[ The video clicks on to show Oxford - or at least his top half, bare shoulders and all, looking distinctly comfortable and lazy, reclining in a bed. Cambridge's bed, to be specific, as this is where has been spending the majority of his time since returning to the ship. Having kept a decidedly low profile, he has finally decided to be a little more sociable, and is being sociable in a preferred and characteristic style of mild exhibitionism. Spending too much time with Cambridge is clearly rubbing off on him. ]

Good day to you all abroad this fine vessel, [ he's smiling, ambiguously, though his voice is dripping with obvious sarcasm ] I hope you've all been experiencing relative amounts of peace recently, though I sincerely doubt it.

My name is John Buchanan, though some of you will already know me as Oxford - and those of you who don't, will, if you don't mind. Little preferences and all. Since arriving here initially with the first jump, I have now been deposited home twice and returned to the ship three times. [ He lifts his arm to show his tattoo, now showing the number 16 instead of its previous 5. ] It would be nice if I could stay in one place or the other, but apparently the ship is very temperamental over whether it likes me or not.

[ For a moment his gaze leaves the camera feed to look at something - someone - elsewhere in the room, meaningfully, before turning his attention back to his contribution to the network. ]

In any case, I hear that a few of my possessions have been passed on to others on the ship, which is, naturally, quite fair, given that I was gone. I'm not here to ask for them back, specifically, just hoping that perhaps we could share the items. Mr... [ he glances away, questioningly ] Yorke? I believe you have some of my books. If I could borrow back one or two of them at some point, I would be most grateful.

[ He thinks, for a moment. ]

Actually, I lied. I wouldn't mind taking my shirts back, Chapel, provided that you haven't defaced them in some way to match your questionable clothing style. As you can see, I'm a little lacking in the clothing department at the moment.

[ HEY CHAPEL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH NOT KNOWING OXFORD WHILE HE NAKEDLY LOUNGES IN CAMBRIDGE'S BED nope ]

Thank you very much for your time. I wish you all a pleasant day.

[ PRIVATE; filtered to TYKE. ]

I was wondering if you and I might have a word, at your earliest convenience. Face to face, preferably. I know you've been a little busy, and I wasn't quite in the right frame of mind after the jump to ask you.

[ Also Cambridge is nosy: "... I understand that you're trying to have a private conversation but I can see you, you know." ]

Yes, my dear, that's why I'm asking to meet her elsewhere.

( ooc; sorry to be that buttface who posts and runs
but i am posting and running
(or else this post would just NEVER HAPPEN)
g'night y'all ♥ )

Ladies and gentlemen of the Tranquility, good evening.

[From the video, you can see Albert is seated somewhere in the oxygen gardens, on a wide-open patch of grass. He looks somewhat contemplative.]

I have a-- a somewhat personal question to ask of you all, so don't feel compelled to answer if you don't wish to. [He seems to hesitate, and then he plunges ahead quickly, as if he must ask it before he loses courage.]

How many of you here believed yourselves to have passed away before you woke up in this place?

And-- for those of you who don't want to talk about something quite so morbid, maybe you could tell me what year, or what country, or planet you come from. I'd... really like to hear about other people's homes. As for me-- I'm from Paris, France, the year 5053.

I've also got some tea and plenty of cups to go around here in the garden, if you'd prefer to speak in person. I'd welcome the company, and the chance to meet all of you.