[Eponine's holding the video upside down. Not that she's aware of that. Actually, she's only just managed to get the thing on and working without a barrage of messages about jumps and vampires and some sort of Smiley. Coupled with men who claim to be dead, no matter how nice they might be, and a woman who hands out silk shifts as if they were dresses - and food - Eponine's just a little bit overwhelmed.]

I cannot be dreaming. It has gone on too long - it is too lovely to be a dream. And it feels too real to be in my mind. But... but only, how can it be true? How can any of this be true? Such things where we can see one another when we are not face to face? And... and the man speaking of a vampire and blood - how can it be? Is it magic? Is magic real?

[Alex hasn't exactly been the best at sleeping since -- well, since before his brother died, really. There's his time in the hospital where they had him knocked out on medications, but he honestly has a hard time remembering any of that. Too busy living in his own little world, mostly. Since Silent Hill? He's not a fan of sleeping, period; having a few hours is good enough, and if Heather ever poked him in the direction of sleeping pills he'd have to pass on that for a number of reasons that's hard to really talk about, even with her. He's not too proud of his stint with psychosis.

But talking in general is getting easier (and maybe he should hit up that Irene chick for her heart-to-heart she asked for; maybe he will). Just like... sleeping has. In fact, he wakes up ten hours later with his eyes practically glued shut and has to roll himself out of a dreamy lounge. The dreams were good -- Josh alive and not cold and blue-lipped, Elle hugging him and inviting him out to the lake -- Murphy and Heather, acting as if nothing bad had ever gone wrong in their lives, meeting him for dinner somewhere. He dreams about living here in the ship, happy, content. Dreams that Josh would come here like so many of the dead do, and he could apologize and pray he'd forgive, and they'd get to try again. And he'd do it right this time.

Just... good things. Good -- no, great things. Even with his contentment in staying on this ship, if only for the family he's made... he hasn't been this fucking happy in a long time. Asleep, anyway.

Alex just can't bring himself to think good things just happen here. Not four for four. 

A borderline disgruntled voice comes through in an entry, belonging to a scowling face.]


Okay... ever since the jump, my sleep has been really great, and I've been having good dreams that I've never had before -- no signs of monsters or creepy shadows or... crappy life issues or anything that I usually have to work with; it's all really damn calming and I actually like all of it. Hell, I've been sleeping more than I ever have since coming on board. Since before that, even.


[.....]


Something's not right here.

[Right, okay. She can do this. It's just a piece of technology and Jenny's good with that. The video clicks on to show a young woman with bright blond hair pulled into a ponytail and a plain olive green shirt. This particular girl is standing near a window in the shuttle bay. When she speaks it's with a decidedly British accent - for those that even know what that means.]

Hello, I'm Jenny. [She gives everyone a smile before turning her attention to more serious matters.]

This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I set out to explore the universe. If I'd wanted to be stuck somewhere I would have stayed on Messaline. Out of the tunnels and into the hallways isn't much of a change. What do you people do here for fun besides get creepy things in your locker?

Does anyone know if people's ships show up here? I don't exactly know what happened to my escape shuttle so if it turns up let me know. I'd like it back, it's something I borrowed. [Borrowed she says with a bit of amusement. Who knows when she'll get the chance to return it.]

Seems my dad might've been here at one point. [Not that Jenny recognized the face to go with the name. Technically it isn't really even a name.] Can't say I'm surprised, he does travel a lot. So if any of you know the Doctor, I'd like to meet you.

[Okay, now she's done.]

Right, thanks.