Good afternoon, unwilling citizens of the Tranquility. Ianto Jones here. As it turns out, the ship has seen fit to gift me with all the necessary materials for making professional signage. As a General Support officer, I figured I might as well branch further into public service and put these materials to use.

[He pans his communicator around to show a neat-looking sign he's set up in the Oxygen Gardens. Myfanwy is in the background, perched on the branch of a large tree and tilting her head inquisitively.]

Anyone who feels the need for any official signage is welcome to ask. Anyone who feels the need for less official signage is also welcome to ask, but as it's for personal and not public use, I'll be taking advantage of the bartering system and asking for something in return. I would have made this offer sooner, but I seem to have been out of commission for a month. Sorry about that.

[Locked to Hayley Stark; encrypted 100%]
As if embarrassing myself in front of Obi-Wan Kenobi weren't enough, I've now made the world's most humiliating first impression on James Bond, and Anakin Skywalker just showed up with R2D2. Please save me from myself and come have more drinks with me. I'm trying to rope Jenna in too, so feel free to bring a friend.

[Locked to Ariadne; encrypted 100%]
I haven't seen you about yet. How are you?

[Locked to Jenna; encrypted 100%]
I know we need to talk business, but I don't feel like it at the moment. Come have drinks with me and let me tell you about my most recent humiliation.

[Locked to Tony Stark; encrypted 100%]
How's the eye socket? Have you gotten a cool eyepatch and started hiding things in there? Or are you going for something more bionic?

[Cambitas encryption; locked to Cambitas members]
We have a new recruit. Thought I should let you lot know.

[Although he's been here before, Joe never made an appearance on the Network. Some may recognize him from seeing him around in November, but to others, he'll just be a brand new face. That looks like he's John Blake's cousin or something.]

I think I'll skip the niceties and cut right to the chase: I'm looking for a man who looks like me. Older, not a lot up here. [He motions to his hair.] If you see him, let me know.

To say he's "dangerous" would be an understatement.

[Now, moving on. Joe rubs his jaw, which has got a nice, faint bruise, and glances away from the camera for a moment. Then, he looks back at it.]

Also. What kinds of jobs are out there for someone who's good with a gat? [Well, a blunderbuss, but hey, Joe can fire a gat just as well.]

[ it's obvious, from the dampness of stefan's hair and the disarry of his hair, that he's just come from the jump. there's a pause before he starts speaking, like he's not totally certain it's recording. technology, man, technology. ]

According to what I've found in the backlogs, I've been here before.

[ because of course what stefan did was sit down and do some reading. is anyone surprised? ]

The catch is, I don't remember being here before. So I suppose my point is, how common of a thing is that? Has it happened to anyone here before?

And if Mystic Falls means anything to anyone...

[ awkward pause, stefan twitches a smile, eyebrows raised, and then he cuts the connection. ]

[its been a day already, and anakin spent most of that time trying to regain his bearings. waking up in that pod, senses muted. it isn't something he cares to repeat. but after scouring the network he knows that's a choice he doesn't get to make. not if these "jumps" are real. and with his senses back in full swing again, he's fairly certain that it's all true. that, or the force itself is trying to trick him in to believing a lie.

when the feed cuts in it's to a low-angled shot of anakin, already mid-conversation. no, he isn't aware that it's recording, because no, he isn't the one responsible for it.]

--eels strange though. It's him, but it's almost like-

[there's a few beeps to interrupt him, and anakin finally turns his attention back to its source. and subsequently, the camera.]

What are you...? Oh. [right. camera. time to think quickly. see, he's even putting on his jedi face. you know, alert and serious looking. this is just how he planned to make first contact with the wider world. obviously.]

I am Padawan learner Anakin Skywalker. I would like to speak with somebody from the Flight Crew. Specifically, whoever is in charge of the shuttles, if you have time. [he has a list of the people on flight crew of course. artoo already took care of that. but now he's looking for the kind of details that don't come in digital form.

a little more from the droid and he nods. his concern would be obvious to those who know him. but seeing as there's only one person who fits the bill here (or so he'd like to think)-]

Master, I know you're here.

[he just isn't sure what's wrong. there were two force users, but neither he could identify. it wasn't until artoo had found his name in the ships records that he'd realised obi-wan was one of those two.

he can feel him there now; a bright spot in the force. but it isn't right. it feels like their bond is muted in some way, and he knows it can't be on his end. he isn't holding back any more than he usually does. he wants to ask, of course. but that would mean admitting a weakness in their bond, and he's not about to do that while the rest of the ship could be watching. no, better to meet up and find out what's going on, right?]

Artoo wants to see you.

[yes, when all else fails, blame the droid.]

Tranquility.

[ Lucrezia Borgia's hair is braided and her silks are pink as her cheeks. ]

The fireflies had returned to us. To them and to those who had been asleep, Ben Tornati! as you all have been so direly missed. I would hear that you are well from your lips or through the firefly.

To all others, I offer a trade.

I would hear of your name. I heard so many names since my arrival here and yet I never asked for their meaning in your respective languages. I would listen and tell you of my own, if you care to hear it.

[ but then she seems a bit bothered by something, as if she had realized something is missing. ]

I have no words of poetry to offer today, what a shame.

[ give her a moment before she'll smile and, lifting her chin with mischief in her eyes, speak the next words in Latin before shutting down her firefly. ]

quae bello est habilis, Veneri quoque convenit aetas.

( The age which is apt for war, is also suitable for Love. )

I've been experiencing strange interference on my computer. Is anyone else experiencing this?

[MEANING someone's trying to hack into her stuff. and she's not happy.]