[this is Stilinski's first time using the video function, because hey this guy doesn't even use Skype back home, why would he do it on the Tranquility. still, he has a question and he's not really sure who to ask so why not ask everyone, right? this is supposed to be a forum.]

I hope with the most recent injuries people are going to be exercising a little more caution up here. We can't keep you people safe if you keep running off into the ship.

[he's been around medical, he knows how hard the staff are working, and he isn't going ot elaborate because while he's on security, it isn't his job to police people. not until he gets that order.]

Got a question for ya though. Is it normal to get things in your locker that aren't yours?

[his expression crinkles, because he knows how that sounds.]

I don't mean something significant that isn't yours, like a picture or- or a ring that belonged to someone you knew. But I mean, something you've never seen before in your life.

[and because that isn't all that clear and because he honestly doesn't know that this is a potentially dangerous substance, he holds the bottle up.]

I thought this was gun powder or a spice or something, but, it isn't. And I have no idea what it is.

[he looks at it again, shrugs, sets it down, and ends the transmission.]

[ on flips the feed showing the face of a somewhat contemplative and obviously tired ariadne. she’s been thinking – well working really – and is now looking for help or well… maybe some input – she doesn't really care. she just figured it is about time she talked about a few things. ]

Before Chase was killed… [ which yeah, still seems to cause her to frown at the thought of ] she was able to draw a map on one of the walls.

I'm not sure if any of you have actually seen it or have talked about it. But Detective Blake was able to get me a copy of it when he was there and I've been looking at it since then.

[ a small nod in thought, her brow furrowing and she is adding with a sigh. ] I've noticed that it's not matching up to any of the other maps that we have – not even the maze.

It actually seems like it might be a partial map to something else.

[ she actually thinks there might be a room in the map, but she still isn't sure about that part and wants to be positive about it before she mentions that part. ]

So I'm wondering…[ and a flicker of hopefulness suddenly appears in her eyes. ] does anyone have any maps that they would be willing to let me look at if I haven't yet?

I really just want to compare them all to the one Chase left us, as well as the ones that I drew up a while back.

[ yep... that's all. ]

So, most 'a you already know that a few of us did some exploring of the deeper parts of the ship last month, and found a painting that seemed dead set on stalking us through the hallways. Jaye put up pictures of the thing if you missed that somehow. If anyone with chemistry skills has some free time, I've got a bottle here with some of the paint, or whatever it is, that I flaked off of one instance of the painting, since we thought it might be helpful to know what exactly a moving mural is made of. Lemme know if you're interested.

[ normally, this kind of thing starts with jenna scattered, or looking slightly surprised that recording is actually happening. none of that, for once; instead she's sitting in one of the therapy rooms, behind a desk with her comm propped up enough to see a truly righteous amount of brightly colored pillows behind her. she's calm, cool, collected and super prepared, there may be notes involved.

she has a handout, y'all. ]

I have a speech I put together so I'm just going to launch into it, and I'll do the social skill stuff after, honest. [ a deep breath. ] Okay, so. Between earlier in the month with Tony, and-- other conversations, I've realized that there might be more confusion about what therapy is and what it can do for people than I had thought. So! Consider this one woman's very, very biased take on it.

Therapy is, in an overly simplified hippie way, trying to help people heal their brains and their hearts. Not the actual organs-- thoughts and feelings. It's working through problems that keep you from living your life as well as possible.

There are a lot of fields and specialties but I'm going to talk about my preferences and style, since-- I'm kind of it, right now, when it comes to the traditional discipline side of things.

[ looking down again, at an out of frame notebook, jenna takes a breath. ]

The first thing I want to say is I'm not stuck on sitting in chairs and talking about your childhood. If you want to take a pillow and beat the wall and then talk about music? It's your session, go ahead. That doesn't mean we can do whatever you want, but it does mean I understand that opening up to a total stranger is hard and admittedly sucks and most of you don't know me well enough to just assume you can trust me. That's okay-- it's smart, actually. And if you'd like to start seeing me, we can work on building that trust, but I don't expect it to just magically appear because I say I'll do my best to help you.

Uh-- right, second point. I can go over this more in detail one on one, but I'm not a licensed therapist, I'm a grad student. A grad student would be like... a master apprentice? Almost to being a master maker of whatevers myself, but just a year or two shy. Anyway, that makes what I'm doing illegal, back home-- not to mention a million kinds of unethical and more than a little gross. Believe me, I know, and I didn't really set out to declare myself Space Therapist. If me not being licensed makes you uncomfortable I completely understand and respect a desire to hold out for someone who isn't still midway through their thesis, but it was pointed out that until then I should offer for people who don't mind.

...and a quick third: at home, I'd never see clients in a social situation. No one would know about my life, my problems or bad habits, anything like that. But this isn't home and you may see me at the bar, so if that would make you uncomfortable I also understand, but we make do with what we have up here.

[ she clears her throat and taps a few keys. ]

Here, I put together an informal quick list about what therapy is and isn't.

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...I think that's about it for the official side.

[ and with that the attempt at Serious Posture and Mature Gravity fades back into something more naturally jenna. ]

Now I get to be normal life Jenna, not therapist Jenna. [ offering a wave. ] Hey, new people-- I'm Jenna, if you missed Tony's last scientific doom post. I mentioned it there too, but again: if you don't mind being expected to lend a hand helping in some way or another, dinners happen nightly on the kitchen nearer to the lower numbered rooms, floor one. It's not exciting food, but I can promise it won't completely suck and there will be enough for anyone. Anyone who wants something fancy can... make it for themselves, pretty much.

...does anyone do haircuts, on a completely different end note? We can talk trading if you want, I just need a trim. [ her mouth twitches, mischievously. SUP CHAPEL. ] And a friend told me it's good to make sure people know how to cut hair to the right length before you ask for the haircut in the first place.


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[Hello Tranquility, it's been a while since Blake has addressed the network. Enjoy this rare event (or not so rare, whatever). Today he looks - well, about how he usually looks, which is serious, but polite and neutral, even if his words express a certain amount of, well - frustration.]

In case anyone hasn't noticed yet, running off into the ship by yourself tends to lead to bad things happening. Like maiming, or death.

Instead of doing more of that, maybe we can think of some actually productive ways to spend our time? The basketball club has been short on participants lately. Anyone is welcome, any skill level. If you don't know what basketball is, I'm happy to teach. It's a team sport - a game, it involves hand-eye coordination and it's good exercise.

If you don't like basketball, well. Everyone has stuff they like, stuff they're good at, right? Maybe others can get some other activities going. I saw Miss Berry asking about people who like to sing, maybe.

And if you really need to go out exploring, let's do this right. I'm just a cop, but it seems like there's safety in numbers. Some organized recon groups, properly trained, might be able to get more useful information without more lost lives or limbs. Those maps might be a good place to start, if we can get some more clues, but right now it mostly seems like a wild goose chase to me. Except the geese can kill you.

[ there's a rustling before the feed begins- but the sound is impossible to place as any one thing. in the background, the tell-tale beep and hum of medical can be heard, chased by heavy footfalls and the clacking of records. melissa's head lifts into the feed, hair a messy knot on top of her head trying desperately to escape.

there may or may not be a plate of waffles and inhuman amount of empty mugs sitting on the table just visible over her elbow. ]

Hey listen, I know you've probably heard it all before, and I know the network is just packed with don't-go-out messages from people you don't even know, but please.

[ her hands come together before the feed, fingers laced and pleading. ]

Please, from all of us working eighteen hour shifts- don't go out. Give us a week? Keep your arms and legs on your bodies? Because frankly, my last decent meal was a microwaved burrito and that was three days ago.

A week, please, that's all I ask.






And maybe if someone could run by with a few extra coffee filters.
We're getting a little desperate.