[ Azari isn't the best at... people. Shhhh. He's working on it. Still, he comes across a little stilted, like he's trying to be polite but is more nervous than anything.

To think that the Black Panther can be nervous about something as dumb as posting on a network, jeeze... Pym would mock him for the rest of time. Though he'd welcome it if it meant Pym being here.]

Hello. My name is Azari, if we haven't met before.

I was wondering if anyone on the ship would be able to race in one of the jungle levels in the oxygen garden. I run through there a lot, but it's more fun if you've got someone to race.

[ pause, while he makes sure his thoughts are straight. ] I'm looking specifically for people with somewhat enhanced speed and agility, since I'm pretty sure that through that underbrush, I could beat any average human that wanted to try. ...Not to say that I won't race you if you're an average human, but it probably won't be much of a race. That's all.

...Yes. So, if you could just... let me know. If you're interested. Thank you.

[ click. God, that was mortifying. ]

['Sup, Tranquility. This is a slightly awkward looking tiny redhead on the Network.]

Hi. I'm... James Rogers, for people that don't know. Um. [Despite his ability to make inspirational speeches from time to time? Yeah, normally... James sucks at talking.] For the people who arrived this jump, we have a group called the Avengers, and if you need help or are in danger and can't get through to the security team, just send a message to me - that's... 008 » 003 - the Hawkeye at 010 » 178, or Azari at 011 » 086. It doesn't matter what it is or when it's sent, we'll be sure to respond to it.

[That being said...] If I can talk to the head of the Security team - or one of the people in charge - that'd be great.

[100% private to his Avengers team with Anthony's encryption because James sucks at computers]
Meeting in 008 » 004 whenever we're all free, just let me know what works. [It's a sleep over, ladies and gents. And James already has the entire room filled with mattresses and pillows. He kind of went empty room raiding on his floor.]

[Same Encryption to Ult!Tony]
Is there a way to make it so Anthony can come? [p a u s e] I mean, unless you wanted to.

[Saaaame Encryption to Francis and Azari]
We're having a sleep over. [And neither of you are allowed to diss the idea because James sounds really intent that this is a thing and it is going to happen.]

[ faith is smoking slowly when she turns on the feed, clearly lingering over the last of her stash in a way she really should have implemented sooner.

she has a veritable arsenal out and unloaded, covering a lot of the bits of her room that can be seen-- weapons cleaning is a totally sane hobby, why is everyone nervous when they try and sit down in here-- and she has a gun clearly unloaded and half taken apart in her hands, gleaming already but apparently not good enough.

her mask is chilling out in the back of her closet, but that's nobody's business but her own. ]

So, here's my thing. And I'm not talking for SEC here, so don't give me shit duty again, all right boss? Just thinking out loud is all.

[ she loves you, tyke. ]

So, what. We got-- hell and darkness out there? Yeah, and? I've done hell and darkness, it's pretty freaking routine for me.

Why are we letting jackasses like Caffrey and Stark head out alone and come back all fucked up and useless?

[ wait for it. ]

No offense, or anything.

Look-- back home, this is where we start talking about mounting up and heading out to take a little tour ourselves, is all I'm saying.

[ pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease oh please won't someone give her permission to troll the creepy space doom, oh oh oh pick her! ]

-Oh no.

[The video is washed out, too bright underneath the generic lighting of the even more generic passenger's quarters. Merlin's face slowly eclipses it, eyes wide and a little concerned. With a little trial and error, he's managed to master the device's functions faster than a medieval boy probably has a right to. But technology hasn't come up with an answer for clumsiness. Yet.]

All right?

[Merlin picks the communicator up, sighing in relief before he starts to grin.]

Are we really up there? Up in the stars, I mean. I know everyone keeps saying it, it's just hard to imagine. To think that a servant could be among the stars. I really used to look up to them.

[Merlin presses his lips together, quite possibly the only person amused by that. Arthur's always told him that he shouldn't try to be funny. This would be why.]

Has anyone ever been up here before? Do you think if we stepped outside the ship, it would be like falling out of a tree? Except that there are no trees in space, because there isn't any dirt.

Which makes me wonder...where do we get the apples?

[Merlin finally has the decency to look sheepish about his ramblings and odd questions.]

Sorry. And I've already heard about there being no air and space radiation, so I won't actually be trying to get out there. My guardian just always wanted me to take more of an interest in science. I guess this was one way of doing it.

[Merlin glances off-screen, and there's a hesitance with his last question that the others was lacking.]

Uhm, it is science, isn't it? And not magic?

[ Well, hey TQ, hope you don't mind this fresh face on the network. She normally sticks to texting because if it looks like a phone and acts like a (kind of sci-fi upgraded) phone, why not use it like one? But she's been going through the other features — slow day on the ship, you know how it is — and after rifling through everything she can easily find on the communicator, she decides to post up a video.

So here's a young, teenaged girl setting the comm in front of her before she sits down cross-legged and twirls a lock of her hair. Alas, it's got less of a bounce than it normally does, but that's what lack of hot rollers on a ship will do. ]

If I write my best essay and promise to stay on my best behavior after, am I allowed to leave Space Detention? I mean, I haven't even gotten to mess around in a library, so this kind of blows.

[ she smiles because she's kind of hoping someone will catch the reference. If not, then well: ] Or are we all waiting for some big, space musical number?

Are there even any boomboxes to hold up outside that red smiley thing's window? If it has one. [ seriously, what is up with that thing. ] Also, I guess it'd have to be this phone thing, since I don't have an iPod anymore.

[ She lets out a very put upon sigh before admitting something you never would have guessed!! clearly!! But it's followed by a smile that's all teeth and too much eyelash batting. ]

Okay, so I'm bored. And I can't really miss anyone who left, since I just got here. [ not even touching whatever's up with the masks. ] You'd think the aliens would be able to hook us up with better movie selections or something.

I don't suppose there's someone on here with something entertaining to do?