[The video feed turns on, and the screen is immediately filled with a lot of pink. Effie is dressed to the nines, looking like she's about to step foot on a high fashion runway. The tastefulness of her appearance is debatable, but the only thing more blinding than her attire is the smile on her face as she addresses the network.]

Good evening, Tranquility. [The accent is immediately obvious. It sounds affected, but the inflections come out naturally on her tongue.] I can understand how the ship got its name. It's very quiet around here, isn't it? [And dull. But she's not going to mention that.]

I've been here for several weeks, and it's terribly rude of me not to have introduced myself sooner. [Perhaps she was waiting for an opportunity to go home, or she was hoping to wake up from what was obviously a dream. But as the days and weeks passed, she's resigned herself to the fact that she's stuck here, for now.] My name is Effie Trinket.

I'm used to keeping busy, so I must admit that I've been feeling rather restless here. Do let me know if I can provide assistance somewhere. [She doesn't think she needs to mention that anything related to physical labor is out of the picture.] Or perhaps I can do something to liven this place up -- I could add a dash of color to the interiors, or organize a party or two.

[Her voice trails off, because she's Getting Ideas. She gives the camera one last ridiculously bright smile.] Well, that's it for now! I'll talk to all of you soon, I hope.

[A small wave, and the feed turns off.]

I guess if I go by the date I showed up here back home, and the time I've been here, I would have turned seventeen by now.

Happy birthday, or whatever.

[Oddly enough, this one didn't suck like the last one.]

At least if I'm going to be lost in space I should celebrate occasions like this one, right?

By the way, who actually thinks it's a good idea to put on those masks?

[ the scene seems innocent enough. feferi is sitting on the floor of the ship, holding a jar of live bees in one hand, and there is a cuttlefish in a bowl between her knees. she is apparently recording on purpose, because she takes a moment to wink at her viewers before she turns and speaks to the jar of bees in her "empress voice". ]

Finally, my many sweeps of culling have come to fruition! On the 8th bilunar perigree of the 3rd dark season's equinox, I - Feferi Peixes, the Empress of Alternia - have officially deemed you worthy of re-entering Alternian society. Go forth, my loyal subjects, and become productive members of our most esteemed race!

[ she takes the lid off the jar. the bees are kind of sick of being shaken around, so a few of them fly out immediately, and the others follow. after a long moment of proudly holding the jar in the air, feferi's smile freezes. ]

... Uh.

[ she carefully puts the jar down, reaches over and turns off the device. a few minutes later, a text post shows up. ]

)(---EY! Does anyone on t)(is boat know anyt)(ing about bees?????
It's not a big deal, but we mig)(t )(ave a bit of a B-E-E SITUATION )(ere!!! 38O

[ The first thing you see is... well, nothing.

Then there is rustling and clumsy movement of the communicator, eventually revealing September, eyes not meeting the video feed, but it indeed is him. The usual bright blue have dulled.

There's more rustling, September feeling for something on the communicator. ]

No video, just audio today.

[ But September, the video feed is on, can't you see that?

( Precisely, that's the problem. Even his sweater is on backwards. )

His eyes never meet with the feed, appearing to focus on nothing in particular. ]

Curious, but does anyone here actually have a sleeping schedule or sleeping hour?

And... has anyone been having nightmares lately?

[ Smooth, Mr. Dream Eater. ] Let's call it curiosity. By the way, you should all use audio, I'm kinda... caught up on something.

[ Liar.

Now watch as September turns off the feed a few failed attempts later. ]

( ooc: SO September has not been dream feeding for a long while and the effects are rolling in. He's temporarily blind until he feeds again, thus his lack of coordination! )