[By now she's figured out how to turn the thing on and address it right-side-up, and has even ventured into the exciting realm of leaving personal messages.]

[But it would really help if she could actually remember the name or number of the person she wanted to contact.]

Hey. There's a white-haired human somewhere that knew where I could get a spear. Does anyone know him? Or, where I could get a spear? Or even just find things to make a spear?

[She misses a proper spear, man.]

 [It has been some time since he properly arrived.  He has taken the time to get somewhat settled, to find his clothes and try and recover from his last memories of home.  In that time, he has figured out the comms -- at the very least, the voice and video functions, and so there is little fumbling once he flicks on the switch. (He thinks, for a moment, of Combeferre -- he would have loved all this place had to offer.)

The young man looks -- tired, overall, though clean and reasonably clean-shaven.  There is a spark of fire in his eyes, though at the moment it is understandably dampened.  When he finally speaks, it is obvious he is expecting answers, voice curt and given to speaking orders --but he is certainly not a military man and his voice is tinged with a soft French accent.]

Information would be appreciated.  I would care to know if my friends are here.  They would be about my age, no more than ten of them, speaking of Les Amis de l'ABC.  They are called Courfeyrac, perhaps Combeferre or Grantaire.  Does anyone aboard this ship have news of them?

[ The video is sent from the holodeck the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen has frequented of late. A backdrop of red marble and dark metal appears for several seconds before the camera angle is adjusted. The man who appears on the screen is older, red-haired, and tremendously overweight. He scrutinizes the screen for a moment before he begins speaking, his voice a deep basso rumble.]

"Attention, Tranquility, I am the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. I have a query for those on the ship who might have pertinent information."

[One can only sit on a holodeck brooding in artificial simulations of home for so long before it grows exceedingly dull, which has grown obvious of late. The Baron suspects that there may be other things to do, somewhere, and, has begun to wonder about a subject in particular, which has not held much personal interest for many, many years. Having far too much free time on his hands, however, he has begun recollecting a certain pastime of his now rather-distant youth.]

"Is anyone aware of any musical facilities aboard the ship? Listening areas with catalogs of recorded material are of interest, but, I would also like to know if there are any facilities containing musical instruments of any sort. Also, are there any musicians aboard the ship?"

[So long as Gurney Halleck does not appear with a damned baliset, perhaps this will prove interesting, he thinks, and sinks back into his seat to await any responses, sipping from a glass of Spice-laced wine taken from one of the bars.]

So many secrets aboard one ship and such a wonderful fate awaits those who try and solve them.

[ she's bothered, Regina. She likes knowing against who she plays and this uncertainty unnerves her. Evil queen or not, she takes no pleasure in children dying. She is sitting in her room, her jacket thrown on a chair next to her. So many questions and not one answer. ]

Asking for answers is a bit much, evidently. I'll ask this then, who do you believe have them on the ship, the two people who were here before and somehow are miraculously still present or the Red Cheshire Cat who has taken to smiling from the shadows?

All roads in Wonderland belong to the Queen of Hearts.

Who do the roads aboard the Tranquility belong to?