Transmission: 5. Filter: Open. Encryption: None. [VIDEO]

[ex_sorted385]

[ The video feed shows Toshiko at her Comms station, looking exactly like every other resident of the ship who has gone for days without a decent night's sleep or a shower. Yes, she is still on duty. ]

Nice to finally have the lights and heat back, isn't it? I'd like to ask everyone a favor. If you happen to stumble across a little piece of equipment like this- [ She holds up a small, crude bundle of circuitry and metal ] -don't panic. It's just left from an attempt we made at tracking the source of those sounds we all heard over the network. A failed attempt, unfortunately, but you can't fault us for trying. In fact, if you find one, we'd be grateful if you'd drop it back by Communications for us.

And by the way, I'm seeing chatter about some changes to our decor. Do I even want to ask?


[OOC: Action for Comms folk is open, network only for everyone else until after Isaac has a chance to make her go back to her room. ]

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[ex_sorted385]

Hullo, Jack. You know how we are, just plotting mischief behind your back.

All right?

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[coffeeking]

Which means we're in top shape and top form. Watch out.

We do have an interesting development though, if you're up to it. It can wait, if you're not.

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[51stcentury]

[He's tired, but not too tired that he'll pass on new information. Not when he knows what a risk that could be] No, I'm fine. [Well, sort of] On my way back now.

Interesting development?

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[coffeeking]

There are... There are masks on all the doors. I think they were made for us.

[He isn't even sure why or how he knows that. Like it's instinctive.]

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[51stcentury]

Masks? [Okay, what now?] What kind of masks?

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[coffeeking]

Mine is... green. With horns and wings on the sides. I don't know how, but I can tell it's supposed to be mine. [He sounds a little distant as he tries to describe it. Once he tears his attention away, he brushes it off, and his voice is normal again.]

I'm guessing the other one is yours. It's just a gas mask.

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[51stcentury]

[...shit]

A gas mask. Are you sure? [He's trying hard not to sound shaken about this]

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[coffeeking]

Yes. Why? What does that mean?

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[51stcentury]

I don't know, it could be nothing.

[Ever the sharer, Jack is.]

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[coffeeking]

[Yes, because we react like that to nothing.]

Jack. Is this one of those, "I know exactly what that might be, but I'm not going to share because I'd rather be wrong," situations? I will assume, based on your complete lack of information, that I shouldn't touch it.