"Krrrsch kaaaa!! Don't do it, Miss Reika!"

"I can't leave him! I must protect my friend...!"

"Miss Reika, noooo!"

[The screen turns a little, flops on its side as he forgets what he was gonna do with it; Netherland's little wooden toys are lined up, action figures the man has slowly been giving (yes giving, everyone clap for him) to Takeshi since Takeshi's last post on the network. 'Miss Reika' has knocked over some old cans and a wooden dragon figure, and Takeshi purses his lips.]

"Miss Reika, you're really brave! You beat the monster!"

[OH RIGHT. The feed shifts and for a moment it looks like it might just be turned off, but then there's suddenly this kid on the screen, smiling and in the best of spirits after the jump. Sure, there's a sick feeling, but it goes away quick enough.]

I'm alive!! I forgot to say.

I met lots of new friends when I got lost in the hallway with the monsters... Now there's lots of other new people... Um, hi! I'm Takeshi. And I'm five, I think. My friend said I can be five if I want to... [He rubs his nose, focused down at his toys.] These're made... Mr. Ned made them for me, because I never had cool--cool toys before. Does anyone like to play?



Oh!! Uh--if you can fix shirts, I have a sweater, and it's broke, and if you can stitch it like this-- [HE MOTIONS THREADING. IN CASE Y'ALL DON'T GET THIS SHIT.] Then I can give you... I don't have anything to give you... But I can figure something out; I really like my sweater...

[The feed actually seems to be done with, but then very suddenly, he remembers something he was gonna say:]

If you were in the hallway with the monsters, tell me you're safe! The rats tried to bite me. They were baaad.

[If y'all need him, he'll be stealing cans and stuff to set up a cool scene for his toys, thanks.]

((ooc: because having an action log might be overkill, action spam is totally a-ok with me on this post, if you'd like 'em to hang out :^|b))

[ Azari, uh, may be glowing. Just faintly, but still. His "tattoos" are a faint blue, the glow obviously slightly removed from his skin since you can see the glow from the markings under his clothes hovering OVER his clothes. It's nerves. Shhhhh. ]

Hello, everyone who has made it through the most recent jump. I hope everyone's... well, I hope you're all okay.

For those of you who don't know, my name is Azari, and I am an Avenger. We're a team of people on the ship who are dedicated to helping protect the rest of you in whatever way we can - many of us are skilled in combat or have abilities most people do not. We hope to be people that you can rely on in times of danger and crisis.

I don't know how many of you are aware, but James Rogers, the former leader of the Avengers on this ship, is no longer here. Don't worry, the rest of us are still here and plan to continue helping in any way we can. If you have any questions or concerns, you can bring them to me or to Francis Barton. Thank you for your time.

[locked to Tranq's Avengers team; Anthony's encryption]

Uh, so, I don't really know what we're doing leadership-wise without James here. We should probably discuss that.

I know Francis has joined the security team, and I'm in training with the flight team. If you guys can help out any crew department in your spare time, that's probably a good way to get them to respect us as at least being willing to work and help when we're needed.

[ sigh ] I wish James were still here. But he's not, so we just gotta keep moving. Who all is still around? Have we lost anyone else?

[This is a woman who has not appeared on your screens, as yet, ship. But she's not new, exactly... You may have seen the red-head somewhere, around, probably in the background. But now, it seems, she is drawing attention to herself, with a small smile.]

I had hoped there had been a clerical error, on the universal scale, and I would find myself sent home--to any place I call home--when the ship next jumped, but this does not seem to have been the case.

Therefore, I suppose the only sensible thing would be to stop skulking around, and introduce myself. I'm Cordelia Vorkosigan. And if I'm to be... [she skirts around the word 'stuck'] here on-board with everyone, I ought to make myself useful. I have experience in five-space astronavigation, some areas of the natural sciences, and, well... we'll say, a good listening ear. If you need someone to talk to.

How can I help?