[When the feed opens, Taylor isn't in the SEC offices. She's in one of the holodecks, recognisable from the walls behind her.]

My name's Tyke, I'm head of Security here. Petrelli's already told you all how thin on the ground the departments are getting, so I won't repeat - you've got any combat or policing experience, you want in the Security department, contact me or Edgeworth for recruitment.

Thing is we're thin on the ground all the way. Thirty-three floors housing approximately two-hundred bodies. We're scattered. It makes us vulnerable. Blind spots for this place to use when it wants to fuck with us.

[Like randomly luring people out into the dark. That had been too easy, even with so many of the contacting other people.]

We're moving to consolidate population before the next jump. Bottom ten floors, more than enough room for everyone. Find an empty room, lock it to your nanites, it's yours. You need a hand moving your shit, my team'll help. This is gonna take the strain off Agriculture's supply runs, our security patrols, and let everyone look out for each other. It'll keep us stronger. Safer.

[She sounds determined, steady about it. This is what they need to do. Should have done months ago, when Jenna had first suggested it. Regrets on that aren't going to help, though, and she looks away, tips her head slightly.]

Meantime, figured some of us might wanna let out some frustrations. [There's a very faint smile in the corner of her mouth, and it fades quickly.] Fight club, Holodeck 3. Same rules as always: no weapons, hand-to-hand only, no abilities unless agreed upon by both fighters. Someone taps out or goes unconscious, fight is over. Spectators welcome.

[[ooc: accompanying mingle/fight log over here! ]]

[[ETA: and a spreadsheet for claiming a new room! You can't unclaim your original room and please be reasonable with how many you take!]]

[There's a few seconds of muffled silence before Norman speaks, addressing anyone and everyone who's willing to get involved in the idea that's been mulling around in his head.]

Hello, this is Age-

[No, not agent anymore. Damn that's hard to get used to.]

This is Nahman Jayden. I've been on the security team for a while now, and it's got me thinking we need a way to identify people other than the numbers written on our arms. A better way to organize things. With that said, I'll be conducting fingerprint and DNA scans of anyone who's willing to submit.

[He pauses, realizing people might not see what he's getting at with this whole idea.]

That way, if somebody goes missing or some kind of unexpected tragedy happens [ which is, let's face it, very likely] it'll be a lot easier to locate them and figure things out. Basically what I'm hoping for is to better ensure the safety of all the people who have to live on this ship, during their time here.

[With his point made, he really has nothing else to say.]

Alright. If anyone feels like being a part of this, I'll be around.