[Have a tired sounding Epsilon.] It seems to have quieted down.

Is it safe for people to leave their rooms now or are the damn monsters still out there? [Yea, as admittedly pathetic as it is, Epsilon chose this time to exercise some discretion when he saw the warnings to stick to his room. As proud as he might be, he's not getting himself killed. He knows he's a shitty fighter.]

[Locked to Delta]
You still alive out there?

[Okay, yea, he's actually worried about Delta, oddly enough. Not that he'd ever admit it.]

[ Peter's decided to show his face on film again, despite everything that's gone on the past week or so. Mostly he looks tired, eyes blood shot, moderately banged up. And then there's the fact that he looks immensely annoyed. ]

So-- question for everyone. Everyone who isn't busy trying to get better in the medbay. [ a brief moment of silence for those folks. ]

Humor me.

[ he folds his arms, gets down to business. ]

How many of you guys deal with this sort of thing on a daily basis back home? And by this sort of thing, I mean the monsters and the... whatever else they might have been. And if i'm calling them the wrong thing, go ahead and fill me in, i'd rather be an informed idiot than just an asshole.

Because me, personally? [ aaand his arms go uncrossed. which is to say, prepare for some intense gesticulation. use your imagination. ] I'm sort of caught somewhere in-between. Doesn't matter how many weird things happen, I still happen to think they're pretty damn weird. I'm just gonna have to go ahead and put some of the things i've seen into a category of absolute absurdity, but that? It sort of ranked up there with the worst of it.

And maybe what I want to know is, for the people who had to get used to this - y'know, those of you who weren't born into vampires and dinosaurs and bears, oh my - what the hell do you do to cope? Not to protect yourself, i'm not looking to take a class on self defense and deep breathing, but how do you relearn how to sleep at night? No pun intended. I sure as hell wasn't prepared to find monsters deciding the engineering department held answers to the universe. But I wasn't prepared for a chimera either, and I got past that one.

Do you all just get used to it? Or do we get better at pretending it doesn't actually matter?

Oh my goodness. I have no idea how any of you do it, but I am at the end of my rope!

[Dramatic? Maybe. But it's completely warranted, considering all the things she's been subjected to this month. Poor Effie. Her life is so hard.:c]

It's not enough that we've been taken here against our will, but we have to tiptoe around monsters and whatever else is hiding in the depths of this ship living in our midst. And all right, I've resigned myself to accepting it just like everyone else has to, but must they rob us of our sleep, too?

[She sniffs, completely appalled at the indignities they're forced to go through.] Do you know how difficult it is to keep to a beauty regimen in a place like this? It's hard enough without the proper supplies, but sleep is needed to retain one's good looks, and I've been severely lacking in it lately.

Anyway-- [She waves a hand, looking significantly calmer than she was just a moment ago.] --I just wanted to get that off my chest. We're all entitled to our complaints once in a while. After all, venting is necessary to keep an optimistic outlook on life.

[Effie makes a move to turn off her communicator but withdraws her hand at the last second. Sorry guys, you have to endure her for a few more minutes.]

Oh, one last thing. A week or so ago, the elevator unkindly brought me to a floor I certainly didn't want to go to, and I found this. [Attached is a file called wheel.jpeg.] I thought it might belong to someone, since it looks too strange to simply be a random object lying around. If it's yours, please take it off my hands. It's taking up space in my room. Thank you!