So, now that the crisis is averted? I'd just like to say that two people should have listened to me— I wouldn't be gauche enough to name them— [ yeah because this post is classy and not smug at all— ] but I'd say they know who they are.

[ he dressed up for this; the devore is pressed into as crisp lines as he can get it and his hat looks jaunty if he does say so himself. and he does, because being so much more right than petrelli is a damn good reason to be jaunty.

and since there's no need to waste a chance for a little pr, even among rampant douchery: ]

—and welcome to our usual crop of newcomers and offer my bootlegging services, of course, but largely just say "I told you so."

[ a beat, and a flourishing gesture with his hat for emphasis. ]

Publicly.

[ because of maturity you see.

speaking of maturity on that note mic drop, caffrey out ]

[ the connection turns on, abruptly and out of focus. the video is turned down at the floor but then it's up, whirling around in blurs of colors from her room before settling on teresa's face. her gaze is wide and worn, she looks tired. her neck is strained as if swallowing is difficult. ]

Okay. Tell me it's not just me. I'm seeing numbers — I mean, I was — like scratched into the wall. At first I thought they were just letters, but I think they could've been Roman numerals. Fifty-six. Or something. I couldn't look at it very long, I couldn't even record it. I — ugh!

Is anyone else seeing this? It's driving me crazy, I swear they were there. Someone better not be messing with me.

[ she's trying to work this out logically (find a code), like everything else since she arrived, but she's reaching a tipping point. ]

I don't know what it means. But if you're seeing the same thing, tell me. Maybe we can work it out. It's just —

[ she holds the communicator tightly in one hand, raking her black hair back with the other as she looks off into the corner of her room. the damage is still there, reminding her. ]

Well, the good news is my room isn't a freezer anymore.

[As per usual, 'to the point' is the name of the game:]

Scuttlebutt travels fast so I'm not going to bother with the 'Good news, everyone, we're all alive' part, but I will follow up on my previous report. Fifteen minutes prior to the jump, the doors on the bridge opened on their own and the words 'time to go' in red appeared over the door. From what I can determine, the message was apparently visible to all sixteen people present at the time.

I can't say if Smiley was responsible for sealing us on the bridge in the first place, but I suspect it was involved with getting us out. If the hallucinations are something triggered by the nanotech [--because that seems more likely than everyone going the same kind of crazy at the same time, current anomalies included--], it seems like a given that the two are somehow networked. I can't speak for everyone else, but the appearance of the writing was consistent with some of the other things I saw while on the bridge.

[A beat.]

If anyone has additional information on Smiley that isn't readily available on the comm, I'd appreciate a debrief.

Hello again.

[ Elizabeth takes her time because she's made some sort of EXITING DISCOVERY she actually understands...kinda. ]

I didn't think I would be using this thing so soon, but I couldn't help to notice that- well... it would seem the Engineering room is in a constant state of flux, as if the different realities in which it exists or might exist are constantly intersecting with each other. It's very interesting to look at, but also dangerous. Not that we can enter anyway.

[ She actually manages to sound sad about being locked out of the ever changing room, yes. ]

Plus the sightings of numbers aren't all that different of how patches of other worlds seeped through Tears in my world- but then I guess I would need to explain what was happening in my world...

[ Oh no this is getting awkward. ]

At any rate, I was wondering if anyone had any more insight into this, and if there are more people knowledgeable about time and space travel. Not the sort of a ship cruising the outer space, but actual transportation through dimensions. I have been trying to find the Lutece siblings but, well, they aren't easy to find unless they wish to be found.

[The face of a man appears on the video feed, caught somewhere between serious and plainly stoic. It's obvious he's given thought to his words before he even turned his device on, as he begins to speak almost immediately, each sentence quite deliberate in its delivery.]

Good evening, residents of the Tranquility. My name is Yuri Petrov, and I am a new "arrival" to this vessel. [You may or may not hear the airquotes. This seems to be the only time his irritation towards this whole situation spikes, as he simply continues undeterred.] I served as a judge in the city of Sternbild, and though some of you may be familiar with the name, I suspect most of you are not. If you do happen to fall within the former category, I would appreciate it if you contacted me as soon as possible.

[With that out of the way, he takes a breath and continues.]

Regardless, I have taken a couple of days to orient myself to my new surroundings, and I feel as if becoming more useful to those around me is an obligation on my part. As such, I would appreciate it if those listening to this broadcast would point me in the direction in which my skills would be the most helpful to others. I am highly organized and a critical thinker, with a background in law -- though I understand that the latter may be nothing more than a lost art here. Yet in terms of more mundane tasks, I have an inordinate amount of experience dealing with both people and paperwork on a professional level.

Any suggestions would be appreciated; and any requests for clarification will be attended to as soon as I am able.


((ooc; a note to anyone who ran across Yuri in the jump log, before he reached his lockers: his scar is no longer visible in this video post! just fyi))

[Sam lasted approximately 3.8 days resting in a bed after getting sort of kind of stabbed in the back (well, at home, then it sort of... followed him here). He's mostly healed thanks to the powers that be and Castiel, but he's still slow on his feet, all sore and stitched up and sort of exhausted from losing most of the blood in his body (or whatever Dean would claim he lost; he thinks it's not that bad anymore, so whatever). He sort of rests himself in the garden with his network comm, wincing a little to get comfortable against some old gnarled tree trunk.

He wants to get his mind off home. Dad's dead — dead dead, not coming back, no hope of fixing that — and he's got demon blood pumping inside his veins, and Ava and Andy and so many other kids are dead by now... And Sam is pretty sure he's dying back home, regardless of how his conversation with his brother goes. Basically, life sucks, it's a shitfest, and we're all gonna die eventually. But hey, he tries to keep the topic light and his faith a little high.]

Well, everyone from the bridge — I'm glad you're all okay. That was a terrible idea, but. I'm glad anyway. [And he is. His voice is light when he says that.] We'd rather want you guys all alive and kicking, y'know, even if I get why you guys took that risk. I mean, where I'm from? That sort of thing is something I deal with a lot, so... I'm not about to wag any fingers. But did anything in particular happen in there that would be good to note for the future? I know everyone just about tore their own arms off trying to get the doors to open from the outside; how was the inside, though? Any sort of visions, ill omens? Possibly changes in the setting that might imply something spiritual or omnipresent there with you? There were a few distorted voice and video posts, and I'm sure it's been brought up, but humor me.

[It's important to note these kinds of things.]

The ship seems to be warping itself a lot lately, so I figured best to ask. Like — the numbers. I don't know the implication or importance of them, but I know some of you've been talking about them... and the masks are a new thing for me, technically. I wasn't around for that, so I guess there's none to worry about for the newer arrivals, but I've heard it wasn't exactly rainbows and candy canes, though.

The mirrors were freaking out the last time I checked, the previous jump; on the bright side, I'm 100% sure that it's not Bloody Mary. Already had a hell of a time dealing with that particular ghost. [but we did it cuz winchesters. savin ppl. hunting thangs. family bidness. He shrugs. Where was he going with this before he got distracted by old cases? He must be getting too used to this place if he's okay with chatting about them to begin with. Then again, nothing wrong with admitting you deal with vengeful spirits on occasion in a place full of supernatural issues. It's when you admit you kill vamps and werewolves on a ship full of them that's a problem.... Anyway...] I don't know. It just seems like little things are building up. We're getting more information, sometimes literally through someone else's point of view in memories - but I get the feeling it's not gonna continue on like this without something big happening.

[For anyone interested in Offline. threads, Sam will be resting in the gardens; he's been sleeping a little more until he feels more up to speed, or will otherwise be combing his father's journal and some of the books he'd received from home to see if there's anything on 'haunted mirrors'. Just because they dealt with Bloody Mary doesn't mean this is the same kind of application of lore. He'll probably just end up nodding off here for a while until he's energized enough to drag himself back to his room. Maaaaybe he should be resting there. Whatever, hunter thug, don't need no sleep.

Library it is. Maybe he can find an e-book with anyyyy information on numbers and the importance of numbers in cultures from this universe. Chances are he'll find squat he can apply to the numbers on the walls, but it's better than having to sit still for a full week or something. And then maybe go to the med bay and make sure his nasty little row of sutures are doing okay. Hygiene is important mkay. Though he might be hobbling along like an old man until his back feels better. What a loser.]

[The image on screen screams witch. And old woman with grey hair in a stern bun. Dressed in black. Including her hat. Her pointy hat. She also doesn't look terribly pleased, though anyone who has been on the ship long enough is probably used to that.]

Seems we get more 'n' more magic usin' folk every jump. Likely start trippin' over each other if we ain't careful.

Never really held much with covens and the like. But they got their uses fer keepin' track of what everyone else is doin'.

[By which she of course means she can keep track of everyone else's business.]

Worth gettin' together with tea and the like. Make sure there ain't cross spells goin' that'll tear a hole in everythin'.