[ attached to the top of this post is a sketch of hotspur, culled from one of his network posts. the real version is helpfully left in the oxygen gardens, somewhere high.

and visible. ]

Eternal Father, King of birth,
Who didst create the heaven and earth,
And bid the planets and the sun
Their own appointed orbits run;
O hear us when we seek thy grace
For those who soar through outer space.


" D O N ' T
B E L I E V E
E V E R Y T H I N G
T H E Y
T E L L
Y O U. "

He did. We saw what happened.

R A L L Y.

( ooc | SO NEAL IS DECENT AT HACKING BUT NOT FANTASTIC the higher level techheads can break this one. say, tony stark level awesome and above, hack away: if you're not sure whether your character would be better at this than neal, ping me on plurk and we can figure it out.

eta: also this post goes up say... two hours after the jump ends. )

[ Her father has inquired on the matter of coin and the ship's answer is clear enough: money has little weight aboard the Tranquility and so the counting of coppers must be abandoned for a different kind of ledger keeping. Favor is a kind of currency, though only the most clever know how to wheedle it to greatest yield and best effect. Petyr Baelish is one of those kinds of men — to what extent is hidden behind his genial smile, but Alayne has seen behind her father's mask and knows the true measure of his mettle.

Where names and lands and titles made the worth of a man in Westeros, the passengers of the ship must find their wealth elsewhere: in skills offered and objects bartered, in resources hoarded. In usefulness. Alayne looks to be useful but also looks to be wealthy, if not in object then in favor. It is better, her father teaches her, to be owed than to owe and such debts can be accrued in both the most meaningful and the most harmless of ways.

The smile she gives the Tranquility is modest and fair. She is in better health than her last appearance and her spirits seem much revived. With a dip of her head she bows and then offers to the camera: ]

My good Tranquility. It has become known to me that there are those upon the ship who are in need of the skills of a seamstress. I am not a tailor by trade, nor have I studied under the tutelage of any grand stitch-sewer. But I am skilled and there are those who have told me my embroidery is without flaw.

I may sew a dress or fashion a shirt or mend what has been ruined and torn. There is the matter of needles and thread, of which I have been provided plenty. Though— cloth is lacking, save bedsheets. I am also skilled in the stitching of sigils. Of finery and delicacy. [ Her smile broadens, grows sheepish and knowing. ] For ladies and lords that find luxury in smaller, more mindful details.

I, Alayne Stone, offer my skills to the ship, in exchange for trade or equal favor. [ A pause and then she considers, adding: ] And— if anyone has insights into the care of birds, please also send word.

[ Again a smile and Alayne dips a second time, neatly. ] Thank you.

[Adrian faces the camera in his comm device straight on, a pleasant half-smile on his face. He's dressed in a finely made (if somewhat boldly purple) suit over a black turtleneck, and his hair is perfectly styled. All in all, he looks very much like someone who's used to being in front of a camera, and not at all bothered by his unfamiliar surroundings.]

I wish to extend my greetings to my fellow shipmates. My name is Adrian Veidt, and I've just recently arrived on the Tranquility. While I understand that the social and economic system is somewhat different here than what I'm used to, I would like to hope that I can contribute in some small way. I have a background in the hard sciences as well as in marketing and business, and I have some skills I could lend to whatever security enforcement may be in place as well. If any of you have information on how I might best apply my time and abilities in a manner that would benefit us all, I would be very appreciative of your assistance.

Ay-up Tranquility! I hope you all had a cozy nap, but it's time to shake up that cranium.

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Keep your eyes wide. Cheers! xx

S

(ooc: Audio translates into (.... --- .-- -.. --- .. .--. .-.. .- -.-- ..--..)
Once you get the message in that, there's a part two... Hint is in the post. Another hint, it deals with past conversation between Jim and someone else. If you need help, OR JUST WANT THE ANSWER, Plurk me up. I'll post it on here soon, unless someone else figures everything out!

oop you saw nothing

SOLUTION: Morse code translates into... "How do I play?"
Next hint is "keep your eyes wide." Highlighting this post and you will see Answer:|___________ (ENTER) If you know the answer to the first question [Which I hinted had to do with a past conversation...], your character will type "fair" and click enter. Doing that will trigger...

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Az bu dt pc ht rn fo ho hW

Now, what kind of code is that...? PLAYFAIR CODE! Translates into: "Ev er yo ne is sm il in gX")