05. anon text

[growling]

Welcome aboard to our new friends. Please pretend you can't see any of this.

Working on a cheat sheet of information for anyone too lazy to stalk other people's conversations. Two heads, etc. Feel free to pitch in, I'm sure a lot of you are better at stalking than I am.

Tranquility - government vessel, missing? Tech damaged.
Alexandrian - time period? Roughly 40 years prior to whenever now is.
Demologos - type of ship we're on, warship (w/Bram Stoker inspired modifications).
Ship name - Scylla (sp?).
Planets: Alexandria (wealthy), Hyperion (machines), Pasiphae (food), Sycorax, Ceres. Jiutian - possibly space station?

Crew names/count so far on the network (sp?? on all of these, but who cares):
Felix Laurens - Captain
Casey Kassandros aka Kasey with a K - Tech? laughs at our encryptions Probably not tech. Scared of water and girls. Not tech.
Hays/Hayes - Chatty Cathy. Mechanic? Probably looting tech.
Fields - Gun guy. Full of crap.
"Trixie" - ?? Name provided by Fields, accuracy suspect. Probably Juliana.
Noam - actually tech?
3x 2x (male) mystery guests

They already think we're amnesiac idiot thieves/squatters, so don't worry, there's no such thing as a stupid question. Or a reputation to uphold, pretty sure any efforts at negotiation were null out of the gate.

They can read everything, don't drop too much info on us if possible. If in doubt, try to meet with each other in person to discuss instead. In a perfect world this post is here to disseminate info on them, not us.

Disclaimer: They already know we're clueless as to our how/when/where/why (or really good at pretending to be clueless), so if you're going to yell at me for making that even more obvious, I'm only mildly sorry.

p.s. dear Casey, is the anonymous function in the useless camp too? Anon irrelevant.

[ updates/approx. day 2 ]
[ updates/approx. day 3 ]

Comments

[makedo]

By the same argument we could ask you to stay put and not make us kill you.

[brawled]

You could, but that sounds messy. I hate messy.

[makedo]

Only if you don't comply.

[brawled]

Same goes, Colbert.

[makedo]

[ oh, he is so not comfortable with your knowing his name, but he won't let that show. ]

Your argument is shit.

[brawled]

You want me to believe you got monsters and ghosts and a haunted ship. My argument's the only sane one I got.

[makedo]

[ sanity lost some of it's meaning the moment he was kidnapped into space. brad can only imagine that holds true for others as well. ]

Sane in relation. Doesn't make it good.

[brawled]

Doesn't make you right, either.

[makedo]

I'm not the one trying to steal shit.

[brawled]

Really? Because for people staying on a ship that belongs to the bigwigs, you don't seem like them to me.

[makedo]

Did you miss the bit where we're not here voluntarily?

[brawled]

No, I heard the ghost story. I just think you should've picked something that isn't impossible if you wanted any of us to buy it.

[makedo]

You think I give a flying fuck whether you believe it or not, you're more retarded than I thought.

[brawled]

Did I say you do?

[makedo]

Implied in just as many words.

[brawled]

Nah, I meant exactly what I said. Your story's shit.

[makedo]

The story, your argument.

[brawled]

You really expect us to just believe you? Come on. You seem smarter than that.

[makedo]

And you almost seem smart enough to take that none of us came up with a better story as indication to realise it's the fucking truth, but not quite.

[brawled]

If a bunch of kids tell me the boogieman ate their cake, I don't believe it just because they all swear it's true.

[ he'd be stupid to believe any of this, as far as he knows. ]

[makedo]

[ the fuck does brad care. ]

Suit yourself, kid.

[brawled]

You too, Brad.

[ because kid fffffff really and now he's off to steal more shit. ]

[makedo]

[ that's cute. have fun and don't expect him to look the other way at all. sorry, kid. it really isn't personal, brad doesn't actually give a damn about the tranquility. ]