[its been a day already, and anakin spent most of that time trying to regain his bearings. waking up in that pod, senses muted. it isn't something he cares to repeat. but after scouring the network he knows that's a choice he doesn't get to make. not if these "jumps" are real. and with his senses back in full swing again, he's fairly certain that it's all true. that, or the force itself is trying to trick him in to believing a lie.

when the feed cuts in it's to a low-angled shot of anakin, already mid-conversation. no, he isn't aware that it's recording, because no, he isn't the one responsible for it.]

--eels strange though. It's him, but it's almost like-

[there's a few beeps to interrupt him, and anakin finally turns his attention back to its source. and subsequently, the camera.]

What are you...? Oh. [right. camera. time to think quickly. see, he's even putting on his jedi face. you know, alert and serious looking. this is just how he planned to make first contact with the wider world. obviously.]

I am Padawan learner Anakin Skywalker. I would like to speak with somebody from the Flight Crew. Specifically, whoever is in charge of the shuttles, if you have time. [he has a list of the people on flight crew of course. artoo already took care of that. but now he's looking for the kind of details that don't come in digital form.

a little more from the droid and he nods. his concern would be obvious to those who know him. but seeing as there's only one person who fits the bill here (or so he'd like to think)-]

Master, I know you're here.

[he just isn't sure what's wrong. there were two force users, but neither he could identify. it wasn't until artoo had found his name in the ships records that he'd realised obi-wan was one of those two.

he can feel him there now; a bright spot in the force. but it isn't right. it feels like their bond is muted in some way, and he knows it can't be on his end. he isn't holding back any more than he usually does. he wants to ask, of course. but that would mean admitting a weakness in their bond, and he's not about to do that while the rest of the ship could be watching. no, better to meet up and find out what's going on, right?]

Artoo wants to see you.

[yes, when all else fails, blame the droid.]

[The room Taylor's sat in is dark, unidentifiable from the wall behind her, but soft, blue-tinged light from another source washes over her face intermittently. It highlights how drawn she looks, pale, tired. She's a mess, really. Even by Tranquility standards.]

It's January, right? Been counting on the jumps since I got here. [She isn't slurring as she speaks, but the lack of focus in her expression and sluggishness to her movements makes it clear she's inebriated to anyone who knows what to look for.] Guess it doesn't matter though. Just start calling them by numbers. I was meant to turn twenty in December. Be an instructor back at the Academy. [She frowns for a moment, taking a drink out of an unlabelled bottle.] Or maybe they'd have terminated me.

[Another pause, and she shifts off to the side for a moment, putting the bottle down. When she comes back into view she’s holding something else – a mask. Her mask, an mongrel canine face, beaten, bruised and bloody. She holds it up, hanging off the fingers of one hand.]

Turns out these show you ghosts. Hallucinations. Whatever. If that isn't fucked up enough to get you thinking don't touch them, you're a fucking idiot. [Very evidently angry, suddenly, half a snarl on her mouth. She looks at the mask again, then drops it to one side.] Didn't want to see my old man the little he was around, sure as fuck didn't want to see him here. Thing I've been thinking, though - what do you see, you wear someone else's?

[She doesn't hold the second mask up for the camera, but it's there in her hands, looks like a modern military gas mask. She's quiet for a long while, like she maybe forgot she even had the comms running, all of the anger and energy drained out of her again.]

Tommy's gone. Gone last jump. Told him he would, cause everyone goes. [A thin smile, strained, sad, and then gone again.] Guess I didn't wanna be right.

<sub>[ Hey, gang. It's your monthly dose of Jake English broadcasting here on the network through the flow of everything going on. Been while since we've seen him, hasn't it? He's blissfully unaware of any sort of dreaming that went on during comas. Yeah, oblivious as par usual. There is only one thing he has his mind set on today.
For those who don't know, this kid is roughly about sixteen and carries a weird accent. It isn't too important, but the best way to describe it would be bullshit Australian.
Anywho, he's in just a plain white tee shirt he managed to salvage back during one of the station trips, along with shorts he risked his life to get. And it appears he's something some sort of space chips. Who knows where that came from.

A few simple scars cover his face from his mask horror that happened a few weeks ago and he's been doing nothing much besides isolating himself. ]</sub>

Salutations.
_{[ His voice seems to be heavy and lacking its typical enthusiasm (though that is apt to change.) His hair appears a bit tousled, and it's evident he hasn't really been taking care of his hygiene upkeep.
Look, it's almost like he's growing facial hair; the best a guy of his age could muster. What a dunderhead. ]}

I hate to be a bother to you lot on the network, what all being pried from your tidy homes and sucked into this ringarosie of spaceship bullshittery. Imposing on your chinwags and chit chatters, I have something of vital importance to ask you.
_{[ ..And there's a pause of suspense. ]}

I..
have been here for what feels like a year, but that probably isn't true. The date I remember upon arrival was April 2012. I still haven't a heaven to betsie's idea of what the current date is, whether or not a missed my 16th birthday or not, or anything. In any case, if my birthday has passed or is to come, all I really want is...

_{[ Here it comes. He sounds desperate. ]}

A movie. And not just any movie, I want--

_{[ A breath. ]}

Weekend at Bernie's. More than anything.
_{[ what. ]}
--And I am aware that some of you get things and trinkets in your locker! Mayhaps you can help me out here if you have it? I am willing to do anything I can to get a hold of this movie. My skills and interests are the following:

( [ green courier text ]  )

I will sacrifice anything I can muster for this, or any Earth movie, especially adventure/action movies! If I'm not completely satisfied in this manner, by Jove, I'll ask every single jump.
_{[ A little more passion in his voice here.
Nobody should ever deprive a movie junkie of their needs, evidently. He shuts the video off before turning it back on quickly. ]}
For new arrivals, I greet you and will offer any services to you and will answer any inquiries! I've been here for some time, but I can assure you that you are not completely safe where you have been brought.
Thank you.

[aren't you sick of all these PSAs yet, Tranquility? well too bad, here's another one. this is from a Kirk with a nice five o clock shadow going wearing the Starfleet greens of the command track.]

Morning Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk. I don't know if everyone's been briefed yet, but there's an FAQ file available to read or listen to which I'll link to this broadcast. In short, you're on a colonization vessel in an alternate universe traveling through space. We have theories as to how everyone got here, but they're only theories. I'll be happy to answer questions if you have them.

[he flashes a smile, and you'd almost never guess that he has a pounding headache and is still feeling nauseous.]

From the sound of it we've had a little hiccup with the grav chamber. If I could get a diagnostics report on that, that'd be great. I think it's a good idea for all of us who spent the last month in stasis to get together and share what happened. I've heard a few people discussing a dream, and I'm starting to get the impression everyone under had the same one. It was lucid, and of the Tranquility, before the former crew was lost.

[his gaze drops then, to his notes; everything he'd taken down between two files- one that shared everything, and one that would be for Starfleet, should he ever go back. he's not sure when he started considering his own return to Starfleet an if, but he isn't about to say anything about that. he spoke with Jenna earlier; he knows he needs to do something to rectify this idea people have of him lately. he can't think of anything more blatant than sharing information on a ship that covets it's secrets. it might paint a giant target on him, but better Kirk than the rest of the ship.

bright blue eyes come back to the camera.]

During the dream, I wasn't able to find Ward or Resnik. [and, yeah, just let that sink in for a minute.] But I did discover Captain Gallagher's first officer. Her name was Roshan. I can't tell you exactly what that might mean, but I wouldn't suggest spreading the information where Ward or Resnik might catch wind of it.

[he pauses, and adds:]

Gunnery, report. Tyke [you haven't been answering youR PHONE CALLS TYKE] I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible.

Kirk out.

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[ 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.

"The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity."

[ neal's not quite back to his fighting weight, but he looks a whole lot better (and a whole lot less crazy, natch) than his last network outing.

he's also fussing with the cuffs on his devore, because you never go to battle without your best armor, right?

metaphorical, of course. ]

Wise words from a wise lady. [ and now with a slowy flip, he sets a fedora on his head and gives the camera a smile that's lovely lovely lovely and just a bit barbed. ] Résumé seemed apt, too, but a little dark given the occasion.

So, how was the month off, Tranquility? --and welcome to the new additions, of course. Watch out for Kardashians.

[ neal stop telling the ren faire kardashians are a horrible demon from your world, son, it's not as funny as you think.

also: one more hat flip because he can and we're out, tq. welcome back to the airwaves. ]

[ well, irene's in holmes' room again. she's lighting his pipe, the comm balanced on her knee. it's possibly the least careful she's been about her presence here since this whole charade started. ]

It seems my dear Mister Holmes has been taken away. Or perhaps his blasted turkey ate him, I'm not entirely certain. But he's nowhere to be found, and his communicator seems to be inactive. I'm told this means he's vanished along with the rest of the crowd.

[ there's a pause. irene's tone is so bitter and she knows she'd do well to reign it in, but. ]

Damnably rude of him, leaving without a word to anyone.

[ because that's irene's trick, isn't it? there's a pause, and then she turns off the feed. ]

[The feed flicks on, revealing a young, blond woman, chilling in some hallway in a...bat-costume? She's grinning pretty widely for someone who's supposed to be dark as the (k)night.]

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's—[dramatic pause]—sure as hell a giant, creepy spaceship because Superman you ain't. [She sighs, grin disappearing in favor of a more deadpan expression.]

So, hey, I'm new, but let's skip the mental breakdowns, freak outs, where is "x", have you seen my "y," I am scared, blah blah, wah wah, yadda yadda, etcetera, ad naseum [dismissive wave] and go straight to introductions and pleasantries.

Hey, space people. I'm Batgirl. The real deal, even — see, I come fully equipped with Batarangs, witty retorts, and everything. Yeah, yeah, I've snooped through the network. Done a little detecting, as they say. I've heard rumors of comics and fourthwalls; don't worry. If I'm fictional where you're from, then I will be available for autographs upon request. The one thing I ask of you is pretty please: no spoilers. I happen to like surprises.

Anyway, I also like coffee and waffles, especially in delicious conjunction, rooftop tag, crime fighting, and, of course, justice.

I'm sure you've seen my spooky boss-man's pseudo-vandalism, but I figured I should put the word out in my own way: call me, beep me, if you want to text me; that's a-okay. I'll be there whenever you need me, as cheesy as that sounds. It's part of the super-gig. You can ask questions and/or heckle now, I guess. Do whatever floats your boat. I'll be here aaaaaaall week.

Gonna start a plot of tobacco in the Gardens. Cure it somewhere else. You want a cut, you gotta help or pay up.

Rest of you fuckers stay away from it.


{PRIVATE TO TOSHIKO:}

Couple-a people said I should talk to ya. Lock this.

[Bossy much?]

[When she clicks on the device, she at least doesn't look all too bothered or off-guard. In fact, she looks perfectly in control of the situation. But talking on the phone is kind of a prerequisite for secretaries, so maybe that's not so surprising.]

I like the iPhone. Very classy, very sci-fi.

[That was clearly a necessary comment because how she feels about this new phone is very important, take notes, all of you viewers at home--]

But yikes, space, huh? 'For I have lost us him on a dangerous sea'--I'd quote Star Trek but I'm sure someone has beaten me to that one, so I won't. You can thank me later.

[She arches an eyebrow, eyes flicking to the ceiling temporarily.]

Hello, fellow space-kidnappees. I'm Donna, and I've heard rumors that this is an addendum to my job now, so if a certain Mike Ross or Harvey Specter have caused you any emotional trauma, please let me know.

[A slightly faux, very amused grin.]

Thanks!

[She'd better get a raise for this--

But she does have something of greater use to make this for though honestly she's curious about Yoga Club but hey. Later. Business first.]

I'd also like to inquire into the various departments here, if anyone would like to enlighten me. I've heard rumor of security, agriculture, science...But I don't know much more than that. Yet. Give a lady a hand?

[She would appreciate information so much, you don't even know. She might even want to help once she knows a bit more and because wow Edgeworth is such an earnest puppy, she's legitimately curious.

But the tilt of her head is entirely thoughtful and more than a little amused.]

[ the scene seems innocent enough. feferi is sitting on the floor of the ship, holding a jar of live bees in one hand, and there is a cuttlefish in a bowl between her knees. she is apparently recording on purpose, because she takes a moment to wink at her viewers before she turns and speaks to the jar of bees in her "empress voice". ]

Finally, my many sweeps of culling have come to fruition! On the 8th bilunar perigree of the 3rd dark season's equinox, I - Feferi Peixes, the Empress of Alternia - have officially deemed you worthy of re-entering Alternian society. Go forth, my loyal subjects, and become productive members of our most esteemed race!

[ she takes the lid off the jar. the bees are kind of sick of being shaken around, so a few of them fly out immediately, and the others follow. after a long moment of proudly holding the jar in the air, feferi's smile freezes. ]

... Uh.

[ she carefully puts the jar down, reaches over and turns off the device. a few minutes later, a text post shows up. ]

)(---EY! Does anyone on t)(is boat know anyt)(ing about bees?????
It's not a big deal, but we mig)(t )(ave a bit of a B-E-E SITUATION )(ere!!! 38O

[Michelle is in the library as usual; people who frequent it have most likely encountered this beautiful blonde bibliophile taking stack after stack of digital literary records from the shelves, parking herself at a table, and just sitting there doing nothing but reading.

That was what she was doing until she started this transmission. So if you'll excuse her, she will push aside a towering stack of records before smiling widely; for someone who was pining for her sisters several days ago, she's exceedingly chipper. And today, she is wearing her ship uniform; paper clothes can be uncomfortable, after all.]

Hello again! I've been thinking - do we give newcomers a tour of the ship? I think it would be very useful to have one, since this is a very, very big ship.

[She glances at the console not far from her, rests her chin on her hand, and pinches her cheek with her free hand. The smile is replaced by a look of longing.]

Oh, and if any of you have real books with actual covers and paper pages, may I please borrow them? I miss real books. I miss turning pages, the smell of new books, actually holding one in your hand... [Michelle lets go of her cheek, raises her head, and looks at her stack.]

I promise I'll return them, but I might borrow them again.

[OOC: Again, fourth wall permissions post for book characters!]

[Ianto is sitting in the oxygen gardens, back against a tree. Lovely day, isn't it? Of course it is, the temperature is regulated. Apparently he's having trouble keeping himself busy, because he has a question.]

I'm curious. What are some of the things you've all received in your lockers? Interesting things, weird things, the unexpected. Boring things that were exactly what you wanted or needed and were therefore uncanny and more than a bit creepy. Sharing is voluntary, obviously.

[This has absolutely nothing to do with the interesting presents he got in his locker last jump.]

[ faith is smoking slowly when she turns on the feed, clearly lingering over the last of her stash in a way she really should have implemented sooner.

she has a veritable arsenal out and unloaded, covering a lot of the bits of her room that can be seen-- weapons cleaning is a totally sane hobby, why is everyone nervous when they try and sit down in here-- and she has a gun clearly unloaded and half taken apart in her hands, gleaming already but apparently not good enough.

her mask is chilling out in the back of her closet, but that's nobody's business but her own. ]

So, here's my thing. And I'm not talking for SEC here, so don't give me shit duty again, all right boss? Just thinking out loud is all.

[ she loves you, tyke. ]

So, what. We got-- hell and darkness out there? Yeah, and? I've done hell and darkness, it's pretty freaking routine for me.

Why are we letting jackasses like Caffrey and Stark head out alone and come back all fucked up and useless?

[ wait for it. ]

No offense, or anything.

Look-- back home, this is where we start talking about mounting up and heading out to take a little tour ourselves, is all I'm saying.

[ pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease oh please won't someone give her permission to troll the creepy space doom, oh oh oh pick her! ]