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009 video; PSA
[ Nathan (the hotter one) appears in the video feed looking, despite the last month, surprisingly better. There's exasperation in his tone, but warmth in his eyes. It's nice to have things vaguely back to normal. There is a long pause before he speaks. ]
To newcomers I would like to say welcome, to those of you who spent the last month sleeping while we were working our asses off out here, welcome back. Time for an update: as you may have heard, many of you have spent the duration of jump thirteen in the stasis pods. We are presently on jump fourteen, and spent the last thirty days with a malfunctioning network. Though certain childish individuals may want to make light of our situation, I feel myself tasked to inform you that Comms was not responsible for bringing the network back online, nor are any of us responsible for any of you waking up, though there was some discussion as to whether or not it was safe to enter the stasis pods at all.
Just last week we received a message through the emergency network. Now most of you will know that I'm not one to spread hysteria, and I'd appreciate it if any speculation on the matter was discreet, with attention to the fact that we are all confined here no matter our fears. We are stronger together. As usual, I would like to remind everyone not to go wandering off into unexplored corners of the ship, unlike certain people.
[ Now for a second Nathan just rubs at his eyes. The mask drops, and it's clear underneath it he's exhausted, but he slips back into his serious face before he speaks again. ]
Comms is down to almost nobody again. We need help down here, so if you feel like you could maybe lend a hand, report to 001. You'll find a sign up sheet on the door, that's how desperate things have gotten. People with skills in computers are the most useful down here, whether you were a hacker or created Facebook, whatever. But you know what? I didn't have a lick of skill with the things when I got here, and now I'm quite capable. If you want to learn something new, want to make your own encryptions or just spent a month or two getting to know the ship more intimately, then just show up.
In regard to learning something new, we've also once again lost our proposed teacher, so I'm drawing the line under all the debate over it. Starting tomorrow, and therefore three days of every week, I'll be running classes for kids under fifteen. We'll meet in the chapel in the oxygen gardens at 10am, and work things out from there. If anyone wants to offer their expertise, show up at the same time, interact with the kids, and we'll see how it goes from there.
So let me say that again: If you're under fifteen, you have the option of coming to classes three days a week. We'll be working on life skills, visiting the different areas of the ship, learning how to use the communicators, maybe even talking about self defense--and anything else you guys want to learn about.
Alright. I got one more question. [ A pause. ] Pet food. Who makes it?
[ Nathan disappears for a moment, but a second later he makes a quick addendum to this post. ]
Just reminding people that we have an electronic message board here that lets people know what's going on around here. I also, during the last month, had an opportunity to put a memorial book down in the chapel for people to leave messages to those who've been and gone. Feel free to fill either out if you have something to add.
To newcomers I would like to say welcome, to those of you who spent the last month sleeping while we were working our asses off out here, welcome back. Time for an update: as you may have heard, many of you have spent the duration of jump thirteen in the stasis pods. We are presently on jump fourteen, and spent the last thirty days with a malfunctioning network. Though certain childish individuals may want to make light of our situation, I feel myself tasked to inform you that Comms was not responsible for bringing the network back online, nor are any of us responsible for any of you waking up, though there was some discussion as to whether or not it was safe to enter the stasis pods at all.
Just last week we received a message through the emergency network. Now most of you will know that I'm not one to spread hysteria, and I'd appreciate it if any speculation on the matter was discreet, with attention to the fact that we are all confined here no matter our fears. We are stronger together. As usual, I would like to remind everyone not to go wandering off into unexplored corners of the ship, unlike certain people.
[ Now for a second Nathan just rubs at his eyes. The mask drops, and it's clear underneath it he's exhausted, but he slips back into his serious face before he speaks again. ]
Comms is down to almost nobody again. We need help down here, so if you feel like you could maybe lend a hand, report to 001. You'll find a sign up sheet on the door, that's how desperate things have gotten. People with skills in computers are the most useful down here, whether you were a hacker or created Facebook, whatever. But you know what? I didn't have a lick of skill with the things when I got here, and now I'm quite capable. If you want to learn something new, want to make your own encryptions or just spent a month or two getting to know the ship more intimately, then just show up.
In regard to learning something new, we've also once again lost our proposed teacher, so I'm drawing the line under all the debate over it. Starting tomorrow, and therefore three days of every week, I'll be running classes for kids under fifteen. We'll meet in the chapel in the oxygen gardens at 10am, and work things out from there. If anyone wants to offer their expertise, show up at the same time, interact with the kids, and we'll see how it goes from there.
So let me say that again: If you're under fifteen, you have the option of coming to classes three days a week. We'll be working on life skills, visiting the different areas of the ship, learning how to use the communicators, maybe even talking about self defense--and anything else you guys want to learn about.
Alright. I got one more question. [ A pause. ] Pet food. Who makes it?
[ Nathan disappears for a moment, but a second later he makes a quick addendum to this post. ]
Just reminding people that we have an electronic message board here that lets people know what's going on around here. I also, during the last month, had an opportunity to put a memorial book down in the chapel for people to leave messages to those who've been and gone. Feel free to fill either out if you have something to add.
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Nice to see you're in one piece.
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You... have a dog. [Master of observation, that Murphy Pendleton. But no, really, there's a hint of mute delight on his expression because hey, dogs are cool. Not just being incarcerated for several years but in solitary confinement makes one learn to appreciate small things, even things that are small and furry and you never thought you'd see again.
[Okay, focus:] But, uh. Yeah. Back at'cha.
[Murphy just has his journal with him. It's always been easier for him to transcribe and keep notes of the going-ons here in writing than over these mostly-working smartphone communicator things.]
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[ And she wants to play fetch, but Nathan just sits down on the pew beside Murphy and pets her on the head as she wriggles. Nathan turns slightly, looking curiously at the book. ]
You got the transcription there?
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[Well, he's been keeping notes on this place for some time. Eventually, he stops at the page where he and Heather had sat down and tried to make sense of Gallagher's message.]
Yeah. He was talkin' about havin' to scan the passenger's for imposters. There was some emergency lockdown and... I dunno, I get that our captain here's not the most sharing kinda guy, but it's weird to me that they wouldn't even think to bring this up...?
[Far as Murphy knows, they just conveniently "don't know" what happened to the previous inhabitants, and that's... convenient.]