[When the video feed starts up, Laughing Beauty looks to the camera nervously, still unsure if making this kind of request was the best to do publicly. But what choice did she have? LB knew she couldn't do this herself.]

Hey, uh -- heheheh -- hi.

[Yes, this was already getting off to a smooth start. LB gives the camera an awkward smile, before continuing.]

There's a lot of people here who can fix things... right? So, if anyone had any spare time, I was wondering if they wanted to try to fix-- [She swivels her communicator around, in a blur, until it focuses on a broken down, unoccupied Octopus Suit. With it occasionally sparking and one of it's tentacles broken apart, it's certainly seen better days, to say the least.]

I, uh... [The camera focuses on her face, deep in thought as she tries to think of a convincing lie as to how her suit got broken in the first place. After a while, however, she glances away from the camera.] Ah, fuck it, I broke it in a fight. But it's okay! Heehee! I... don't think I'll have to worry about that person anymore.

[Which is her roundabout way of saying that she hadn't seen Zer0, since after the fight, and she was pretty sure she killed him (even if that wasn't actually the case). It was a little sad, because he seemed like someone she could be friends with, but it seemed that wasn't the case. Regardless, she's not admitting to anything.

As she scratches her head and generally looks uncomfortable, it might be easy to tell that she's possibly hiding something.]

A-anyway, I'm not sure what I can offer anyone in return, but I guess we can discuss that later.

[After that, she had intended to turn her communicator off, but there was another burning question on her mind, lately. For this inquiry, she hesitates even longer, before finally spitting it out.]

Also... does anyone know if the masks give you any power or benefits? Hahaha? For a while, I had a bad feeling about them, but lately? I've been wondering if maybe I've been thinking of things in the wrong way.

[LB positions her deceptively cute mask next to her face, mimicking the expression with a smile.]

Besides, I'm no stranger to wearing things that are unsettling.

But - ah - that's all, I guess. Eeheeheeheehee... thanks in advance.


[[I've got it planned out for Peter Parker to fix the suit, but people are still welcome to inquire about it!]]

['Sup, Tranquility. This is a slightly awkward looking tiny redhead on the Network.]

Hi. I'm... James Rogers, for people that don't know. Um. [Despite his ability to make inspirational speeches from time to time? Yeah, normally... James sucks at talking.] For the people who arrived this jump, we have a group called the Avengers, and if you need help or are in danger and can't get through to the security team, just send a message to me - that's... 008 » 003 - the Hawkeye at 010 » 178, or Azari at 011 » 086. It doesn't matter what it is or when it's sent, we'll be sure to respond to it.

[That being said...] If I can talk to the head of the Security team - or one of the people in charge - that'd be great.

[100% private to his Avengers team with Anthony's encryption because James sucks at computers]
Meeting in 008 » 004 whenever we're all free, just let me know what works. [It's a sleep over, ladies and gents. And James already has the entire room filled with mattresses and pillows. He kind of went empty room raiding on his floor.]

[Same Encryption to Ult!Tony]
Is there a way to make it so Anthony can come? [p a u s e] I mean, unless you wanted to.

[Saaaame Encryption to Francis and Azari]
We're having a sleep over. [And neither of you are allowed to diss the idea because James sounds really intent that this is a thing and it is going to happen.]

[ Azari isn't the best at... people. Shhhh. He's working on it. Still, he comes across a little stilted, like he's trying to be polite but is more nervous than anything.

To think that the Black Panther can be nervous about something as dumb as posting on a network, jeeze... Pym would mock him for the rest of time. Though he'd welcome it if it meant Pym being here.]

Hello. My name is Azari, if we haven't met before.

I was wondering if anyone on the ship would be able to race in one of the jungle levels in the oxygen garden. I run through there a lot, but it's more fun if you've got someone to race.

[ pause, while he makes sure his thoughts are straight. ] I'm looking specifically for people with somewhat enhanced speed and agility, since I'm pretty sure that through that underbrush, I could beat any average human that wanted to try. ...Not to say that I won't race you if you're an average human, but it probably won't be much of a race. That's all.

...Yes. So, if you could just... let me know. If you're interested. Thank you.

[ click. God, that was mortifying. ]

Oh come on! Why isn't it gone yet?

[there's a couple of distinct thunks and Francis turns his device to show a certain mask on his door, now with complimentary arrows sticking out of its mouth and eye sockets

he turns the camera back towards himself, and he's looking ... well, he's looked better. Francis has his black and white clothes now instead of the ship uniform, but they're rumpled and slept in and he looks pretty tired and high-strung himself]

It was bad enough when it showed up before the jump, and then it was still there right after, but it's been like a week. Has anyone even figured out where the heck they came from?

[he glares, then sets the device down to retrieve his arrows, putting them back in his quiver]

Whatever. I'm going back to the Oxygen Gardens until it's gone.

[Tony is sitting in a chair, feet propped up against a table with a drink in one hand. He's still avoiding those dreadful jumpsuits so he's dressed in one of his fancy suits instead although it's a little rumpled as he has no idea how to iron. Looking at him, you wouldn't be able to tell that he's barely keeping himself together.]

You know what I miss?

Good alcohol. Scotch, whiskey, a martini. This stuff is good enough to get drunk on, but still disappointing.

So let's barter. I'm sure some of you out there have something decent in your possession. I can build you a personalised nanite fleet, portable teleporter and/or force field, dimensional gate, super-soldier exo-suit, Thor's hammer-- actually scratch the hammer, weather manipulation in an enclosed space is just stupid, for the really good stuff and in large quantities.

For the lesser stuff you can choose between a weapon of your choice provided it's not something like a nuke, your very own pet Wall-E or some other small trinket, coffee machine, whatever.

Everything is negotiable and if you have something specific in mind feel free to ask. I also reserve the right to not do business with you for whatever reason.

[It means anyone wanting something that could be used as a weapon beyond a simple gun or sword will be scrutinised heavily. Also any of the big stuff will have built in safety mechanisms so he can shut it down remotely if the need arises. He doesn't really see anyone actually fulfilling his criteria for the big stuff, but he's crossing his fingers.]

The offer is open indefinitely and I'll probably have something up on that noticeboard.

[filtered to the Ultimates; encrypted 100%]

And just as an addition. I realise with the whole different timelines and all, not all of you would know about this. Clint knows already, but I'm sure you've all wondered at one point or another why someone like me is in this business.

I'm dying. [He looks incredibly relaxed as he says this and taps the side of his head.] Brain tumour, inoperable. Blah blah blah. I figured I'd go out with a bang. It's gone into remission a couple of times which is the only reason I'm still around, but it's back right now.

This isn't the important part.

[Speaking off camera.] Come over here.

[A young boy walks into view dressed in a suit just like Tony, basically imagine Tony as a child. The important thing to note here is that he is rather ghostly.]

This is Anthony, he's my tumour. Say hi, this is my team.

[Anthony smiles and waves at the camera.]

He's also a technopath. So any questions?

[ The feed starts with a girl's comms device clanging to the floor from her bed hitting the "on" switch, unknowingly cast aside. She'd been surfing it earlier, trying to get a feel for the thing, but after hearing Darth Vader II's little message about "not being able to wait to see what they'd do next", she knew she had to get serious about leaving (not that she wasn't before... but...). Four days was more than long enough to be stuck on what basically amounted to the ship from "Aliens". ]

—this is getting into Avengers and Fantastic Four territory. . .

[ The scene is simple enough (from what you can see from a device on the floor, of course). The girl appears to be lost in thought, holding a staff.

This was way out of her jurisdiction. She had someone else to worry about. ]

Let's see. . .

[ and with maybe just a little bit of fanfare. . . ]

No place like home!

[ a cloud of smoke briefly obscures the room, before revealing...

The girl still standing there, only now she seems to be wearing a pair of ruby slippers. ]

Ok... so that one was a bust...

[ but she's not done yet ]

Earthward bound!

[ Again, what looks like smoke covers the room, and there's... an earth-shaped ball bouncing around the room.

She glares at her staff. ]

I didn't use a single one of these spells. Work, you p—

[ and the ball bounces on top of the comms device, conveniently ending the feed. ]

[ Gwen looks- well, pleased. despite the fact that she's unsure of a lot of things, feeling vulnerable in that she's not used to being the one asking questions instead of providing the answers, she has a small smile on her face, a little grin that makes it seem like she has very special information she wants to share with everybody. which she kinda does. she’s not alone on this video feed, oh no. she’s sitting alongside a new crew member who she may or may not have forced to join her in recording the transmission. ]

Hello, everyone. My name is Gwen Stacy and I'm a member of the science department here on the Tranquility. [ it was almost as professional as saying 'I'm the head intern here at Oscorp. almost. she'd get used to it. ] I have a few questions I need to ask, but first I'd like you to all meet my friend Peter, from home. This is Peter Parker.

[ she glances over at Peter now ( no pressure ) with those same big, expectant eyes she gave him when it was time for him to meet her father for the first time. ( no pressure ) ]

Uh, hi. [ Smooth, Peter, smooth. He was never the kind of person to make such public addresses, or really show up and present at all, but Gwen’s coerced him into this position, so he ends up with a small wave, before deliberately turning back to her. ] I’m Peter. [ Captain obvious as always, but really Gwen, you take the reins. ]

--Who might maybe, hopefully, be joining the science department too. Maybe?

[ she doesn't mean to laugh, but he's looking at her like she's asked him to explain his personal life in detail over the network or something, and she wasn’t expecting it. he's talkative around her, so it's a little funny to see him clam up in front of a camera. her nose scrunches up before she looks back at the camera again, her body shifting a little bit in her seat, like she needs to make herself comfortable again. there. good. okay. ]

Right, well. I just have a few questions to ask, if anyone might know… It- Well. My number has changed. [ she still thinks this is some kind of fault of her own, like she messed up somehow, got demoted. she looks a little sheepish about it, actually. ] Between jumps, my number changed from 008, to 012. I don't remember going home, it's not like I have any new memories, but I.. believe I've been asleep for more than one jump, maybe. Is that possible?

I only ask because it seems like a lot has changed since the last time I went under for a jump. People are missing, things are different. Not everything, just enough to pique my curiosity, I guess. [ she bites her lip ] And most importantly, to me at least, I was wondering if anyone knows what happened to my fa- Um. Captain George Stacy? He arrived about a month after I did, so he would have been an 009. If anyone has heard from him, please let me know.

[ In Peter’s case, he doesn’t really understand what happens when they’re not home, but it’s really off screen that he makes his movements, a slight squeeze of her hand as he looks for the right words to say and close off this conversation. ]

Also, if anyone knows of a dark room, [ Way to change topic there, Peter. ] uh, that would be great. [ Pause. ] Thanks.


[ red is Gwen, blue is Peter. replies will be coming from both! ]

[Jim might be talking a little too loudly on this broadcast, but he doesn't- well actually notice. he's not using video because he's still in medical because some people haven't let him leave yet.

probably because he only just woke up about an hour or two ago. maybe if he hadn't been quite so reckless he wouldn't be in this situation. it's honestly thanks to a quick response and the advanced medical facilities that he didn't go completely deaf.

still, there's something oddly... cocky about the way he speaks. a little more brash than he normally is.]

Jim Kirk here.

Anyone new to the ship, welcome aboard, though I wish we could've met under better circumstances. The earlier broadcast you all might have noticed was from our anonymous friend known as Smiley. Needless to say, it isn't the most helpful entity on board. [which is probably the most aggressive thing he's ever said on the network about the thing. gee, Kirk, you sure are acting a little off.]

If you haven't done it already, I suggest going over the compiled FAQ. Your comms device has a text to voice option if you're unable to read it. I'm willing to answer questions if you have them.

[then there's a shift in his tone, a weight to his voice that sounds a little frustrated; another of his good staff gone.]

Also, John Watson of the first wave is no longer with us.

Kirk out.

[ There's some shuffling and static followed by a muffled curse - too quick and quiet to make out what, exactly - and then the feed settles down. For a few seconds too long, actually, because there's an awkward pause before someone finally starts speaking. ]

Greetings. [ It's a soft-spoken but firm English accent, and the somber tone is only slightly offset by frustration with the device. ] I would like to formally request information regarding this vessel's brig - its security, the level of transgression that requires one be locked up in it.

[ A pause, then slightly more reluctantly- ]

And games. Games that do not run on electricity. Chess, dominoes - if anything of that nature is available, I would like to borrow it. Books on real paper would also be sufficient. [ In case you're wondering, he's been holed up in his room and hasn't bothered to find the library. Nor has he figured out how to research information on the network, apparently. As far as he's concerned this is a regular phone and he's making a direct call to some kind of customer service. ]

[ as always with a banner post, the opener cues up a half uncomfortable, awkward smile. sincere, but still twitchy. bruce: never going to like public speaking, thanks. ]

I spent some spare time lately messing with my communicator, and I thought I'd share the benefits.

[ more: he's been reminding himself to do this since speaking to ros, but 'the pretty red haired woman with the hungry smile who can't read inspired this' seems a little too much. better to be a bored scientist tinkering with things. ]

I thought it might be useful to have a-- reading function on these things, so to speak. It's not the most elegant job, but I can show my work if anyone else wants to keep going on something a little more structured.

...Anyway. The program I threw together reads text posts aloud. [ in something that sounds a lot like betty's voice, because bruce is a dork. ] I know language barriers aren't much of an issue here, and I can't promise an attached dictionary, but it's something.

[ he hesitates. ]

We're all very focused on the immediate, and we should be. But it might not hurt to add a few more-- non-essential projects to the pile, just to make life a little more comfortable. [ not that he doesn't want to be home-- well, all right, some of him doesn't-- but of all people, bruce understands the need to make something good happen, see tangible and rewarding results for your efforts in between everything else. ]

...Right.

[ the half smile bruce turns towards his communicator is particularly pained, now. there really should be a lost and found okay, so he doesn't have to do something like this to keep from feeling wasteful and more than a little cowardly. ]

Last jump, I received a few things I don't need. If anyone wants them, I'll leave them all in a box outside 006 » 029. First come, first serve.

( text attachment )

[ and now his eyebrows draw together. ]

Don't say it, Tony. [ that probably guarantees trolling. reverse psychology for fun and profit, and banner out. ]

( banner locked to axvengers + betty + pepper )

[It figures that George's first post to the network would be private and locked to two specific people. He sends two quick messages.]

[Private to Peter Parker-or at least the person he suspects is Peter Parker]

[He suspects, because he read through that network post. Because over twenty years on the NYPD is enough to make him suspicious.]

Nice Picture.

[He could be wrong. He might kick himself if he is but.]


[Private to Gwen Stacy.]

[George looks a little tired but.] How would you feel if I told you I was looking at security as something to do to keep myself busy?

Also, you owe me a lunch date. I want to hear all about this lab you're working in.

[That's all you get right now Tranquility.]



[ooc: As always spoilers for The Amazing Spider Man abound.]

[ The feed clicks on to a slightly skewed view of Tommy’s room, and then a closeup of his face as he tilts it the wrong way. ]

Was that the right button?

Sure, yeah, that's to start a video. We - well, you - are on camera right now. It's live, so everyone can see and hear you.

[ Raven's made herself comfy seated right next to Tommy ( well, not right next to, she's left enough space between them so she's not on camera, at least, though now she's reaching to adjust the comm so it's angled a little better, a tiny bit further away. ]

See? That- [ pointing ] -little thing is what's recording you. That little dot's the microphone, right next to it. Just don't cover either of those with your fingers and you're fine.

[ Only, he angles the camera again slightly, fiddling with it until Raven’s on screen as well.]

Hi. Hello --

I'm looking for someone. She's...quite small. With brown -- well, blonde hair to about here - [ And Tommy gestures to his chin ] Her name is Kathy. Kathy H. If you've seen her, could you give me a ring here?

( OOC | italics are raven. )