtub gin) -- almost like when he was a kid, if he stopped to think about it -- but Howard deserves a little more than that, he thinks. The man was a war hero, helped save him and Steve's lives more times than Bucky could count, and he was a friend. So he'll honor him the way he honored friends during the war. Because that's what this is, a different kind of war.]

[ There's some shuffling and static followed by a muffled curse - too quick and quiet to make out what, exactly - and then the feed settles down. For a few seconds too long, actually, because there's an awkward pause before someone finally starts speaking. ]

Greetings. [ It's a soft-spoken but firm English accent, and the somber tone is only slightly offset by frustration with the device. ] I would like to formally request information regarding this vessel's brig - its security, the level of transgression that requires one be locked up in it.

[ A pause, then slightly more reluctantly- ]

And games. Games that do not run on electricity. Chess, dominoes - if anything of that nature is available, I would like to borrow it. Books on real paper would also be sufficient. [ In case you're wondering, he's been holed up in his room and hasn't bothered to find the library. Nor has he figured out how to research information on the network, apparently. As far as he's concerned this is a regular phone and he's making a direct call to some kind of customer service. ]

[ The video shows Toshiko sitting at her station in Comms, looking tired and not directly addressing the camera. ]

Apologies up front for the unpleasant subject matter of this transmission, but it's necessary. Ariadne, Abby Maitland, and I are working on what will eventually become a sort of physical memorial to those we've lost from our community here on the Tranquility. In order to do this, though, I have to ask for help from all of you.

We need to know the names of the people who are gone. Not only those who died while here, but those who have disappeared on the ship, and those who disappeared during the jump. You can assist by adding to our list.

ATTACHMENT: memorial.doc


Filtered to Tony Stark [001 » 005]; Encrypted 100%
I have something that belonged to Howard, and I think you should probably have it.

Filtered to Aidan Waite [SCI » 011 » 146]; Encrypted 100%
We really should talk.