[The video feed is shaky when it starts, held by hands unused to recording anything. The chaos of the recording is only compounded by the sounds of it: a wolf howling, long and lonely, and a fire crackling, and the heavy sound of someone breathing, almost panicked. The fire is the focus of the video. Whatever fuels it has nearly burned up, but in the center of the fire, there is something that might be just discernible as one of the masks.

But it is not Bran's mask that is burning, because when he turns the video around, he's wearing it. It's an ugly mask, made of thin leather (skin?) and crude stitches.]

There was a girl, and now she's gone. [The mask makes his breathing clumsy; sadness and anger do the rest to flatten and twist his voice.] That was her mask. I found it. And I looked for her, I have been looking and looking for days, and my brothers have looked, but she's gone. I know it. I feel it. And Betty Ross--she was a great friend to me--

This ship takes people from us, and it isn't fair. You should not be brought somewhere if you are only going to be taken away again. You should not-- If we are here, aboard this ship, then we are here for a purpose. We were brought here, we didn't come here by any accident or mistake. I don't want to go home-- [The wolf howls louder, a stabbing sound, and Bran's voice twists--part lie and part truth. If you're paying close attention to the video, you might see the face of his mask shift, just a little, to something less boy and more wolf, white teeth gleaming with slaver--and then back again, only a boy's face of stitched skin.] I want to know the reason.

It isn't any captain that brings us here. It must be something else. And once I dreamed the ship was alive-- [The mask shifts again, as if something moves beneath the skin, and Bran's voice twists and flattens once more.] --but I can't find it. I want to know the reason, and I will find the reason, and I will not forget the girl that is gone. She was pack--

[The howling of the wolf is louder now, and Bran's voice seems almost to join it on that last word, somehow, as if it is a howl and not a word at all. He drops his device upon the ground, but it stays on for a few moments longer, focused up on the nearest tree, upon which someone has crudely carved a face. Eventually, the video times out.]

[ Hooray for... quiet and controlled network announcement-making. It is the way of the future. John clears his throat and gets this business nipped in the bud. ]

Looks like Sherlock Holmes has left the Tranquility. That's zero-zero-seven, one-zero-two, not the other... two of them. Not that I'm aware of, at least. If there are more running around that I've not heard from yet, now's a good opportunity to speak up.

[ And a very brief pause. ] I'm sure he'd have left behind a legacy of unflattering deductions about everyone if he'd had the time. Might be just as well that he never got around to it.

That's all, thanks.

[ York's clearly at ease with this type of technology--it's not precisely what he's used to using, but the principles are pretty easy to figure out. He's also a lot more relaxed than a lot of the other newcomers who have made appearances on the network so far; at least here, he has shelter and food, and it seems like he's out of reach of the people who were pursuing him, so really, it's the least stressful his situation has been in quite a while. 

The weird angle of his face on the screen is easily explained by the way he's sitting with his feet kicked up on the table, and the way the comm device sits propped up on its surface. He knows his most striking feature, of course, and so he's set it up so that the comm unit is to his right, but the observant viewer will notice the scarring on the left side of his face whenever he turns his head to speak more directly to device, especially the fact that his left eye is milky white. He knows it sometimes shock people when they meet him for the first time, but it doesn't bother him enough to avoid using the video stream, especially when what he needs to talk about is something so important to him. ]

Hey, there, folks. I know all of us who are new have had some time to settle in--oh, yeah, I'm Garrett, by the way, but you can call me York if you want. I'm happy with either one. Anyway, I hear that for whatever reason, AIs only come on board in their own bodies, and I didn't know about that when we first came on board. So I'm just hoping...if anybody's met a guy who just goes by Delta, or if you're listening, D, I'm down in room 161. [ The pensive crease on his forehead only lasts a fraction of a second; he means to make a good impression, and he doesn't want to burden anyone else with the way D's disappearance has left him feeling more than just a little bit lonely. After all, D's lived in his head for quite a while. It's strange to have his thoughts to himself. ]

Other than that, I'd just like to let everyone know I'm offering my services as a locksmith. I'm not sure how these room locks work, seems like they're linked to our ID tattoos, but if anyone ever has any kind of trouble with 'em, I'd be able to help. [ He cocks his head back with a grin. ] Mainly I'm just looking for stuff to do that'll keep me out of trouble. You have no idea what kind of mischief a bored infiltration specialist can get up to. 

[Hello again, Tranquility. Blake's face is probably not a popular one, after his last appearance, but today he looks tired and remorseful instead of angry. So that's an improvement, right? Indeed, he wouldn't even be doing this except he knows he owes it to everyone. So he definitely looks like a man who is biting the bullet – a particularly unpleasant, embarrassing one.]

I know a lot of you were really confused and angry over my last network post. I'm sure many of you would rather not give me the time of day right now, and that's fair enough. I don't deserve much, after the things I said and did. I certainly don't deserve or expect forgiveness for them. But I owe it to everyone to apologize, so that's what I'm doing.

[Here he glances away momentarily. He hates talking about... private things, about feelings, but this is his responsibility right now.]

I wore my mask. A few times. It was a really bad call on my part, but at the time I thought that would be the best way to figure out what it did. Be the guinea pig, I guess. I didn't anticipate the consequences. Every minor annoyance became a major problem, became something that I needed to blame someone for, and my brain-to-mouth filter was completely removed.

I don't say this to excuse myself – there is no excuse for what I said, because those were still my words, or what I did, because those were always my actions. I was in control of myself, albeit in an altered state. It was still me making those choices, and they were bad ones, and I take full responsibility for them.

That said, I don't actually believe the things I said. There are always issues, problems, points of contention, in any community, but I sincerely believe that most of the people on this ship are doing their best to help everyone, to figure this out and get us home. What I said, the way I acted, I learned a long time ago that those things are not productive. It was stupid of me, and I'm sorry.

I really can't say it enough: I'm sorry.


((ooc: so Blake has been noticeably absent both on the network and on the Tranquility in general since his angry post of anger. Pretty much the only thing he's been doing are his security patrols; otherwise he's basically been in his room, brooding, not talking to anyone he normally talks to. Feel free to comment on this!))

[It's quiet for a moment before Zaeed begins to speak, and his voice is as brusque as his face might suggest. No introductions from him here, and no hellos, either. Waste of time on both counts.]

Been looking at some of your records. Couldn't help noticing your list of the missing or dead.

Some of these names. [A faint tapping sound.] Kasumi Goto. Jane Shepard. Tali'Zorah vas Normandy. When did they get here, how long did they stay, and did they say anything about the world they came from?

[Goto might be a common enough name. Shepard, too, even if it's a bit of a stretch. But the quarian--that's goddamn unmistakable, and he doesn't know what to think about that.]

Tranquility.

[ The greeting comes from a woman who is longing about in a chair, all heels, business wear and red lips. She looks calm or at least, calm enough given the situation. There is a smile on her lips, as if this amuses her on a certain level.

But if her smile is silk her eyes are steel. ]

Quite a predicament, this is. My arrival seemed to be in tune with the message from our -

[ a faux! pensive pause ]

-- Graceful companion.

I will not ask of how one leaves or why are we here, as I have no intention to waste your time or my own. I will make one inquiry.

[ her voice turns strict, as if she is used to be making inquiries. ]

I am in search of a child. His name is Henry Mills, he is ten years old. If there is such a passenger aboard this ship, I would have him sent to me, I am his mother.

[ a pause; and then, another. ]

I would also ask of the portal through which we came here. I know all gain consciousness in what you call the couches. I mean to ask if we have knowledge of the portal through which we are transferred into the couches.

[ another smile, almost pleasant this time. ]

Much obliged.

[ and that would be all; there is a very limited amount of time in which Regina Mills can pretend to be nice. ]

<sub>[ Korea is a smart enough cookie to catch onto the device and how it operates just fine. I mean, he was labeled one of the smartest countries in the world.

There's your audio post and your video post and your texting and etc. He just is confused as to why it isn't in Korean, or why nothing else was written in Korean. I mean, this was a Korean ship. It had to be! Only something this extraordinary could be invented in Korea. Anyhow, he's in his dorm and in his body suit, though he found the design rather lacking in taste. He doesn't seem to scared or freaked out about these circumstances as he usual would be. He waves to the camera, putting on a rather dazzling smile that one could easily mistake for Byung Hun Lee, but in any case.

He seems rather charming at first, but wait until he opens his mouth. ]</sub>
Anneyonghaseyo! Ahh, I understand not all passengers on this craft are capable of communicating in Korean so I will speak English the best way I can.
I do not know how I got here or where I am going but I trust the Korean craft. Perhaps it is taking us to Hyundai planet!!
I am finally in space just like America! I will be the first to eat kimchi on the moon!

Ah, neh, yes. There is one matter though..
I am questioning whether or not you have seen my brothers! I will send you an XXX rated image of accuracy! They go by Honda Kiku and Yao Wang.
Also, HK, but he isn't really that important! If sissy were here, that would be wonderful thing indeed!
Here is the detailed sketch I drew in under 5 minutes! I hope it is good enough!

_{[ Then, he texts the rest of the information. ]}

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[ The feed starts with a girl's comms device clanging to the floor from her bed hitting the "on" switch, unknowingly cast aside. She'd been surfing it earlier, trying to get a feel for the thing, but after hearing Darth Vader II's little message about "not being able to wait to see what they'd do next", she knew she had to get serious about leaving (not that she wasn't before... but...). Four days was more than long enough to be stuck on what basically amounted to the ship from "Aliens". ]

—this is getting into Avengers and Fantastic Four territory. . .

[ The scene is simple enough (from what you can see from a device on the floor, of course). The girl appears to be lost in thought, holding a staff.

This was way out of her jurisdiction. She had someone else to worry about. ]

Let's see. . .

[ and with maybe just a little bit of fanfare. . . ]

No place like home!

[ a cloud of smoke briefly obscures the room, before revealing...

The girl still standing there, only now she seems to be wearing a pair of ruby slippers. ]

Ok... so that one was a bust...

[ but she's not done yet ]

Earthward bound!

[ Again, what looks like smoke covers the room, and there's... an earth-shaped ball bouncing around the room.

She glares at her staff. ]

I didn't use a single one of these spells. Work, you p—

[ and the ball bounces on top of the comms device, conveniently ending the feed. ]

[Well guess who's back on the network again. No, he's not looking for playmates this time. Instead, it's time to make a very important announcement. It's a video feed; though it's clear he isn't really focused on setting the shot up right. That'll come later.]

There were demons here- A long time ago. They were...dangerous. They tried to hurt people and turn you against each other. But that doesn't mean-

[Okay, give him a second here.]

Not all demons are like that. Some of them are good, even though they're not designed to be. Back home, one of them was my friend. She- She took care of me when I was in hospital, even though she had no reason to. And now she's here and-

[The feed breaks in to static now for a moment, before then turning to a shot of a dark haired woman folding a few towels and trying to -- not look annoyed by the sudden episode of Real World that is being filmed in her quarters. Meg turns toward Cas, a definite furrow of her brow and a lift of her eyebrow as she watches him. This is not on her agenda for the day.

His voice is softer now as he speaks. yes, he's a little smitten by her. go figure.]

This is Meg, and though she may appear to be angry most of the time, she's- Special.

Say hello, Meg. [And don't mind that he's pushing the camera far too close now.]

[Okay. This is likely to give someone a definite feel for how it is to be around Castiel when he's decided personal space is just a cute word. Her hands move to push him, gently, away from her a bit.] C'mon, Clarence, let the thing at least come into focus if you're gonna insist on becoming a reality TV producer.

[She shakes her head at him, not actually feeling like addressing the camera, but she knows that it'd make Castiel happy.]

Yeah, hi. I'm Meg and maybe... [This ambush is not fun at all... if she thought he could handle it, she'd get revenge on him for this little stunt, but no - she won't risk that.] Maybe, you can come play board games with us.

[There's a definite expectant glance that comes to Meg's face as she glances up to meet Castiel's line of sight and stop staring at the device in his hands.] Happy?

[You may not be able to tell by the droop of the camera, but that'd be a yes to her question. His huge grin is a dead giveaway.]

Perfect. [He...may not be talking about the quality of just her reply though.]


ooc; ...do i really need to say who's who?