[ The feed clicks on. +1 Rosella, looking blankly at the screen. It's actually a pretty lengthy beat, though it's more thoughtful than that thousand yard stare might suggest. Considering who this is, though... Not always easy to tell. The camera is centered to a perfect frame of her shoulder-up and while the lights are dim, there's probably only a very small handful of people who, you know. Start out their feeds that quasi-ominously.

The silence is quickly replaced by a sharp frown. It's a little jarring, to see such an aggressive expression on a previously empty face. ]

As operational parameters are different here, I have a personal query for operatives and competent civilians, new or old. Do you consider the previous mission history of either myself or others relevant in our new enviroment?

[So, this last jump? Aaron got a gun. Just walked up to his locker for his clothes, clicked it open, and there it was. Sitting on top of his leather jacket, a few cases of ammunition behind it.

He really missed his gun.

Which is why, today, he's not addressing the network through text. Instead, he's sitting in his room, a single gold case (it almost looks like cigarette case) hanging around his neck, face serious and posture... well, it almost looks a little threatening.]

I need to know how often people from your worlds show up, people you know. When one person ends up here, do other people follow? That sort of thing.

Also... I need a chemist. [His expression tenses a little, almost darkens] Consider it urgent.

[There's a quick pause, and Aaron's lifting up the handgun he'd been given this jump, wiggling it in plain view of the camera.]

People from Outcome... Byer? You know what this means.

[And, almost looking smug, he leans forward and flicks the feed off.]

Whoever told Tony to sing Rolling in the Deep is getting an earful from me later. You know who you are. Next time, go with Styx. Or better yet, skip karaoke night altogether.

Coffee: lesson one. The stuff here? Two level scoops and a generous half. Only way it's palatable. That's my contribution. In exchange... I'm looking for a solid supply of canvas and some stiff packing materials. Takers will get coffee, or a serenade.

[At which point, listeners will hear the chorus of this as sung by a very drunk Tony Stark. THE BEEB.]

[100% encrypted to that Other Clint Barton (if you can hack this, your name is Tony Stark):]

I saw the rumor. I want to meet her.

[70% encrypted to Francis Barton]

Time's up.

[Bucky's comm has been situated somewhere where it's easy enough to get a decent view of what he's doing. In the aftermath of all the fog madness, he has found it even more difficult than it normally is to sleep. So he's taken to wandering the ship even more than usual, and found himself in a gym.

At the moment, he's sparring with a punching bag, but once he's reached a decent pause point, he turns his attention to the comm. At first glance, he looks haggard, dark circles under his eyes and breathing hard.]

That was a week I'd rather not repeat again anytime soon. Been tryin' to get my mind off it, to be honest, but the gym ain't much fun without anyone to spar with. So -- this is an offer, I guess, for anyone who wants it. I'll be here for a while yet, unless anyone wants to point me to a shooting range or something.

[ ah, tranquility, long time no- actually you may have seen one of them around last month. or both. maybe you got lucky on that front. what you do end up seeing, right now, looks suspiciously like one the tranquility's science labs. there's one person in the frame right now, and yes, if you see that blue glow coming from the chest, you can guess that it's tony stark in one of his normal habitats of a lab. you can't see his face but you can hear him saying something to someone off screen. ]

Technically it's not false pretenses if after we're done we do get to play. I'm not going to be the bearer of bad news again without company. Seriously, I don't want to be giving this news in the first place. Not right after "Adventures in the English Moors from Hell" or some other stupidly foggy place.

[ yes tony because that's a good descriptor for silent hill. also. not really helping your case at all. especially when you turned this thing on just so bruce has no other choice to actually help you with this psa. ]

I think those are actually in Scotland.

[ ...bruce that is not helpful or topical, tony carry on. ]

Which is a part of England. You're arguing semantics to get out of my main goal here. Seriously, not doing this PSA alone. They're going to start referring to me as the man who brings the gloom and doom if I do them alone too much. It'll be what the new kids call me and that is not even okay in the slightest. [ see bruce, resistance is futile, your life is now apparently made in star trek quotes and horrible other pop culture thing's. and also tony pulling your arm to get you in the frame with him. which really tony who does that to the hulk. you are so weird. so weird that now you've also shifted the comm up to where everyone can see adventures in bruce and tony being five with faces. ]

Quit grabbing-- are you five? [ that last part is muttered-- well. "muttered". ] Fine, all right. Hi.

[ that last bit addressed to the comm. ] So, I know we've all had it... rough, the last week. [ that was his turn tony you go, have a subtle elbow to the side. ]

Actually thirteen, but thank you for thinking I'm younger than I am. [ tony, that's also not topical and let's try to remember why you came here. ] That was also the worst turn known to man. Anyway! Like Dr. Banner said, we've had a rough last week and some of you were in English Moors and some of you were just on the regular horror filled spaceship. Pretty sure no one won there. That being said, we're about to tell you something that's gonna make it a little worse.

Those of you who are new hopefully know who the one we call Smiley is. If not- Banner, you give them a run down on that. This is going to make no sense if they don't know and I think the ship deserves to hear your dulcet tones. [ …tony that's mean. have an elbow, not subtle at all to your side, bruce. ]

Ow. [ he clutches his side, exaggeratedly affronted. (if you know him, fine. he looks mildly questioning and in need of a haircut like usual, otherwise.) ] Nice cut off point, Tony.

[ and back to the comm. ] Smiley is-- well, the jury's out on what, but he's been a presence in our lives for a while now. If you've heard about lists or puzzles, if it wasn't that guy in the hat-- [ he waves his hands vaguely at the rat's nest on his head. ]

--Or the guy who's obsessed with bacon. Seriously, will someone think of the people who keep kosher? Or you know, the people who actual like eating bacon who don't want to see it ruined.

[ yanking this BACK jesus tony bruce totally isn't quietly laughing at that, no. ] Or him, okay-- if it wasn't one of us, my point is, they probably meant him. We don't... quite know his agenda-- [ correction: we don't know his agenda at all ] But when he communicates, it's better to pay attention.

[ which tony does all the time. even when it's quiet. because he's a paranoid asshole. also you know, just someone who doesn't believe in privacy or things normal people like. right. BACK TO HIM. thank you for no elbow bruce, he was thinking that was his cue, but you didn't give it. ]

Obviously there was no communication while I think, what, half of us were stuck in that fog on the main network of our communication devices. So I was curious, and I checked our subnetwork that he likes to hide on sometimes. Yeah. Got a communication there. First was a riddle, led to some bullshit about not liking planets and and quiet, but liking worlds and peace. FYI, last two words don’t have t’s the first two do. Funny letter play. Anyway, after that, I found this, it’s an imitation, but if you can get someone to hack for you, you’ll find that it’s the same thing I’m sending to all of you right now.

[ do do you all get to have tony turn this to text for a second and get sent this: ]

IT WANTS TO KEEP YOU

It wants to keep you. Not the most welcoming lines, especially considering this entire ship and how it'’s at least vaguely creepy to most of us and how I think most of us want to go home. I'm not saying, be worried- actually, no, I am, because every time something like this pops up we end up either having stupid lists that don't make sense pop up or we turn blue from space sickness and have them lead us to a lab, this lab, actually, that had been teeming with abominations of nature that didn't have any eyes and shouldn't have survived jumps without turning into puddles of monster, but did, and- Bruce, you agree with me, yeah?

[ back him up, bro. also no elbow for you but it's implied. ]

...Oh, I get to talk now? [ very very sassy, mr. banner. but he's not annoyed, and there's a tiny actual grin hovering around the edges of his mouth; bruce banner likes hearing tony stark talk. (and thus were a million s.h.i.e.l.d. employee bets lost.) ] There's a pretty decent rubric, in life, for how worthwhile a hunch is. Once is usually a wild goose chase, two is coincidence, three's worth looking into. Four confirmed sightings-- which is what we have, now-- is a pretty good place to start.

[ bruce holds up one fingers. ] "It wasn't our fault." [ another finger. ] "Succeed and give and it helps you to live." [ a third finger, kind of the boy scout sign bruce go away. ] "It'll only find you faster."

[ he lowers his hand, taking off his glasses to finish the point. ] And now "it wants to keep you." I think we need to worry about what exactly "it" is, now. Which leaves one more very important question--

[ and take us home, tony. ]

Who the fuck is T? There's a list, I know all of you have seen it, if you haven't, I'll send it to you, I guess, but last name our list of people who still don't make any sense is T. I can hear you yelling already Nathan- We knew R and W were Resnik and Ward, we have no clue who T is beyond, what, the Tranquility? [ there's a dismissive snort, sorry guys, but that's not a theory he's subscribing to. ] All the T's were underlined in that message. Smiley seems to not like T if the words are anything to go by. I'm just saying, even beyond what "it" is, who is T and what did T to earn such hate that "it" can't even like words with their initial in them.

Come on Smiley, come out, don't be like Paris and Nicole and just say he knows what he did. We're inquiring minds here, and I personally like a gossip magazine from time to time.

[ tony no. just no. that was, just look at bruce right now. he is side-eyeing so HARD and mouthing 'paris and nicole' because south america on a fugitive's budget didn't lead to lots of us weekly reading okay, god. get back on topic, you two so you can go play. ]

That's actually all we've got, now that I've said this, just watch, something will happen because that's our lives. And no, again, we don't get to say, "Tony you made it angry," because I didn't even talk to it this time and neither did Banner. So, not mine or his fault. Direct questions to the two of us, or whatever, but if we take a bit we're making science related discoveries because I promised Banner a treat for doing this with me.

[ reaching towards the communicator, bruce gets out-- ]

If you compare this to hiding a pill in a piece of cheese for a housepet next, I'm taking my science and going home to Betty.

[ AND THEN CLOSEUP OF BANNER WRIST AND WE’RE OUT. ]

[ ooc | tony, bruce. replies come from both, unless directed to just one in the subject. ]

[ The video clicks on and there's Chase--smiling, if gently. She looks like nothing at all has happened to her, asides from maybe going on a pleasant stroll through the oxygen gardens. ]

Those that have come out of the fog, congratulations. I trust you're all back safe, if emotionally harmed. Please seek assistance from the designated persons aboard this ship if this is your case.

Furthermore--be it the mist or rust, please be aware that it's the least of our problems. The endgame, as it were, is still to try to figure out why we're here. God may have willed it, but there's always need for a further explanation. Please keep this in mind while investigating the ship, if you so wish to do so.

And, lastly, if anyone has some chalk, I'd like it. [ A beat. ] I want to learn how to play hopscotch.

I have no idea if someone has an updated manifest of the passengers, but with or without, I think this is a good time for a sound off. Just say your name or number, type it, ping this post, say hi, whatever you prefer to let people know you're alive and still present. Private or public, your choice.

If someone hasn't responded within 24 hours, I'll try to ping their communicator. If someone you know hasn't come back, sound the alarm. If anyone's missing, we should set up search parties. We can't take for granted that they just disappeared this time; they could still be stuck in the fog.

[ooc: You're welcome to handwave your character responding if you want, or assume they got pinged and they registered as present. Obviously the only characters who will end up wholly unresponsive are characters who were recently dropped. Otherwise, feel free to use this post as a way for characters to check in on each other.]

Good day. My name is Miles Edgeworth; I am a security prosecutor in Tranquility.

[This is...relatively similar to how he typically starts out his transmissions…except not quite. Indeed, there are a few differences from the norm. First, his manner is slightly unfocused. Second, it's video, and third, he has a friendly-looking shiba inu plopped firmly down on his lap.]

This is Pess. Pess is my dog. I know you don't like me, but Pess is...

[A slight confused pause, then he continues.]

Pess is completely, completely off-limits. If anyone thinks about harming her, I will - "return the blow with a strength twenty times your own!" [That has the air of quoting something, and his self-satisfied nod seems to confirm this.] You may also have time with Pess, if you are a decent sort.

Erm.

Oh, yes. Did the buddy system work well? I'll take notes...I need paper. [He casts about for a piece of paper; Pess wriggles around in his lap and jumps up to bite his chin and Edgeworth accidentally turns off the feed with his elbow.]

[Bucky has been doing some reading. Quite a lot of reading, about New York, and how it;s changed over the years he's missed, what's gone on -- well, as much as he can manage. And he has noticed one very important thing, here. He fixes the comm with a very serious look, before asking:]

....So, who do I need to yell at for not tellin' me the Dodgers left Brooklyn? Los Angeles doesn't even have trolleys, why do they need a team called the Dodgers.

[A little mutter:] At least the Mets are around, so we don't have to root for the Yankees.