19 February 2013 @ 05:11 am
This is Communications.

We're aware of the issues revolving around the network presently and are working on fixing the problem of incomplete and fractured messages. I would like you to please bear with us until such a time as the issue is resolved.

Now, we have some experience putting together fractured audio files. A repeated theme we're getting from the devices experiencing this disruption is that their owners are lost. There is...some concern about the elevators, a repeat of the warning that we received while a number of us were confined to stasis. Until further details can be unearthed, I would suggest that anyone who is presently in a safe area of the ship should remain where they are, at least until the situation evolves. If you have lost someone, please report them to us or directly to Security. Do not go looking for them yourselves. I don't need to remind you, but the Tranquility is a big ship, and Security have the resources to find people faster, and with far less risk of becoming casualties themselves.

I repeat: stay where you are. To those who are lost, if you can receive this message in any format, please stay put and wait for retrieval. Keep together, where possible. Petrelli out.

[ The message is repeated in video, audio and then finally a text form, in an effort to ensure it reaches all possible destinations. ]

Private to Tyke )
 
 
18 February 2013 @ 06:19 pm
[ Hey tranquility, hope everything is good on your end, because it sure isn’t on Ariadne’s end. Because she is pretty sure she has no idea where she is right now, and might be freaking out a little.

She would have locked this post to a few people that might have been wondering where she was, but her communicator seems to be having issues and she is just hoping this is at least viewable to someone. ]




I'm lost.




((ooc: obviously her communicator isn't getting a signal like it should, so all her replies will be very limited here. sorry about that.))
 
 
[ the people that address the network, while you make your way to your rooms or to the shower, trying to clean up, stand up, aren't familiar. or maybe they are. those who remember the fifth jump might recognize them- but they aren't faces anyone will remember seeing in the grav chamber. not in the lifts, or medical either. (they couldn't just appear, could they? people don't do that-)

two young men sit side by side, and though the view behind them is unmistakably of the kitchen it would appear they're seated somewhat- higher, than the stools that most use. tim drake doesn't look at the camera when he speaks, but the unnatural white of his eyes don't stop moving around the room. ]


We need to speak to the Captain.

[ one gloved hand comes down, showing a flash of heavily scarred skin on his forearm and marred, unreadable text where his nanite tattoo should be. jason todd doesn't frown, but his voice is gravel all the same. the dip of his chin brings his face out of the light and leaves his features cast in the familiar combination of shadows and eyes an unnatural blue. ]

And make it quick, if you don't mind.


[ooc: notes can be found here! Deep red is for Tim, bright red is for Jason. ]