[ it's baby's first post! the feed turns on to show a young lady staring down at her communicator with a look that is both one of pure wonderment and confusion. she runs her finger down the screen only to startle a little. her eyes widen then squint as she reads the screen's display. her lips press together tightly for a moment before her teeth worry her bottom lip.

then she seems to realize something and she almost drops the device in her surprise.]

Oh! Um-- Hello? Is it-- Do I speak now? [ she looks up before she looks down and gives another sheepish smile.] Hello. I'm Guinevere. But I go by Gwen. I apologize, I am still learning how to use this... communicator? [ she says it as though she's not sure that's what it's called. after moment, she pauses, her expression awkward suddenly when she realizes that she needs to ask a question, perhaps a worrisome one.

so she just looks sympathetic, a tight lipped, 'sorry-for-any-inconvenience' sort of expression. ] I wanted to ask... what manner of creatures have been attacking? [ as in what did do they look like and how can she avoid them? ]

[ good evening tranquility ( or maybe it's daytime, hard to really tell on this ship especially with everything that's happened within the past two days ) you are being greeted by a tony stark in his natural habitat, also known as one of the actual science labs and not one of his fun little makeshift labs on the first floor. it looks like he's actually doing something ( spoilers: not exactly ) but everyone really believes people better when they're working first. at least when they're tony stark. in any case he puts down what he's working on ( which is actually just a buttload of calculations ) and finally actually speaks, exhaling heavily. ]

Good evening Tranquility, at least I'm pretty sure it is, I haven't actually checked, if it's not, replace that with whatever time of day it is. I felt like we needed a Hitchcock flair after the events of oh, what last two months? I'm saying hi from the science not going to tell you all which one because I don't feel like listening to all of you storming the gates. Could have just done this from one of my labs on the first floor, but then I'd definitely have to tell you where those are. And I don't feel like it personally. By the way, not actually going to ever give those up, so if we're consolidating floors, personally vote the fourth floor, so many open rooms up there.

Generous, Tony. Are you-- you're posting? [ and this would be jenna wandering onto camera, carrying a plate in her hand, clearly bringing lunch to tony and prepared to stay and make sure he eats. stefan follows behind her, just nearly out of frame, flashing bits and pieces.

follows like a broody, spiky puppy. kind of. he's fixed his hair, it's very suave. ] Hang on.

[ and she ducks out of frame again. ] Stefan, this is my friend Tony-- not a pirate. Tony, Stefan-- you guys have a lot in common.

[ like being alkies. MASSIVE ALKIES is the subtext here. ] And you guys shake hands or something and I will... not be fixing my hair, because I'm not vain. Tony, you were pretending you speak for the whole first floor?

[ and the whole network gets to see that awkward moment where no one knows if they're shaking hands or not. stefan ends up nodding pleasantly, shuffling a little to the side like he wants to be out of the way. you kids and your newfangled posts. ]

[ ...right yes the— handshake. how about no. because no. so nod back because jenna what does that mean. MOVING ON! MAYBE. KIND OF. ]

I was. Look, a fair amount of those rooms were claimed by me and have my shit in them. So, I can speak for my room. There's like twenty rooms occupied there by us and there's single digits on the fourth floor. it's the logical place if you're going to move us all. Besides, I know someone kept her room and yet is still living in sin in another. Just saying. [ tony that's mean stop that. ] And yes, to the posting. I have another PSA because I'm apparently learning how to be really responsible like that. It's weird.

You're calling dibs. [ comes the quiet, off-camera contribution from stefan, accompanied by the clink of glass against glass. ]

...Traitors. "Dibs". [ hair successfully fixed, jenna steps back into frame. ] As I'm sure Tony meant to say, the first floor has open rooms and if everyone can get along and agree and you don't mind an unreliable lock, dinner is every night.

Okay, pitch done. Continue with the science and telling us all we're doomed. [ it would sound waspish except for how it's clearly an old enough joke 'lol tony you keep fucking it all up' is affectionate. somehow. ]

--oh! No, no, I lied. I would have announced this last month, but-- you know. No Network. I found a therapy department, so... if you don't mind a grad student who you might see at the bar sometime, please come in.

We've got every pillow ever, so you don't even have to talk to me if that's not something you feel comfortable with. Come... I don't know. Beat walls with soft things, it's a very legitimate therapy technique. Anyway: we're open for business, and if I'm not there contact me for an actual appointment at 001 » 016. And related, I'm Jenna. Okay, now you can hit the doom and science.

[ ha ha ha jenna if only this doom wasn't actually doom. for once, tony is maybe going to scare the shit out of everyone with just cause this time. even if maybe you know, black holes aren't exactly his area of expertise. ]

Jenna is lying and don't believe her except for dinner and therapy. [ oh right original reason for posting. ] So we had two deaths in two days, Chase's is incredibly sad and I miss her too, but, the last death, you know the big thing of rocks—

Shale-- [ that would be jenna. ]

—Right, Shale, tumbled down a hole and promptly died. Pretty sure it wasn't capable of dying unless something was say— oh I don't know, something that could destroy matter.

Large, killer black holes. [ stefan still not on camera, but his tone is serious. ]

Broody got it in one. For those of you who are new, once upon a time like jump, six or five or some number we all caught a weird plague that someone I know affectionately calls “dying of blue” and some of us had to go on a wild adventure for a cure that involved a maze with black holes. I know how that sounds and some of you more science savvy people are going to point out that you can't have a black hole let alone several on a ship like this without all of us dying. [ a beat. ] Yeah, usually I'd agree, but whatever killed Shale—

...question. [ that would be jenna, again, actually raising her hand for some reason. ] Okay, you can go back to the monologue but why can't black holes exist in a ship? Just... actually curious.

[ sigh! jenna no, stop interrupting him. ] In simple terms? The entire ship would be pulled into the hole and promptly be smashed into tiny pieces and cease to exist. As I was saying, normally I'd agree, but I've seen it before and nothing else could conceivably kill what was, basically rocks. The maze was from what I remember, not exactly close enough to have us communicate with the network.

Shale was able to broadcast falling down the hole. I'm not entirely sure where that hole is, but, while the hybrid hell monsters are bad. We've got a just slightly bigger problem, if we've got a black hole within broadcasting range. One that seems to kind of defy the laws of normal black holes.

[ when tony takes a breath, jenna moves in. ] It means, in not technical talk: bad things were far out, and now they're closer in. Things always moved in the ship, but this is-- new. New and bad. So if Tony doesn't mind me taking over this PSA-- be careful. Don't be stupid and I don't mean don't do anything, before someone yells about action being needed; I agree. [ jenna's not smiling, her expression earnest but not quite grim. urging.

(hypocrite.) ]

But two members of our group are dead, in two days. That's not okay, and not wandering off alone? That's a good start to stopping this.

[ tony looks like he's going to say something but then he stops instead choosing to just point to his eye that is currently glowing blue through a hole much like a pupil in a normal eye. this is what happens when you do stupid shit like go outside of the normal areas. you go crazy. or you lose an eye. or something like that. ]


[ ooc | in order the fonts are as followed: jenna, stefan, tony. ]

[ Bet everyone on the network has missed this pretty face, right? He's not in his room this time, however. In fact, he's kind of roaming around the halls. So, the video is a little shaky. ]

You know, there's something about all this I really don't get. So much attachment can't be good for anyone on this boat. It's the same whenever there's a jump, and most of the time, we're not all that lucky anyway. Half the people we know leave and some we don't replace 'em.

I dunno why I think it's ever gonna be different. Maybe I'm just that optimistic. [ Yeah, he's kind of lost another friend. Even if he's gained one from before, it doesn't seem to keep him from going down a path he really shouldn't be going down. A shake of his head, and he's frowning. ] And another thing—

Dying happens. It's that whole natural process whatever that comes with the being mortal thing. The best you can hope for is ending up somewhere better than here. [ Bells sounds frustrated now, the sigh he gives distracting him from what else he'd been about to say. ] This is boring as fuck. I'm getting tired of waiting and the same stuff always happening.

Who's exactly doing who a favor around here anyway? Can't be a decent guard if there's shit protecting us. Now that's something to think about, huh?

[ And with a grimace, the feed abruptly ends there. Feel free to bump into him on his way to the OG. ]

[ there's a dizzying swing of the camera at first as the device is positioned, and then the picture comes into focus. she wears the simple black suit they gave to her, wears her hair in a simple braid over her shoulder, but there is something about the way she sits, the way she looks, solemn and calm, that might belie nobility.

there also happens to be the head of a wolf just in shot at her side, sandy haired. one of Zelda's hands rests in the fur on the beast's great head, but her attention is on the camera. at first, she studies the thing, eyes narrowed, as if she isn't sure it's working as expected - and then she seems content with it, and gives a nod, and speaks, soft and clear. ]

It seems that 'Tranquility' is a name ill-fitting for this - vessel. [ she still finds it a little hard to believe that they're essentially flying in the sky, but she's known stranger circumstances, and isn't about to call it foolish. new as she is, the sorrow that passes over her face is utterly genuine - ] - I understand that these times are cruel. I am sorry.

[ the grief passes, however, the calm remains, her fingers scratching at one of the wolf's ears before she continues, steady and even. ]

My name is Zelda, and I am newly woken here. I have gathered some information on the situation, but - more would always be welcome. Some of you have been kept here for some time, I imagine. The dangers, especially - please tell me of them.

I also seek to speak with those working in the medical section of the ship. I am no doctor, but I have power that may be put to use there, if you will have it.

[ a brief, curt smile, and then she bows her head. ] Thank you.

[ With the explosion of broadcasts on the network Cambridge realises this is as good a time as any to throw his hat in as well. In fact, it works in his favour; one brief message will hopefully be quickly lost amongst the furor, cutting short any of the emotional fanfare that comes with having to talk about it in public. If Oxford hadn't been so damn gregarious in the first place he wouldn't even have bothered to say it out loud (type it, whatever; the point still remained): ]

Oxford has returned home. Not dead, just gone.

[ what follows are a series of self-indulgent little private messages because he might as well get all this hideousness over and done with at once: ]

PRIVATE: CHAPEL HILL
Don't suppose you fancy raising your sartorial bar a little higher? His clothes certainly won't fit me

PRIVATE: TYKE
Don't say anything, just choose one word: eloquent, dependable, poetic.

PRIVATE: NEAL
I'd rather stick my cock in Tony Stark's eye hole than get mixed up in your Smiley nonsense but for the love of God do try to contain this ridiculous song and dance somewhat
or at least give a fellow a decent warning before you drop your trousers and bare your crazy all over the network again

PRIVATE: JOSIAS
so how much does a space whore charge for hair-stroking anyway

PRIVATE: HAL
those other books I had on my list are now free for the taking. You can have them all, if you like

[she's small, and she's weak, and she couldn't have done anything to help the dead people even if she knew them. she can't join a security patrol or go scouting or make a helpful PSA to the network; pretty much all Hana can do is stay out of the way, hide in her room, stick her communicator under her mattress, and use the other bed to barricade the door. and she does exactly that for a good six hours! but after that, when sleep fails her and her thoughts are her only real company, after she's fished out her comm again and looked at all the things people are saying, she knows she also can't just sit by and do nothing.

when people are consumed by grief, they often forget to consume anything else -- she remembers what happened with Michiko in San Paraiso -- and even though she doesn't really know any of these people like she knew Michiko, that's not right. she can't help them or comfort them, but she can at least do one thing for the rest of the people on the Tranquility, while it really hurts. she can cook her feelings, and she can feed and nourish the everliving shit out of them.

and all of that unnecessary smalltext buildup explains how, around a day later, she ends up making a PSA anyway! Hana figures that if she does voice or video, there will always be that one person who chooses to focus on her age; instead of doing the sane thing and taking 30 seconds to make this post she hunt-and-pecks her way through a torturous 10-minute text message, then spends an additional five minutes scrutinizing it for spelling and grammar errors in the erroneous belief that this will make her appear more mature.]

Attention please! I want to say something.

Everyone keeps saying "it's dangerous, it's dangerous" and talking about what to do but you can't just do that alone.If you forget to eat something you won't be strong for all the things you keep talking about. So even if it's so dangerous you still need to eat, because if you do not take care of yourself that's also dangerous! Since you are busy [and grieving, and scared, and angry] and probably do not have time to think about all of it I cooked for you. There is lot and it is in the kitchen on floor 14. Anyone can come and eat. Even if you're not busy you should come, that is ok too. Because this is important and nobody else should get hurt.

If you are doing to much to come someone else can bring you the food. Or I can do it. If you can't eat it I can make another thing for you. I will take recipe's too. Thank you very much.

Hi, everybody! I happen to be a new arrival here but I've been here for a few days, so I think it's about time I introduced myself. My name's Blaine.

But that's not the only reason why I wanted to introduce myself. Everybody on the Tranquility can hear this, right? See, I'm looking for some friends of mine. It's kind of a long list, so I thought it would be better just to show you.

[Hence, he holds up a photo to the feed.]

Now not everybody I'm looking for is in this photo. Their names are Joe, Rory, and Sugar. Joe has really long dreads and Rory is Irish, so you'd probably recognize them easily. Sugar is...um, money. Anyway, if you've seen any of them, I'd really appreciate it if you would let me know. Thanks!

— Oh, and New Directions, if any of you guys are here, give me a call?

[ somber is not a look that suits her. but with all that's been going on, it's hard to be anything but. she's in the oxygen gardens — alone for the time being even if she knows that might not be the best of choices. at least it's peaceful here.

she's rifling through a bag at the moment, seemingly distracted despite having turned on the feed with a purpose. it only lasts about as long as it takes her to pull out an unopened pack of cigarettes. ]

I don't smoke. But I got these in my locker so, I figure I should do something with them, right?

— that doesn't mean giving it a try space adults, don't worry. [ too many hugs not drugs campaigns yo. and also if there's any vices to be picked up, she'll take time going through all the choices lbr. ]

I'm willing to trade if anyone's got something. [ shrugs. her other option is to just leave them as an anonymous gift to the first person she finds, but this is better. ] I don't really know what to ask for in return yet, but hey, if you make me an offer I'll think about it.

[ she moves to turn off the feed, but at the last minute — ]

Does anyone want to hang out? If you ignore the dinosaur, it's almost like back home.