"Judging by some of the numbers, it's been twenty-five jumps so far. Have lived on the Tranquility for over two years now."

[Rey stops and considers this. She's met a lot of people, and seen a lot of people go. In fact, she's not even sure how many of the 001's are left on the ship, and is reluctant to find out.

[Why am I here.]

"Suppose after that long, it would count as a residency here. Am also a century old now, evidently." [But hurr, what are birthdays? And does it even count when she doesn't know what month it currently is?] "Feels much longer after having so many people in my head."

[Unfortunately she isn't just talking about the empathy of other people, though.]

[ the camera comes on to show guinevere in the gardens, who, even after so much time on the ship still looks a little ill at ease on camera. it could be the technology or perhaps she's just modest and what she's about to do may seem otherwise, in a way. Biting her lip for a moment, she quickly gathers her words to speak--]

I know that there are many that are... not used to the clothing that ship may provide us. [wait, she's going to scramble not to insult anyone] Not that it is poorly made or unseemly, only that-- [ she lets out a breath, reminding herself to take a breath and that having a task is better than sitting around doing nothing.] What I mean to say is, I wish again to offer my services as a seamstress to any who would require new clothing or clothing that is better suited to what they are accustomed.  I have many fabrics to work with or I can alter clothing you already have.

[ she offers a gentle smile before she seems to remember--] Oh, and my name is Gwen, if you wish to contact me.

I knew it.

[ hyde's got his sunglasses on, but even those don't conceal the suspicious squint he's sporting. when he speaks the tone is all excitement, words tumbling out in a rush. his hair still damp, and there’s the faint suggestion of smoke as he gestures. in the background someone’s moving around, though hyde doesn’t turn to watch. a shirt flies past his head and lands on the bed behind him. ]

This is a government experiment, isn't it?I knew it, I knew these existed, and no one ever believed it! I knew NASA was a front, exploration my ass, they're using space just for this mental shit, aren't they? Did you stick a tracking device up my ass when you tattooed me, huh? Huh?

[ there's a pause, the first stirrings of uncertainty, maybe fear. when hyde takes a pause, it’s the first time the person in the background becomes visible, finally fully dressed and tired of hunting for a blowdryer, to see who he happens to be talking to. she leans over his shoulder, eyes widening immediately and a loud gasp following ]

Oh my god, Steven! There’s people in there! [ her nose wrinkles a second later] And they’re so weird looking.

Wait your turn, Jackie! I’m trying to make a point. The future’s full of government stooges, whatever, we’ve got to document it. [ for all his obvious irritation, he doesn’t flinch away when she puts her hand on his shoulder, leans in close to look. ] Hey, who's in charge here? Is this transmitting? Hello? Why even give me this thing if you're not gonna answer me?

[ ooc | the blue font is jackie burkhart! ]

[Armin's looked better -- his hair is a snarly mess, there are dark shadows under his eyes and there are literally stacks and stacks of datapads around him. But he seems pretty content, in his element, even, making notes on one of the datapads -- he can adjust! He can learn how to technology! -- and adjusting the communicator (probably perched on one of the stacks) with his free hand.

Then he'll look up, set down the data pad, then hold his hands about eighteen inches apart.]

Grappling hook.

[...that's all he says. Apparently he figures anyone who can help him will start with inquiring further. He nods, once, smiling, then returning to his note-taking. After a moment, he remembers the communicator is still on, reaching out without looking up and switching it off.]