[Simon's not exactly used to filming himself, but the video is still perfectly centered when he begins. He sits down, briefly returning to that old habit of making sure that his bangs are swept perfectly to one side before he starts to speak.]

[His orange jumpsuit hangs in the background. He’s wearing the generic ship one because it's cool. ...If you're Simon, it's cool.]

I've been aboard this spaceship for two days now. So far I've heard a lot of what to do and what not to do. But can anyone tell me why I was chosen?

[Simon glances about nervously, but his eyes are glossy with excitement when he looks back.]

I'd also like to know if there are any extraterrestrials on board. Like in Star Voyage 13.

[Yeah, he has the box set of 1 through 12 too.]

I-I mean you no harm, I've just always wanted to meet one.

[ when the feed comes on, the first thing you'll notice is a head of curly blonde hair, extremely messy, and a hand running through it. Annabeth's currently looking down at something, unable to look at the feed just yet. Probably in fear of not being able to keep her voice stable when she finally starts speaking. ]

If anyone has seen Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan or Wichita since the jump...can you just. Get them to contact me? Or come find me? Or tell me where you saw them? I'll have my device on me at all times, but for some reason I can't connect to Percy’s and Luke’s and I think it’s connecting to Wichita’s but she’s not answering and I don't know if it's just the ship or...

[ she trails off momentarily, needing that half a second to take a breath and drop her hand, lift her head to the feed. She looks exhausted, like she hasn't sleep in days (not since the jump) and a little on edge. Her eyes, normally a much lighter grey, have taken to something like a dark cloud. Like the chaos that comes with a thunder storm. Her jaw is set, determined, but there's something a little off about her. A little dark. ]

I also need to know if there is any way to know, for sure, when someone goes home, and isn't just lost on the ship. Not theories, but facts, if there is a way to check that kind of thing.

[ She swallows, hard, but continues – eyes never leaving the camera. ]

Also, I wanted to know what happens when you die. Here. On board. I'm not interested in ideas on the afterlife and all that [ she made the mistake already of asking people about their beliefs once before, not again ] but more so if you die, does your body remain here? And if you have more to do, back home, does that mean you never go back? Does your story just end, and your time both there and here is over?

I just…yeah.

[ there's a pause and then she nods, having said all she planned on saying, and she ends the feed. ]

 [ This is a fairly short video. Mostly, what you see is a dark-skinned teenager wearing a black shirt, hands hidden below the range of the device's video. He seems to be smirking a little. ]

Anyone got the munchies?

[ he holds up a pack of nacho-flavored doritos, one of the snack packs you get in variety packs at the store. ]

Looks like I got some cheetos, fritos and lays, too. Not coming free, though, I wanna trade for something else.

[ boyd likes chips but he's willing to see if he'll get any offers. if not, he tried. ]

[ the video begins with finch perched somewhere in what looks like the bar, blond hair pulled back in a short tail. he lifts a hand in a brief wave, mouth quirking in a small, almost startlingly charming smile. (maybe not so startling if you already know what he is.) ]

Uh. Hey, Tranquility. Figured it was a good time to-- [ a pause, expression taking on a faintly sheepish note as he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. welp. even if it's kind of necessary, it still feels strange, sometimes. ]

Well, anyway. Two things! [ he glances back at the feed, holding up his index and middle fingers, wiggling them. ] First thing's first, for those of you who're new this jump-- Hi. I'm Finch, and this is a personal ad. I'm the resident incubus, unless another one came with this crowd. Now what the hell does that mean for all of you, you ask. Well, I'm glad you're wondering, 'cause it means a couple of things.

[ he leans back a little, blowing a few strands of hair off his brow. ]

First of all, yeah, I really do fuck to eat. Which means that I'm always looking for people willing to go to bed with me once or twice a week. If you do volunteer, side effects are that I'm gonna' know exactly what you want in bed and how to give it to you, so if you're hiding shit, you may not be interested-- though who the fuck am I to judge what gets you off, right? Second-- you'll be pretty exhausted for a couple of hours afterward, but some sleep should fix that.

[ a shrug. ] So that's the first thing. The second, ah-- [ despite himself, he actually looks a little embarrassed at this. ] I was, uh, trying to go back to school before I was kidnapped, so. I dunno', if there are teachers or.. I just wanna' start studying again, you know? I also kinda' need a job. I was an assistant for a tattoo artist back home, but I pick shit up quick, so.. [ a vaguely uncomfortable glance, copper coloured eyes sliding away again. ] Let me know if you need some help with something, right? It's good for me to keep busy.

I have never been here before. I have no idea who any of you are right now.

Sorry

-Chell

[Private Text: Wheatley]

Not falling for your tricks again. Will punch you again if you try anything.

[ When the feed kicks up to life, a face can be seen for a split second; big, green eyes, freckles and a crown of golden hair.

A split second, then the girl screams and flees. But then someone else comes to view, a chameleon! Who gives all of you this impressed look and seems to try and coax the girl to come closer, pointing its tail to the device. She can be heard mumbling to herself out of view. ]

Well, it didn't explode. I don't know Pascal, they could be cannibals -

[ but eventually, she does come closer and picks up the device and then, you can finally see her. Green eyes, freckles and golden hair.

A lot of it, a silky trail of gold that seems to fill the room. You cannot see its end. ]

Well, Tranquility, the name is kind of an oxymoron aha, we've been here for two days now. Two days and a half really, oh mother will kill me, and actually, I simply -

It was my birthday! Just yesterday, ha! I was eighteen in space, I bet not many can say that. But the thing is I kiiiinda wasn't supposed to leave my tower and I really meant to only be gone for one day to finally make my dream come true for my birthday and I!

--- I'm here instead with all of you, possibly a dozen aliens and a ship that apparently tries to kill us all.

So now I'm eighteen and...two days. And I'm still here. In space.

Outer space,

[ and suddenly it seems to excite her. ]

I'm stuck on a possibly living ship in outer space, with men eating aliens and possibly ruffians for two whole days and I'm alive! Ha! Take that mother.

[ erm. ]

Well, anyway, my name's Rapunzel and this here is Pascal and what we really wanted to ask was, I know these jumps occur every month and I was just wondering if there is anything to wrap around my hair for the next jumps since if we're going to stay since who wouldn't want to stay on a men eating spaceship, it'll maybe become a bit of a problem to wash - whatever it was from my hair every month.

[ a pause and ]

Will we ever land on the moon?