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13th Marker | Audio

...So, I've got a question to ask everyone here. I guess after the last big event I've been kind of dwelling on it. There was a lot of pannic and confusion, and not everyone got out alright-

I want to teach a class. Not space basics, or engineering basics, though those go hand-in-hand.

I want to teach survival skills. Skills we're going to need if we're going to keep dealing with these horrors and terrors and who knows what the hell else. I can teach people how to jury rig survival equipment - it doesn't matter the age, kids and adults are both welcome, if there's enough interest. But I just-

I don't want anyone to have to handle things like I did the first time around.

So what do you all think? Is it worth gathering a group together - maybe in the Engineering deck, and teaching you how to survive in a space crisis?

Clarke out.

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002. Video;

[ Data appears on screen. As before, to those who have never seen him (for the most part those who don't frequent the science department or sickbay), Data is almost indiscernible from being human at first glance, but the second impression is further from it. There are slight mannerisms he can't get quite right, his head is rigid, his attention fixed, his hair too perfect, and though there are imperfections to his skin, it's noticeably tinted gold, like his eyes. ]

With the decline of our medical staff, it is imperative that efforts be made to create a baseline model of all individual life forms on board. Such precautions may help to stymy another outbreak of stasis sickness, or counteract an otherwise similar ailment in the future.

Doctor McCoy employed me to build him secure quarters in which to safely contain not only this information, but medical histories and samples from the Tranquility's passengers. This construction is now complete, meaning that willing patients may now place their complete trust in doctor/patient confidentiality.

[ There is a brief delay. Spot, his ginger cat, jumps up onto the counter, but is quickly shooed down out of the way, and Data resumes his speech. ]

I would like to suggest that any of those on board with rare or unique physiology report to either Xenobiology in the Science Department, or Medbay itself in regard to collecting samples, cataloging DNA and performing scans of your skeletal and biological structures. All information gathered shall make treating you easier in case of illness or injury, and may indeed save your life.

Data out.

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( Filtered to medbay staff )

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ｖｉｄｅｏ » { ００４ }

Given all the rah rah rah for morality that I've seen lately, I figure the topic should be broached.

To me, it doesn't makes a difference and that's what's taken me so long to get to it. If kids want to drink, they're going to find a way to get to what they want. Not to mention, I hardly hold the monopoly on alcohol. [ he's getting to his point in a very roundabout way, yes. ] I'd also like to say that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't see at least one person drinking on camera, drunk texting or boasting about their inebriated state in some manner or another. More often than not, they're what I'd consider underage. And I'm not inclined to give much of a shit about where the product is going because I'm not profiting from it specifically in monetary value.

We don't have a set legal system. Each of us are from countries or worlds where the age cap varies or is completely irrelevant.

That being said, my point is: should there be an age restriction on those I knowingly permit into [ hm, no he's not going to say my ] an establishment where drinking and partying could lead to one thing and then another? I've seen an awful lot of preaching about save the children. God forbid we overlook their sweet, virgin eyes. If we're going to be stuck together for an indefinite amount of time, this might as well be addressed to [ huh, okay, what word does he want to use with you assholes? ] keep the peace. Or something like it. So, let's have it.

Don't care, couldn't be made to care or alternatively, open it to discussion. [ he's bored enough to let strangers and friends bicker at him and among each other. ] And if you were hired by myself or my [ other half ] business partner, report.

[ the camera angle lowers like he's done or ready to shut it off, instead he's scratching behind his ear and shifting his jaw to begrudgingly announce: ] Oh, and by the way, for those of you that knew him.. I think it's safe to finally assume that Justin Taylor has gone home. [ or wherever the fuck people who aren't dead but simply gone go, he doesn't say but his condescending and bitter fucking uncomfortable smirk implies. ]

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video | the hero begging change his sword across his knees

[Count on another ren faire escapee to trigger an accidental video (or...perhaps not so accidental, although he's certainly ignoring the device at first) as he wrecks electrical mayhem in the holodeck. It's an impressive lightning storm, if you go in for that kind of thing, the figure in the center of it blindingly illuminated as electricity arcs and scorches in wide blazing bursts, the triggered sprinkler system doing nothing to quell it.

Eventually, it dies down, and the man in the middle of it with a rather ragged beard takes a swig from a bottle.]

You know, [he says, conversationally; this isn't an accident, then] I think we ought to vote on a name change for this Maker accursed ship. My darling friend Isabela hinted to me once--pirate captain, lovely woman, would rob you blind in a flash--I believe hinted to me that renaming a ship and properly anointing it with--ah, 'dancing' and alcohol could shift a curse. What with all the murder and mayhem and general poor attitudes I believe we're overdue!

I say we call her the good ship Meredith. But that's only after an old friend. Absolutely mad and murderous. I think it's fitting--oh, oh, or The Death Trap! Something spooky and doom inducing, at least. Who's with me?

[He fixes the camera with his most dazzling (soaked, drunk) smile.]

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004 >> Voice and text plus one IC link!

Good day. My name, as many of you know, is Miles Edgeworth. I have been present on this ship for approximately two and one half months at this point; at home, I was a prosecutor.

I've a pair of proposals for your consideration. Each will be posted first via the text function, then read aloud for those who avoid the use of text.

( The 'buddy system'. )
( Mediation service; still in its beginning stages, looking for volunteers/input )

[OOC: If people sign up for the buddy system, I'll be matching them up next weekend sometime! An opportunity for forcing your character into new CR. :>]

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second session | voice

It's been a difficult month. [ Even though Deanna wasn't fully assimilated she's still been recovering from it ] A lot of people have been lost recently, and our experience at Strela Outpost was worrying. [ And too similar for comfort ]

My name's Deanna Troi. I'm familiar with space travel, and served as ships counsellor on my previous assignment. I have space set aside, and time. If you need any help my 'office' is always open. [ And Deanna attaches where she can be found: her room number and the medbay ]

[ Captain Kirk & Commander Spock ]
Do you have a moment?

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Video

[Charles is sitting in one of Tranquilities mess halls, slowly stirring a mug of tea and staring down at a chess board. His face is pale, expression set in a resigned sort of calm.]

It is with great regret that I must announce that Erik Lehnsherr is no longer on the Tranquility. It would appear that he went among the missing sometime around the last jump.

[His voice is level as he relays these facts. He had hoped that Erik might have surfaced from the jump beds and gone about some project or another but as time had passed, Charles had looked more closely into the matter and found that his hope was for naught.]

I hope this means he is free of all of this and has returned to our world to continue along his path there.

[Even if that path was one that could potentially lead to war, it was better than the other possibility niggling at Charles’ mind; a possibility Charles did not want to consider too closely.

Setting aside the spoon in the mug, Charles reached up and brushed his fingers through his hair, then reached to move a pawn, pausing and then spinning the board around so he could play the other side.]

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--two [text]

[Over the past few days, she's been noticing some strange changes to her communicator; things she didn't put there herself. But she wouldn't know what to do unless she had something very important to her.]

I need a computer.

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003 -- text;

seems like last jump had an increase in law enforcement officers.
how nice. i know i for one feel much safer with some of new york's finest aboard.

all i want to do is
my work
anyway
I choose to do it,
all I want is the next line
and the line after
that.

what they do and who they
are and what they want
and what they say and what
they write
has no interest for me
and, unfortunately for
them, no interest to most others
living, dying or about to be
born, uh
huh.

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001 | Video | Text → Scout

[ Good evening, Tranquility. Your lovely white haired scientist popping up on your screens! Well. Not yet 'scientist' but... At least she's looking well. Adjusting to being on a space ship was some tough stuff... ]

I am looking to contact Data or Xavier about a position in the science department. If they do not see this message, does anyone know how I can find them?

[ You can see the she's sitting on the ground and leaning forward slightly to keep her head within the frame. If you've seen her before, you'd know that the grey hooded sweatshirt she's sporting isn't her normal get-up. She snagged it from Scout after a certain encounter a night or so back - realizing that it was much more comfortable to lounge in instead of her leather-material. ]

I'm also hoping to learn more about this device. Does anyone have any advanced skills with it? Better yet, can anyone modify my cables so I may link up with it directly?

[ She has the cords beside her, lifting them to show the feed. All three look like regular cords, but both ends of all three cords are only a match to the plugs located at her temples and sides of her head. You'd have to be there to examine them more properly. ]

I cannot risk damaging them, they are the only ones I have.

[ Standing from the feed, everyone can see that the jacket isn't quite long enough to cover her underwear entirely - so everyone just got a two second show of her long legs and tiny black panties. The video ends. ]

( TEXT → SCOUT )

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oo1-[Voice]

[The voice that speaks is calm and even, with a rumbling Nordic accent.]

A vessel of lost souls drifts through the stars and her name is Tranquility. An unfit appellation for a place that so frequently seems to be in a state of dire urgency.

[A calculated pause]

As I am now trapped within these walls, I suppose I should offer my hand: I am Loki, and I will lend my strength and my power to you for as long as I am able. Consider it recompense for the illusions you now see. I was panicked and angry when I awoke and, in my foolishness, I lashed out at my very surroundings. For this, I do apologize, 'twas an honest mistake.

Speak, now! If Loki is to assist, he would know more of the people that haunt these corridors alongside him.

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--one [video]

[Great, one of these things again. This was all feeling a little too familiar. A video shows up on the network, but Lisbeth's face is barely visible. It may seem more like an accidental video. The left side of her body is visible.]

I don't do well in confined spaces.

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[ audio ] of guilt and memory wiping

In light of recent events upon the outpost it's clear that there are a number of us who are suffering the after-effects of torture. You all have my utmost sympathies - I have witnessed such things before and I will offer the same services here that I gave to my dear friend when he was put under a similar duress.

[ A duress that Durham himself instigated, yes, but that's another matter entirely. Or so Durham tells himself. ]

Whilst those who have been subjected to a torture most terrible are undoubtedly brave, it would not be thought of an act of cowardice to wish to rid oneself of the memory of such a trauma. Torture does not end just because one has been released from the cell; there are the lingering effects of anxious melancholies, exhausted spirits, weakened nerves... to say nothing of restless sleep.

You need not bear these memories as a millstone and for those that wish it I will gladly relieve you of such a burdensome weight. You may find me in my cabin - the eighth room upon the eighth passenger deck. Ask for Thomas Sutton - [ A thoughtful pause, then he adds: ] - or perhaps it would do better if you were to ask for Durham. Either way, I shall endeavour to do my utmost to help those that are prepared to ask for it.

[ Another pause, longer this time, and then Durham picks up again. This time his voice is harder, cooler; this is a matter of business, rather than a favour. ]

And while I am here I may as well announce this too - Oxford. Your Durham has disembarked. In light of this I propose a parlé. I would request that we meet un-armed but as both of us possess weapons that are not so easily cast aside, might I simply ask that it be under a white flag of truce? I do not know how many of your fellows remain on board but I suppose they may attend as well.

( OOC : Durham is essentially offering a bit of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Hit me up HERE if you have any questions! )

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† FOUR [video]

So. [ That's right, no build-up, no real intro. He wants to keep things brief. ] I know a lot's been going on. But, I wanted to say, as kind of a... public service announcement. I've got a lot of experience with things like monsters, ghosts, demons-- call me crazy, but since there was already a demon invasion a while back, I think it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. Never know what's going to happen up here. Anyway, I was thinking of writing up some notes, like a... how-to guide. The basics.

[ He scratches at the back of his neck briefly. ] Name's Sam, if we haven't met. Just let me know, and we can meet up.

[ Now his expression falls, though only slightly. ]

And, for those who knew him? Castiel's gone.

[ He frowns at the camera before heaving a sigh, and then ending the transmission. ]

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anonymous text | backdated to the twenty-fifth

Title: The Long Reacharound of Justice
Pairings: Miles Edgeworth/Justice, Carver Hawke/Anders (background)
Rating: They don't fuck like right out in the open (NO KIDS ALLOWED)
Summary: Miles Edgeworth can't resist the call of Justice...
Author: Mockingbird

( the halls were filled with the sound of sexual tension )

[locked to jesse, syg, and mouse | not anon | text]

LMAO buds look at this edgey has a boyfriend

[This all is why Libby should never be bored and drunk at the same time.]

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[voice]

[Thus far, Anders has met one mage who calls himself a wizard, and that's all. He's also talked to a girl who does magic and refuses to name it magic, insisting it's all science and DNA and things. And he's given a demonstration of healing magic to a skeptical but open-minded warrior who's promised to teach him about space.

He's fairly certain Carver is probably going to tell everyone he's an abomination, or something, sooner or later, if not by design than by blurting it out.

He decides he'd better get some sort of handle on the ship's general opinion of magic and mages. Edgeworth used the communicator to pose a general question to everybody, Anders has seen, so he thinks that should be something he can do as well, rather than try messaging everyone individually. Recalling Ros' complaints, he doesn't use text, but for once he'll keep his face to himself. Voice it is.]

Good morning. [And, sotto voce, to himself but audible enough for the communicator to catch?] Is this morning? I think that's what that means --

[He clears his throat unobtrusively.]

Just out of curiosity -- do you believe in magic?

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004 ☀ video ☀ i miss you

[ Jaye's sitting in the Oxygen Gardens, tucked away in a back corner near some grasses. She's wearing a plaid mens shirt that she hasn't worn out in public before, watching a grasshopper that has landed on one of the leather wristbands she got in her locker this past jump. Unlike her previous network experience this month, she looks more subdued; she's been doing a lot of thinking lately. ]

Nobody knows for sure where people go when they disappear from here, do they? I mean, people say "home", but we don't... know.

[ She turns her wrist, watching the grasshopper. ] And we don't know what the fuck anyone's up to without us, either.

[ The insect hops away, out of sight, and Jaye follows it with her eyes for a moment before looking back at her network device. ] ... Right, well. [ She shakes her head, smiling -- anyone who knows her well enough or who is particularly good at reading expressions should be able to tell it's forced. ] I've got some fun questions now. Favorite animal back home and why? Animal you'd consider the most dangerous and why? [ Yes that is somehow a fun question. Danger is fun, right guys? ... Right? ] All you people who aren't from Earth, you should tell me about the animals you guys have. It'd be interesting to hear about the differences.

((ooc: If you want to have your character find her in the oxygen garden, feel free!))

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[text]

My things are gone.

I don't mean what I found in the locker with my number on it - and while we're on the subject, what the fuck does this number mean? It doesn't have any meaning to me but it has to mean something beyond being some kind of identification, nothing in my life is random anymore and I don't like being tattooed with something that means something to someone but not to me, so what's the point of it? - I mean the things I had in my apartment. All of it's gone and I can't leave it there. Do you know what's going to happen when someone goes in there and sees it? They're going to take it and I haven't finished with it yet, it hasn't finished with me and no kind of fucked up science fiction bullshit hallucination I'm running through my head right now will change that.

I'm looking for paper. Parts of a manuscript, a sort of weird bundle of napkins and post its and stamps and actual paper, lots of torn pieces, you can't miss it because if you see it you'll know exactly that it's what I'm looking for.

They should be in stacks. If you see them around, don't touch them. Just tell me. Johnny Truant, 008 >> 066.

Also, if there's a fucking Home Depot or some shit aboard this fucked up crazy train to who the fuck knows where, that would be good information too.

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video; offering courses in space familiarization: the action lady academy of 968 AE

[ She's not a public speaker on her best days, and this wasn't one of those. Her talk with Fry has kept her thinking, enough that when she wakes up out of the nightmares covered in sweat, she pushes the ache in her chest away with thoughts of something to do, something to work toward.

Fry had relegated her to doing this anyway. Schedules in space were different than on a world generating its own night-day cycles and perpetuating natural circadian rhythms. She's freshly showered, hair starting to dry in a tight, curling mess. The camera comes on as she's right up close to the eye. Stepping back, she gives a little perspective. It's a vid-phone. A conference call to anyone out there listening. ]

For those I haven't met, I'm Ellen Ripley. Carolyn Fry and I are offering to help people acclimatize and familiarize with operating full-time here in space. What we've got working here isn't an exact match for what we're used to, but it's close enough to help show the ropes to people who don't know and who want to get an idea. Call it a crash course in space-readiness training, without the option to fail out and stay down on Terra Firma.

That said, what are some of the questions you have on your mind relating to surviving in space? Or about the technology we've seen here so far. Knowing what questions you'd like answered helps us all out in the long run.

[ She reaches out, pausing. ]

Anyone with experience willing to work with us on this, get in touch. We can use you.

[ Vid over. Time to see what bites back. ]

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003 >> [video]

A few items of business.

First: We need to start tracking ourselves more precisely. Two people in two months have perished because because they caught outside of the gravity couches at the time of a jump. What I propose is a simple check-in list for the jumps and someone to take roll. If anyone hasn't shown up one hour prior to the jump, then a search party can be organized. Is there any preexisting framework for such a system?

Second - [And here Edgeworth looks perhaps just a bit self-conscious - ] I'm looking for someone adept at construction. Please speak up if you have such skills and are willing to barter for labor.

[He recovers but frowns, just a bit hesitant before the next item.]

Third, a general question; bear with me if it sounds odd or intrusive, and responding to this is, as ever, completely optional. [He looks down; it's clear he's now reading off a page that he's prepared.] Respond in the affirmative or negative: "I would describe my life as 'peaceful' - id est, a life in which I have not witnessed or been subjected to violence."

[He looks up again.]

Your responses are appreciated.