[ The camera focuses on Chase and she's quietly sitting in one of the common rooms, hands folded neatly in her lap, a pleasant smile on her face. If you look closely, there's a few art supplies behind her. ]

I've seen it. The truth. And I'm so very sorry I didn't see it sooner. To everyone who does not believes in God that I have been a petulant child to, I apologize.

[ She nods. It's firm, it's full of resolve. ]

It's going to be okay. Not for a very, very long time, but it's going to be okay. But first, there is something I need to do. So--please, don't fight. And above all else, treasure one another. I'm going to help you.

[ There's a brief pause, and Chase clears her throat. Her eyes glow a pinkish colour. ]

No key is needed, the truth will surface. The way will shine and the journey will be new, but They will not. They are watching, and Their presence will be met with red, red, red. There's a place--a labyrinth--that They will claw out of, clutching what they once where. Whispers are no longer whispers. Whispers are roars, are shouts, are screams of the damned and the dead. The murals are laughing. The network is laughing. And--

[ She closes her eyes. ]

There is something I must do. Today, I'm going to try to defy God.

[ She cuts the feed--and to anyone that can pick out what common room it is, they'll find her communicator lying on a table, along with a heavy book from her world. The one item in her possession: her version of the bible, the Ghansgraad. She's taken the art supplies. ]

[Luke closes a green leather bound book before he brings his full attention to the screen. His hair is a little disheveled and the slight grin on his face looks a little sinister. Though that could be the effect of the lighting and the scar on the right side of his face.]

So I've gotten my hands on five swords. Four are celestial bronze which means they won't harm humans. Perfect for training. So if anyone is interested in learning how to sword fight just contact me. Either here or send me a private message.

And for those of you who already know how to sword fight, anyone up for some practice? I'm a little rusty and I could use a challenge. This is open to anyone and everyone.

For those of you who don't know me I'm Luke Castellan. Son of Hermes and head former counselor of cabin twelve at Camp Half-Blood. [What was the use in not introducing himself? They were all stuck on board. Besides he needs his own crew. Not just Percy's gang of misfits.]

Can't wait to hear from the those of you who are interested.

Hey.

I'm one of the gals who came on board last jump, name's Eileen. I was wondering who to talk to about doing some work down in the Oxygen Gardens. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and it'd be great to have something productive to do - so I'd appreciate hearing from the usual working crew.

For everyone else, I heard the bar's got some tunes. It'd be pretty nice if I could find a dancing partner. Partner dancing or just someone to dance around with. No pressure, I'm not a professional or anything. Both men and women may apply, haha.

Thanks.

[Click.]