[ the audio feed clicks on abruptly. while this isn't uncommon as a whole for messages that reach the network, it is the first time spock has initiated a communication that doesn't begin with his measured introduction. instead, several alerts criss cross their way through communicators as he speaks. those familiar with him will recognize a curious tightening in his tone. an urgency, but also- ]

ping» [SECURITY]
ping» [MEDICAL]

Request that available personnel respond to coordinates 2.013/581.91 to secure the area.
No visible danger, hostiles likely remain present.

[ beyond his voice, devoid it's typical even cadence, the hall is eerily quiet. the stillness is pervasive. but then he pauses, and for something so brief, it seems to stretch on endlessly. when he speaks at last, it is not only the hallway that is filled with ghosts. fabric rustles, and his feet find purchase on the floor. ]


Chase Kilgannon has perished.




Medical. Please stand by to receive.
Eta four minutes.

[The communicator turns on while upside down, showing the floor and an enormous pile of poker chips. There are a few stacks of ten where someone attempted to order them, but the rest are just in a heap. 500 chips total, if anyone's curious enough and quick enough to count them before the communicator turns around. Firo's still unpracticed with the thing, so the view bounces around, more often showing the walls or ceiling than Firo. Anyone paying close attention might also notice a mask in the shape of a lamb's face half-way shoved under the bed.]

So, um... I was wonderin' if anybody'd be up for a game of poker. Or any card game, really, I'm not picky. It'd be nice to have something to pass the time, you know?

[He nearly winces at how petty of a request it is. It's impossible not to realize that some really creepy stuff is going on and that keeping up his skills for the Family casino might not be a priority right now. But he needs something to do, and he's sure that he won't be getting many more somewhat quiet moments like this to practice. Maybe this can finally help him relax.]

I don't actually have any real cards, but I've got stuff that's close enough. If anybody does know where I could find an actual deck, I'd appreciate it.

[He bites his lip as he wonders if there's anything he should add.]

Or if anybody could tell me where I can find a knife. A real one, not one of those little kitchen knives.

...I think that's all. Thanks.

[ The comm starts out with just voice, and it picks up Yata muttering as he tries to figure out the controls. It’s similar enough to a PDA that he can guess at a few things, but different enough to frustrate him when it doesn't work exactly the same. ]

Where the hell is the video option? Stupid piece of-

[ He finally figures it out and video turns on to reveal Yata looking pretty annoyed, a scowl set on his lips as he regards it. ]

Finally! [ Sorry for the shouting, he… doesn’t really have volume control. At all. Investing in ear plugs could be a good idea. ] I don’t know what the fuck’s going on but I can’t be here! I’ve got shit going on at home and I wanna know who the fuck thought this- [ A pointed gesture to the nanite tattoo on his arm ] was acceptable! There's only one tattoo and I need and it ain't this!

If anyone from Homra is here, get in contact with me already!

[Hey guys, Paceface here to chat! How's the weather aboard? Bloody and depressing? Right... sounds on par.]

I've only been here for a little over a month, and things have progressed this much? 

[He won't say 'finally, about time', because that's just rude as hell. People are dead, and he's not so heartless to ignore that.]

Once a creature is killed, don't assume others won't take its place; monsters like them? They're greedy and stubborn. And they're like rats. How long have they been grouping in those halls after you'd cleared out that single department? How long have they known about that incident? If they're capable of reproducing, we're in even more trouble. There could be a ring of them around us and we'd never even know it, possibly just waiting for our pods to malfunction again... or for our doors and lights to stop working.

[Scaring people? Yes, I like to scare people. But it's for good intentions, at least. He'd like to at least put those thoughts out there.]

I think it'd be in everyone's best interests to not wander into the dark abyss of hallways alone from this point. [don't listen to him, he's a hypocrite] Though... if anyone's planning to regroup and send out a hunting team, I would be more than happy to join one. I've nothing to lose, and death doesn't particularly scare me like it used to. I don't think I'm the only one out there that would agree to that, especially with the things so many have seen and suffered through.

... Death just isn't as scary as it used to be.

[... Speaking of 'death'. He pauses, thoughtful.]

I hope the kid finds peace in hers. She was a brave girl... and considering what I've seen of her on the network, I imagine she's no ordinary child; does anyone see anything familiar about the map she'd drawn on the walls? Her own little mural, so to speak. What did she see in that little head of hers that prompted an art session? Where does this floor plan lead? If it's truly one at all.

... Let us know on the network if anyone finds out more.

[When the video clicks on, it shows Bennett sitting in her room and fidgeting a bit. She wanted to say something, she's just having issues articulating it all. Her lips part like she's about to start speaking a few times before she actually does.]

Ah, hi. I mean, hello. Yes. My name is Bennett Halverson and I'm...new. To this whole, as Dr. Brink put it, pandimensional kidnapping spaceship thing.

So I have a question concerning recent events that have been mentioned or--or broadcasted here on this network.

[She pauses and bites her lip, then her hand sort of wanders up to her mouth and she chews on her thumbnail for a second before she realizes she's doing it and that other people probably don't want to watch that.]

Is this normal? For, well. The monsters. Other...people dying. Does this happen frequently? Because that's a problem in a finite area such as a ship. Which I'm sure the majority of you are probably aware of already and don't need me to point out but. I, I'd like to help. Somehow. I'm a, a scientist. Medical doctor, technically, but my fields of study...weren't limited. I'm familiar with a wide variety of subjects so I'd like to put my knowledge to use. In some way.

[It's a rare video post from Edgeworth. He looks tired, but he seems less depressed than he did a few hours ago; he's focusing on his anger to carry him through.]

Security has a certain amount of the ship secured. These areas are the ones we patrol, the ones you're all accustomed to: the passenger quarters, the oxygen gardens, the medical bay, et cetera. The areas in which you reside. If you stay within those boundaries, we try to keep you safe to the fullest of our abilities; though our manpower is limited, we will do what we can.

If you stray, then we can do nothing. As I said, our manpower is limited, and beyond where we have secured, it is essentially enemy territory. So all of you, no matter how impressed you are with your survival skills and abilities, needs to treat it like enemy territory. It isn't a place to have a walk. It isn't a place to go out and search for monsters so that you can get your fun cracking a few heads. It isn't a research lab. It is a place fraught with danger, and if you go out there, you run the risk of death.

So if you go out, then you will treat it like it is enemy territory. You will not go out alone. You will not go out unarmed. You will not go out without notifying security. If you fail to do any of these things, then you should damn well compose your suicide note to your friends on-board, because you're very likely going to die. And while security isn't ever going to leave anyone to die, you can't treat this ship like an amusement park and expect to live to see the next jump.

[And he glares at the camera a moment longer - and then he glances off to the side, his lips relaxing very slightly.]

Condolences. To those who knew them.

[ He looks very serious, Azari does, as he addresses the network ] Um, I don't really... have anything to say about what's been happening, as I didn't know the... deceased folks. I'm very sorry to their friends, and any family they might've had here. I... I'm really sorry, I'm sorry for what you're going through right now. It's never easy losing someone you love.

[ He falls silent for a moment, pursing his lips thoughtfully ]

But because of all this, if anyone is feeling unsafe or would like someone to accompany them to and from their room to the med bay or shuttle bay or wherever you need to go, I would be willing to do it. Just let me know.

[Locked to Peter Parker; 100% Encrypted, Anthony's encryption (that he got from James)]

Hey, uh, you okay? I hear I kinda slept through the last month or so. Lemme know.

[Locked to Carolyn; same encryption]

Ma'am, I just wanted to let you know that I'm awake again, if you want to continue my lessons. I didn't want to just show up and surprise you or anything.

[Locked to the Avengers; same encryption]

So I slept through last month I guess. Did I miss anything important? Who all's still here?

Also... is there anything we can be doing right now? I don't want to get in Sec's way, we should be working with them if anything.

[ York's just a little less relaxed and personable than he normally is when the feed clicks on, though he's leaning back in his chair like he usually does, letting it tilt as he holds the device up in front of him. The shuttle hijacking attempt was his first taste of things being as off as everyone had been claiming, but now with the recent deaths he's taking this even more seriously. He starts speaking as though in the middle of a conversation already with his viewers. ]

So I know there's lots of opportunity for R & R on this ship, but I gotta tell you up front I've been thinking about this for a while now, okay. And in light of recent events I think it might be a better idea than I even realized.

Now, I'm just sending out feelers here, but I'm skilled in hand-to-hand fighting and I'm sure there're others of you here, like me, who'd like to practice that more. Maybe even see if there's something we can learn from one another. So if you're interested in doing some sparring, let me know, and if I get enough response maybe we'll make a thing out of it.

locked to shuttle crew; 100% encrypted;

Just so you guys know, anybody on the team who's interested has first dibs on lessons, if you want 'em. 

locked to Donna; 100% encrypted;

You want to see if we can get a bottle of something and stay in tonight?