[ here, have a MySpace style shot of Wichita walking own the hall ( actually it's probably more Blair Witch than MySpace, but it's way less creepy than BW. so. ), her voice quiet over a low hum of.. what sounds like wheels, maybe, or just little gears turning. it's weird, basically. ]

Okay, two things. One- R2D2 is on the ship. Yes, that announcement is worth it's own network post because, well, it is. Because two-

[ the camera is flipped around with a touch on the screen, and then just down the hall, maybe fifteen feet away, is R2D2, leading about a dozen Tranquility Roombas, in two lines, down the hallway. Wichita may or may not have been found them on her way out of the bar, and continued following them for about fifteen minutes before she turned on her camera ]

He started with a following of eight, but every time he passes a room that's being cleaned by a bot, it just stops what it's doing and joins the line.

Innocent playtime? Very possible.

Though I must admit that my imagination has concocted something most! sinister. For what they could be planning.

[ someone sounds a tiny bit like Holmes there, for those last few words, because maybe she misses him a lot and this is how she spends her time now okay. detective-ing. ]

-- And before anybody gets all huffy, don't worry, I'm really only recording this because it's kinda cute. They're like.. ducklings, almost. But what are they up to?

[ amuuuused. ]

[The device comes on, but the picture is shaky for a moment just a blur of darkness, red, blond. The voice that speaks sounds nearly panicked, but there was some lingering control there.]

Jesus Christ you're heavy.

[The device finally settles on Alex's face. There is blood splattered across half of it, and on a great deal of his visible clothing. He's down to just his undershirt, and from the angle of the device, the peek of another forehead and chestnut hair can be seen leaning against his arm, the rest of the unconscious person completely out of frame.

Alex, to his credit, is doing his best to keep his shit together, despite the gravity of the situation.]

I need medical personnel to my location. I'm-- [He muttered shit under his breath, his eyes going over the device for a moment.]

I'm not sure where I am. I think on level three--fuck I'm all turned around. These devices have pinging abilities, right?

[He leans his head back on the dark of the bulkhead. He's got to hope for that. The maze is complicated and he's lost track in his attempts to get out.]

Erik Lehn--Magneto has been severely injured. I've done what I can to stop the bleeding. I don't--

[Alex looks off frame and blanches slightly.]

He's missing a hand, and I don't--don't know if you can save the rest. Idiot got ambushed by something. I didn't get a good look at it.

[If Alex hadn't been a creepy stalker, and followed Erik around, he probably wouldn't even be alive.

He closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing, and Erik's head is more apparent on camera as Alex shifts him, bringing him in closer.]

Just--I would really appreciate some help here.

[ Quin's video broadcast comes from the deepest, darkest depths of the jungle levels of the Oxygen Garden, somewhere in the damp, lush lee of a tree so thickly overgrown with intertwining ropes of vines that it's a wonder it's still standing at all. The comms device itself is settled firmly in to a particularly dense clump of verdant greenery and angled just wide enough to capture Quin, cross-legged and grim-faced, and a sharp speck of a crystal sitting on the loam just in front of him.

He's been here for hours - maybe thirty or so, all of them long and hard-spent. Thinking, meditating, fasting, slipping in to the occasional dream - strange and foreign and full of memories that are definitely not his own. Now, awake and with a clear mind, Quin knows that it is finally time to send out this particular message. He picks the crystal up in one battered, bandaged hand and holds it aloft between his finger and thumb so it can catch a single fragile beam of artificial light that has somehow managed to work its way through the canopy above. ]

This belonged to the golem, Shale. A creature of stone but no less full of light. Her body still lies in the depths of this ship but I know that her comrades still remain with us on board. I've seen your faces in her memories, but I don't know your names.

[ His fingers curl around the nature crystal thoughtfully and he draws it closer to his chest as he explains, ]

I need this crystal. It was no accident that I came across it when I did. But I want your blessings, all of you who came from her world. Those who fought with her, those who knew her. [ A pause. ] Talk to me here, or find me in the oxygen gardens. I will help her memory live on if you will all allow it.