[aren't you sick of all these PSAs yet, Tranquility? well too bad, here's another one. this is from a Kirk with a nice five o clock shadow going wearing the Starfleet greens of the command track.]

Morning Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk. I don't know if everyone's been briefed yet, but there's an FAQ file available to read or listen to which I'll link to this broadcast. In short, you're on a colonization vessel in an alternate universe traveling through space. We have theories as to how everyone got here, but they're only theories. I'll be happy to answer questions if you have them.

[he flashes a smile, and you'd almost never guess that he has a pounding headache and is still feeling nauseous.]

From the sound of it we've had a little hiccup with the grav chamber. If I could get a diagnostics report on that, that'd be great. I think it's a good idea for all of us who spent the last month in stasis to get together and share what happened. I've heard a few people discussing a dream, and I'm starting to get the impression everyone under had the same one. It was lucid, and of the Tranquility, before the former crew was lost.

[his gaze drops then, to his notes; everything he'd taken down between two files- one that shared everything, and one that would be for Starfleet, should he ever go back. he's not sure when he started considering his own return to Starfleet an if, but he isn't about to say anything about that. he spoke with Jenna earlier; he knows he needs to do something to rectify this idea people have of him lately. he can't think of anything more blatant than sharing information on a ship that covets it's secrets. it might paint a giant target on him, but better Kirk than the rest of the ship.

bright blue eyes come back to the camera.]

During the dream, I wasn't able to find Ward or Resnik. [and, yeah, just let that sink in for a minute.] But I did discover Captain Gallagher's first officer. Her name was Roshan. I can't tell you exactly what that might mean, but I wouldn't suggest spreading the information where Ward or Resnik might catch wind of it.

[he pauses, and adds:]

Gunnery, report. Tyke [you haven't been answering youR PHONE CALLS TYKE] I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible.

Kirk out.

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[ Nathan (the hotter one) appears in the video feed looking, despite the last month, surprisingly better. There's exasperation in his tone, but warmth in his eyes. It's nice to have things vaguely back to normal. There is a long pause before he speaks. ]

To newcomers I would like to say welcome, to those of you who spent the last month sleeping while we were working our asses off out here, welcome back. Time for an update: as you may have heard, many of you have spent the duration of jump thirteen in the stasis pods. We are presently on jump fourteen, and spent the last thirty days with a malfunctioning network. Though certain childish individuals may want to make light of our situation, I feel myself tasked to inform you that Comms was not responsible for bringing the network back online, nor are any of us responsible for any of you waking up, though there was some discussion as to whether or not it was safe to enter the stasis pods at all.

Just last week we received a message through the emergency network. Now most of you will know that I'm not one to spread hysteria, and I'd appreciate it if any speculation on the matter was discreet, with attention to the fact that we are all confined here no matter our fears. We are stronger together. As usual, I would like to remind everyone not to go wandering off into unexplored corners of the ship, unlike certain people.

[ Now for a second Nathan just rubs at his eyes. The mask drops, and it's clear underneath it he's exhausted, but he slips back into his serious face before he speaks again. ]

Comms is down to almost nobody again. We need help down here, so if you feel like you could maybe lend a hand, report to 001. You'll find a sign up sheet on the door, that's how desperate things have gotten. People with skills in computers are the most useful down here, whether you were a hacker or created Facebook, whatever. But you know what? I didn't have a lick of skill with the things when I got here, and now I'm quite capable. If you want to learn something new, want to make your own encryptions or just spent a month or two getting to know the ship more intimately, then just show up.

In regard to learning something new, we've also once again lost our proposed teacher, so I'm drawing the line under all the debate over it. Starting tomorrow, and therefore three days of every week, I'll be running classes for kids under fifteen. We'll meet in the chapel in the oxygen gardens at 10am, and work things out from there. If anyone wants to offer their expertise, show up at the same time, interact with the kids, and we'll see how it goes from there.

So let me say that again: If you're under fifteen, you have the option of coming to classes three days a week. We'll be working on life skills, visiting the different areas of the ship, learning how to use the communicators, maybe even talking about self defense--and anything else you guys want to learn about.

Alright. I got one more question. [ A pause. ] Pet food. Who makes it?

[ Nathan disappears for a moment, but a second later he makes a quick addendum to this post. ]

Just reminding people that we have an electronic message board here that lets people know what's going on around here. I also, during the last month, had an opportunity to put a memorial book down in the chapel for people to leave messages to those who've been and gone. Feel free to fill either out if you have something to add.

<sub>[ Hey, gang. It's your monthly dose of Jake English broadcasting here on the network through the flow of everything going on. Been while since we've seen him, hasn't it? He's blissfully unaware of any sort of dreaming that went on during comas. Yeah, oblivious as par usual. There is only one thing he has his mind set on today.
For those who don't know, this kid is roughly about sixteen and carries a weird accent. It isn't too important, but the best way to describe it would be bullshit Australian.
Anywho, he's in just a plain white tee shirt he managed to salvage back during one of the station trips, along with shorts he risked his life to get. And it appears he's something some sort of space chips. Who knows where that came from.

A few simple scars cover his face from his mask horror that happened a few weeks ago and he's been doing nothing much besides isolating himself. ]</sub>

Salutations.
_{[ His voice seems to be heavy and lacking its typical enthusiasm (though that is apt to change.) His hair appears a bit tousled, and it's evident he hasn't really been taking care of his hygiene upkeep.
Look, it's almost like he's growing facial hair; the best a guy of his age could muster. What a dunderhead. ]}

I hate to be a bother to you lot on the network, what all being pried from your tidy homes and sucked into this ringarosie of spaceship bullshittery. Imposing on your chinwags and chit chatters, I have something of vital importance to ask you.
_{[ ..And there's a pause of suspense. ]}

I..
have been here for what feels like a year, but that probably isn't true. The date I remember upon arrival was April 2012. I still haven't a heaven to betsie's idea of what the current date is, whether or not a missed my 16th birthday or not, or anything. In any case, if my birthday has passed or is to come, all I really want is...

_{[ Here it comes. He sounds desperate. ]}

A movie. And not just any movie, I want--

_{[ A breath. ]}

Weekend at Bernie's. More than anything.
_{[ what. ]}
--And I am aware that some of you get things and trinkets in your locker! Mayhaps you can help me out here if you have it? I am willing to do anything I can to get a hold of this movie. My skills and interests are the following:

( [ green courier text ]  )

I will sacrifice anything I can muster for this, or any Earth movie, especially adventure/action movies! If I'm not completely satisfied in this manner, by Jove, I'll ask every single jump.
_{[ A little more passion in his voice here.
Nobody should ever deprive a movie junkie of their needs, evidently. He shuts the video off before turning it back on quickly. ]}
For new arrivals, I greet you and will offer any services to you and will answer any inquiries! I've been here for some time, but I can assure you that you are not completely safe where you have been brought.
Thank you.

[A young man with messy blond hair and wearing a white suit raps lightly on the screen. His expression is stoic what can be seen of it with his shades in place. If you ignore the wings he looks like a sharply dressed uncaring kid.]

So the network is stable this jump and everyone's up. Cool. I'm sure we're all breathing some sigh of relief over that.

[A pause.] Anyone seen hide or hair of Dirk Strider? Types in orange with perfect syntax. Gets really technical, etc.

Making sure I didn't miss him or anything. Been known to happen. Two ships just pass by in the night or one crow and a rocket boarding ninja in this case.

...

Let me know.






Thanks.

[ ah, the Network. weirdly, Wichita missed it. probably because she hates when things are too quiet, and the sound of static really just reminds her of the movie The Poltergeist ( which, she doesn't care who you are, that movie was freaking horrifying ) so. yeah. she missed this bit of normalcy that she'd gotten used to since she arrived here on the ship. and oh yeah, its been a year. a year. that's way longer than- well, it's too long. but anyway, she's in a good mood, oh yes, for the first time in say.. oh.. a month, ish, she's in a genuinely good mood. why? oh, no reason. also, just ignore that curly-haired guy sitting on the bed behind her. dumdedum. ]

I'm not sure how I feel about these messages of mine becoming a regular thing, but considering the last month? Whatever. Basically - the bar's up in full swing, as always, except Brian's back in action so prepare yourselves for the same verbal assault you've all come to know and love when enjoying a drink there. [ why does she sound so fond of that concept ] Since we've got some new faces, I figure I might ask - anybody got an iPod they wouldn't mind loaning to the bar sometimes? Not for nothing, but I feel bad borrowing Jenna's every day, and I can't handle listening to the same ten 90s dance jams CDs that we got in there. So. iPod! Lend them out for the common good, please. But only if you've got good taste in music.

[ and with that, she clicks her tongue, gives a mock salute, and ends the open feed]

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[ TEAM JAILBAIT ENCRYPTION: 90% ]
Alright, after this last jump pod fiasco, I'm done with waiting around. If you can read this, it means you're into the idea of meeting up to talk about the stuff that goes on here, and teaming up if the situation calls for it. It means you're done waiting around for the "guys in charge" to let us know what's up when they think we can handle it. I know Hayley's been seeking people out - good. I've given the encryption to a few people myself, just 'cause I know you all weren't around when we got hit with the smurf plague. That's what kinda started all this. And it doesn't matter if you weren't here for it, we still want to, uh. Team up and stay safe.

This ship is full of people that will stab you in the back if it means getting out ahead, and that means we need to know we can trust each other to watch out for each other. [ was that redundant? it was redundant. whatever. she's not a public speaker, get off her ass. also yeah, she realizes that anybody that ran into her while she was wearing her mask will realize she pretty much just described her old self to a T, but she won't bring up the irony of it. ] I think the best way to figure out where we all stand and what we're willing to do, is to meet up. Talk it out. Let's put it all out there so we know who we've got, what we can do, and how we can use it to our advantage.

If that... sounds like something you're into, I'm calling a meeting, officially. Three hours from now, in the Rec Room on the 20th floor. For the new people, there's lits that'll bring you straight up, no problem. And you've probably heard by now that wandering the halls alone is unsafe, so grab someone to head up there with you, but for the most part, the passenger halls are fine. ..Just watch out if you see a turkey wandering around, she's an asshole. ... Right.

Oh, and keep this to yourselves, yeah? If we're gonna be pooling information, I want it to stay between us. Kinda defeats the purpose if we've got people breathing down our necks, yeah?

See you soon.


[ ooc: want your "kid" in on this? see this ooc post, please! ]