[ Pale and tired are words that describe Nathan perfectly today. Haunted would work too. He appears on the network with hollow eyes and a resigned attitude. Look closely, and the salt and pepper of gray hair is beginning to become visible in his too long sideburns. This. This is what I'm talking about. He needs some TLC.

Oh, and he's in a lousy ass mood. ]

Another month, another Jump. That means more surprises from the ship, both good and bad. [ He sounds like he's had both, but enough about that. ] I know you're still picking yourselves up, but I'd like to offer a reminder of the need for a cohesive, community centered approach to your stay here. You're carrying over a vendetta from home? Let it go. Prefer to live alone, surviving off your own means? It's not going to cut it here. Selfishness and arrogance get left at the door. This ship will kill you, we saw that just last month, didn't we? Any one of you people complaining about my hard line still want me to treat it with kid gloves, after what happened with the Cyllene?

My name is Nathan Petrelli, former Senator to the State of New York. I run the Communications department here. No, we don't have a government. We run this place like a ship, which means if you want to be anything more than a passenger it's best to join up with a department. Other than Communications, there's Security, Agriculture, Science, Gunnery, Flight Crew, Medical, Engineering--Pick one. I know, you don't wanna settle down, you just got here and it's a bit too much like admitting you don't want to try to escape. Might be I believe you if I weren't also addressing people who'd been here longer, and have no such excuse. Still here?

It's not a joke. I'm not fucking around. Let me make an example here: gunnery and the shuttle bay are running with a skeleton crew, and if they go, there won't be anyone around to teach newcomers how to defend the ship, or fly survivors out of here if the engines go critical or the walls start closing in. We've already been taken by surprise once, next time we might not be so fortunate as to outnumber the invaders. That means your survival may well depend on your willingness to pull your own weight.

[ And breathe. ]

Any constructive ideas people have about encouraging participation would be appreciated. I've considered the possibility that the less well equipped departments might instruct the crews of others how to do their jobs; that way in the worst case scenario we can transfer someone over to fill any empty places. That would all depend on willingness to participate from the other Department Heads, of course, so let me know where you all stand. I'm in, for the sake of argument--I'll be dredging up volunteers outta my own team first thing tomorrow.

Petrelli out.

[ when the feed first comes on, it’s just of jo, sitting at a bar that should be recognizable to anyone who has ventured into the space bar at all in the last couple of months. jo seems fairly relaxed, sitting at one of the bar stools with one leg crossed over the other, her elbow leaning on the counter. she’s watching something off to her side for a brief moment before she turns back to the feed and smiles. ]

Guess this would be a good time to say welcome to the Tranquility to all the newbies. It sucks, so get used to that. I’m Jo, and I help run the Space Bar. All the free alcohol you could ever want, thanks to the lockers.

[ Wichita’s been fussing with a few bottles behind the bar, back to the camera, mostly just rearranging them for no reason, like it matters what order they’re in or whatever. but maybe it does, because it’s not just Generic Shitty Space Booze anymore. like hey, check out the space bar, suddenly looking very legit. not that it’s all out in the open, no. they’re not dumb. her hands rest on her hips as she steps back to take a look, only vaguely aware that Jo’s been recording, but.. they did decide to make this little announcement, so. okay. she’ll turn around and give the comm a nod, even though she’s not sure that she’s even in the frame until she moves to stand next to Jo’s seat. her arms cross on the bar as she leans on it, shaking her bangs out of her face to give it a good looking-over, like she can see every single person that’s watching the feed right now. ]

I’m Wichita, and basically if you ever have plans of getting drunk somewhere that isn’t all alone in some depressingly boring part of the ship, we’re your new best friends. And don’t listen to anybody that tells you the booze sucks and music sucks, it’s not that bad. The booze we get each jump isn’t high-end Earth stuff, and the music is just- reminiscent of a much happier, weirder time.

[ … YOOOO I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT blares from the speakers and she doesn’t even flinch. ]

And for those of you who don’t know, last jump we took a little joyride over to a ship called the Cyllene. Got out before the ship went murderous, thank god, and didn’t leave empty handed. [ the grin on jo’s face is more than just a little cocky. they made bank from their pirating, after all, and by bank she means all the new bottles plus some unopened boxes behind the bar. ] This shit ain’t free, though. [ she turns it back around to face her and wichita, back to business. ] We’re up for trades, favors, and manual labor of the shirtless-and-attractive variety.

[ Wichita snorts a laugh and nods ] Seconding the shirtless-and-attractive variety. Though if you want, you’re free to harass the current bartenders for shirtless-and-attractive service too. [ a beat ] Not us, but the guys. [ trollololol ]

Oh- [ jo takes the communicator back, turning back to her. ] And just to throw it out there, if anyone has any REO Speedwagon- CDs or iPods or whatever- I’ll do anything short of… [ she trails off, thinking, before shaking her head. ] Actually, no, I’ll do just about anything for some Kevin Cronin. So if you have some- trade?

Crappy alcohol is all still free. As is the incredible service and a chance to not be totally antisocial. But ask for Jo or Wichita if you want any of the good stuff. And- [ jo’s eyes will suddenly get very dark and very intimidating. ] if anyone even tries to touch our loot, you’ll wish you didn’t.

[ and then she just smiles, all threatening looks gone. ] See y’all later, then. [ have a two-fingered salute, a peace sign from wichita, and then the feed ends. ]




[ ooc: it's pretty obvious, but just in case, wichita is in navy and jo's in black, and both are open to respond to this post! we're also going to be putting up an open log for the space bar! ]