FOUR ( ᴛᴏʙɪᴀs ᴇᴀᴛᴏɴ )
08 June 2014 @ 03:16 am
Two questions:
What are the expectations here?
What positions are available for those who can work?


[ an exit is what tobias really wants but a perfunctory search could have told him escape is impossible — and he scoured every relevant link, every post about the ship's life he could find.

he'll settle for knowing where the needs of the ship lie.
]
 
 
Ellie
08 June 2014 @ 08:38 am
[Unanon. Not that anyone will necessarily know to think 'Holy shit.']

Hey, good ol' buddies of the TQ. I need a doctor. So I guess if you're in medical raise your hand or something. Thanks.

[Click.]
 
 
Tiffany Aching
08 June 2014 @ 03:29 pm
[Technology is still something utterly new to Tiffany but she's starting to grasp it. Which is why you're suddenly getting a video of a sixteen year old girl in a witches hat. Which she straightens before getting on with it.]

My name is Tiffany Aching, and I'm looking for other witches.

I know we're all from other worlds and we're all possibly quite different, but I think it might be a good idea to meet up from time to time. Or at the very least know where the others are on this ship. 

[Filtered to Death (the other Death)]

You don't know me but I'm from the same world as someone you know. Do you mind if we met in the gardens to talk?
 
 
CTN 0452-9  ↯❝ cortana ❞
08 June 2014 @ 07:41 pm
[she's hoping that she sounds more "down to business" rather than "i'm just sitting with a bunch of stuff and i need to work out some of these emotions". though to be fair, she is really just sitting around with a bunch of stuff trying to work out some of her emotions.]

My name is Cortana, which I'm sure some of you know, but it doesn't hurt to make yourself known. I'm also Cortana that doesn't really have anything to do, so I'm proposing something. Bring me anything you find around the ship: scraps, wires, batteries, records, radios - anything.

If you do this, I'll owe you. Sometimes, you just need to practice your motor skills, right?

[she just sighs a little bit before running her hands through her hair.]

Contact me directly, or just drop things right at my door.

Thank you.
 
 
Hermione Jean Granger
08 June 2014 @ 07:56 pm
[Where does she even begin? Her head is spinning. One moment she was in the middle of Merlin knows where with Harry, crying over the loss of Ron and then...

She was in liquid with a tube shoved down her throat. Hermione rubs her neck and touches the number printed on her arm. Her tears have stopped - for the time being - but that's only because panic has set in.]


I - [Her throat is raw and she hides a cough against her hand.] My name is... [She probably shouldn't give that out.] Penelope Clearwater.

[That is an alias she once used at any rate.]

I haven't a clue where I am or why I was brought here.

[Nothing is familiar. Nothing feels like the Magical World or the Muggle World.]

Answers would be appreciated - if anyone has any to share - but if not, is there a library onboard? A place where information or...data...is kept? I don't mind doing some research for myself.

[It will distract her from losing both of her best friends in one day. As tears find their way into her eyes again, she wipes at them awkwardly.]