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16 February 2013 @ 12:11 am
Bilbo Baggins, at your service!

[ That squeak surely must have scratched at your ear, friend! Maybe you've heard it once or twice before ( it's a habit ). Well, it turns out to be sourced to one particular hobbit, the very same Bilbo Baggins peering through the screen. Peering into forever? No, he is looking for his audience, but his words carry on and float. They spin and meet into one smoky ring, puffed through a pipe tangled in his fingers. There is a visible calm patting into the wrinkles of his face, perhaps from earlier stress.

Still, the chirp in his voice smooths out his expression into something friendly. In fact, he is sharing a cheeky smile to his no-face audience, hoping for the same kindness.
]

I am in need of help finding my company. [ He clears his throat, stuck between a tone that is business-like and relaxed. He shouldn't be too relaxed, of course not! ] Dwarves, thirteen in count, but I will gladly send my thanks and offerings to any that may be found. There are two others accounted for, but calling anyone else familiar would most definitely put my concerns and my inner trembling to rest.

[






Yes, the broadcast carries on without any movement, but a few hints of sound. Perhaps someday he will have a proper understanding of the 'on' and 'off' options. Perhaps.
]
 
 
Ladon Ceto
16 February 2013 @ 12:50 am
[ Unlike the only other post Ladon's done on the network, this one isn't meant to be video. It is anyway, though, because failure with technology comes as his second nature. Either way, Ladon's lounging in his room, enjoying one of the few glasses of Fir whisky he has left from the bottle that showed up in his locker. And for once he's not all buttoned up and formal, his shirt's in the laundry along with his vest and tie. He's also going a few days between shaves now to keep from running out of what he has.

So hey. Undershirt and stubble. You're welcome, space anonymous. His hat's still on, though. It may as well be glued to his head. ]


So. Puttin' aside the unpleasantness of mooks here killin' or threatenin' to kill animals who ain't done no harm... Got a couple questions for you folks.

One, ever notice somethin' here similar to your world? We ain't got none of this blinkin' business back home, but I seen some things here similar t'the station I was on before. Wonderin' if it's just coincidence. Or if space shit's the same 'cross the board.

Two... [ He pauses a moment, sets his glass down and turns it a few times in contemplation. ] Wonderin' 'bout those holodeck things we got here. Anyone know how they work?

((OOC: Ladon dissected a roomba today thus why he needs to wash his shirt and such. He put it back together again before setting it free, but you're likely to find the poor thing hanging about on the 11th floor, running into walls and going in circles. Not good with technology, remember? ENJOY YOUR DEFECTIVE ROOMBA, TQ.))
 
 
Jack Harkness
16 February 2013 @ 04:36 pm
[Jack tries not to poke his head in where it doesn't belong, and he tries to let his friends be their own people. But he hasn't seen Tosh since the jump, and since it's been a week now, he's assuming the worst. People have gone off wandering into the depths of the ship though, maybe she's headed that way? Point is, they haven't seen or heard from her in over a week and that's unnerving for him.]

Has anyone out there seen Tosh lately? Toshiko Sato? Gorgeous Asian girl, works in communications?

[He smiles to hide the fact that he's worried, though if you know him, you can definitely tell. Hell, even if you don't know him, you can probably tell as well.]
 
 
lucrezia ☩  borgia
[ Lucrezia is in one of the lounges! Sprawled on one of the sofas, fingers busy turning a pendent of gold in the shape of a sea-horse. There are no poems today, no joyful greetings, something is different. She looks more pensive than anything else but there is a shade of concern there as well as quiet annoyance.

When she speaks, her voice is devoid of any of it. Her eyes still focused on the sea-horse. ]


A riddle, Tranquility.

How to mourn for someone who does not deserve it?

If your duty demands it and you have no desire to - do all men need to be mourned for? Is it a a more grievous sin not to mourn than it is to speak false words of grievance?

[ a beat. ]

Perhaps I must fast again.

[ a moment later she puts down her necklace, smiles. ]

I would have a cup of wine with your answer, if any of you have some to spare. You will join me in the lounge.

[ and it is not a question. ]