[Nomi's had a couple of days to adjust and play around with her new communicator, but hasn't taken the time to do any sort of broadcast. Better to know the ins and outs of a new device before addressing it, since there was no sense in making a fool of herself. The entire affair is somewhat disorienting, but then she's been in worse straights. At least there's decent food, and showers. Much better than with the Krath. Why, she didn't even have her hands tied.

But now? Time to talk, figure out just who the other Jedi on the ship are. The ones she hasn't met yet, anyway. Those presences in the Force stand out like bright spots, after all, and if they're anywhere near as interesting as Master Jinn and Nymta then she's in for a real treat. Of course, there's also the matter of greeting the other people. No reason to exclude potential friends and allies, right?]

Greetings to you all.

I'm somewhat unfamiliar with protocol here, so forgive me if I misstep. My name is Nomi Sunrider, and I understand that that there are a number of fellow Jedi aboard this ship. If it's possible, I would very much like to speak with you. I've quite a number of questions and I feel it would be in our best interests to open lines of communication. As I've learned already...time seems rather fluid here, so if you require proof of my identity I will not take it amiss.

Now. With that bit of business out of the way...[Nomi smiles warmly at the camera, figuring a light topic would be best for the moment.] There are a number of other realities represented here, it seems, and that makes me wonder...just what is the music like where you are from? The audio files I've managed to access here feel...odd. Not bad, but certainly not my tastes. If anyone might be willing to share I have a few files stored in my personal datacron I could offer in exchange.

Also, is there anywhere I could find Jawa Juice on this ship?

[ anderson has come to terms with her presence here in as much as she can. there's a minimum level of information she's gathered from the guide, the network, peoples' minds. accept that which you cannot change, prioritize, move on; those are the principles she's been operating on for the time being.

so she faces the screen now, expression and voice even. ] We’re all from different worlds. I know that there are different justice systems in many of them. [ there’s a brief pause, a swallow. the hall of justice has been her home for a long time, being a judge is what she’s always wanted. the role of judges in her world is important, it’s necessary. she doesn’t want to see their reputation sullied by a comparison, but she wants to know this. ] Tell me about them?


[ ooc; annd a permission post for her too! ]

So our new friend number nineteen there, Joe, says he might recognize the stars out here if we can get 'im a view of the sky. I know there's a bunch a' you here with some unusual abilities - anyone got somethin' to let him see outta the ship?

[He chuckles quietly, then:]

Or hell, if anyone wants to go knock on the door to the bridge an' see if anyone's home, maybe Ward'll be so happy to see his new guest from Pasiphae he'll be willin' to make a deal.

[ Caboose is extremely frustrated by the time the feed comes on; A large pout spread across his face. ]

Someone please tell me where to find a biscuit. [ That sounded much more like a demand than a request. That also wasn't a very polite way to introduce himself to the network either. Miraculously, he realized that all by himself. So let's try that again with a disturbingly sincere change in attitude. ]



My name is Caboose! And I am looking for a biscuit. You know. The toasty kind. With gooey jelly. And then you try to make a second one, but it never comes out like the one you made right before it and then you get kind of sad. You make more and you feel worse each time... That kind!

If anyone knows where to find some biscuits, please leave a message after the beep telling me where they are. Thank you! Beep!

[ That didn't work. It didn't stop. He doesn't notice. ]

Soooo... hey. I'm Sam. You guys probably met me before - I've lost a few years, and, uh. I guess I don't remember the last few trips here. So if anybody'd like to fill me in about - whatever the hell I did around here, I'd love to refresh my memory.

[Not that he could, either way. He's a babyface (who still looks a bit like he got into a barfight).]

Actually, I wanted to ask - anybody got any useful books? Outside of this place, I mean. Anything with actual - information. Nonfiction stuff, old age books, whatever.
 
[It's been about a week since Sam got aboard the ship, and really, he's mostly been trying to find anything to occupy his time in the library. Yeah, yeah, he's a nerd or whatever; Dean's probably said anything you could say about his bookworm stuff. But he's not too content with the selection, and as he's scanning through the holographic consoles; the green-glow plays off his face as he sighs, leaning back to talk to the comm. Hi everyone, I'm a moose, how's it going.]

 I'm not really finding anything remotely helpful here - not much of a surprise, considering everything else I've read on the network about this place... [He squints up at the hologram, shaking his head.] A ship like this without anything helpful in the library? I guess everyone's pretty much already guessed something got rid of anything important here. Now all you've got is...

[what the hell is this - he half-laughs, throughly amused and repulsed as he reads the passage aloud]

"Captain Haroldo set his phasers to love as the exotic alien princess ran her hands down his glistening abs..."

[He trails off, and whatever he reads in his head after that is clearly beautiful enough to make him laugh aloud.]



Dude, gross. Look, Dean, this stuff was practically made for you. 

[:)))))]

[Not much later, he includes a quick little encryption - it was kinda interesting, to mess with. Go technology. More importantly... there's someone he wants to - meet? Re-meet? He's not even sure what to call it, but he knows that it's better to have a chat sooner than later.]

[To Jo Harvelle // Encrypted 50%]

Hey, uh... I hope I'm doing this right.

Jo?

[the feed turns on and chuck is briefly out of frame for a moment as the view focuses on a collection of cup pies sitting on the kitchen counter in a variety of flavors before it turns back to her]

Been a while since I made these but they look good, right? [she just smiles, looking fairly chipper as she continues talking] They're cup pies. Single serving of pie with a honey baked crust.

I have been working with the bees on the upper floors of the oxygen gardens for the last several jumps but just yesterday I was able to harvest most of their honey so I thought I'd put it to some good use.

Though between both these cup pies and the honey, I have quite a lot here actually so if anyone is interested? Just let me know or you can meet me in the kitchens on the fifth floor.