08 July 2015 @ 04:46 pm

[a pause. okay, so this really sucks. he hadn't asked him about keeping her here. hayley wasn't on the list, and now--]

Hayley Marshall has gone home, which...I guess is a good thing. She had a kid back there, and...

[no, it sucks. and now that means he's down one of the few good things he had left here.]

Whatever. She's gone, and considering it looks like nobody else turned up this jump, she probably won't be back.

I just wanted to make sure her friends here knew. Sorry.

locked to beacon hills crew;

[a lock, and a short delay while he works out what to say here. he isn't sure how well any of this will go down. whether he even can come back, given all that's happened. but he at least has to try.]

...I want to come back.

[it's a quiet admission. it's still difficult, and he doesn't know how he will take this. (he's not fooling himself in to thinking that he can't see this.]

I want to come back, and I know you're just gonna want to lock me up again. But don't make me stay in there. You can't.

[it isn't a statement. isn't anywhere near as certain as it would have once been. instead, it's a request. a plead. he wants to come back, but he can't if it means staying locked up indefinitely.]

Tell me there's a way to make it work. Please.
01 June 2015 @ 08:23 pm
[The video opens dark, shaky as it turns, a dim orange glow visible down the far end of a dark corridor before it settles on Cora's face. Soot-streaked, sweating, she swallows dryly before trying to speak.]

There's a fire. On-- I was on floor nine.

[She doesn't know if she's still there. She hasn't known where she is for days.]

I don't know if there's a way to put it out. [The image crackles with static, and there's a distant sound, a voice calling Cora! She ignores it, doesn't look away from the camera, but further distress flickers in her expression before it steels again.] Just stay away.

[[ooc: backdated to May 30!]]
13 May 2015 @ 05:39 pm
[ Appearing on the video, Lydia only gives the transmission some of her attention, busy in the science department. ]

Well, Jasper's gone. Making me the senior and only physical sciences officer aboard Tranquility. If you'd like to consider joining, my name's Lydia Martin. We handle everything nonliving: chemistry, astronomy, physics. My most recent pet project has been an effort in mapping the location of the ship at each jump to understand our flight path, perhaps even predict trajectory.

But with the DUPRR team on board, I'm hoping that project will be rendered redundant. Has anyone had a chance to speak to one of them about their resources? Given that you're all holding them hostage.

[ Strong word, perhaps, but most of them are under guard of some kind. The non-combative eighteen-year-old isn't going to tussle with that, thank you. She'll keep her distance and let other people report in on what they've got to say. ]

Oh, and for anyone who knew him? As of jump 043, Stiles is gone, too.
05 May 2015 @ 09:37 am
Hello. Sirius & I had a go at mapping the ship, & it went a bit wrong.

Not wrong like the boggart went wrong. Don't worry. Everything is fine, except our map, although to be safe everyone should avoid the lounge on 005 near the 070s rooms for a day or two while we sort it. It's possible that the spellwork is off. But as we're actually very good at this (I promise) the more likely explanation is that something else is off.

If things had gone according to plan, it would have been a map that was anchored to the ship & able to move with the corridors & so on. It's hard to explain what happened, but we have it recorded.


It still looks like that. We've been watching it for a while & nothing has changed. If anyone has any ideas, we would love to hear them.
28 April 2015 @ 09:29 pm
[After hanging around this long, and mostly lurking (call it panic, call it praying that he'd somehow find Scott, just— around.

It wasn't like he'd even looked that hard or that far, but without Scott around, Liam was always afraid. That he'd lose control somehow, that no one would reign him in this time. All those monsters had been crawling around— but he'd managed to stay clear of most of them, at least physically.

Whether or not a tracker jacker made an appearance in his dreams once in a while— well, no one had to know about that, right?

He really needed something to distract himself.

Even if it was totally lame to admit that he had no idea what to do.]


There isn't something like school on this ship right?

I know there's work to do on the ship but all I know how to do is play lacrosse.

[Well. That he'd admit to.]
28 March 2015 @ 04:27 am
[The feed opens on Tyke in the SEC offices, expression the usual set lines that indicate another security broadcast, another load of fucked up going down on the TQ.]

This is Tyke, head of Security. You all saw that. We need to go in, find them, and get them to safety.

[Certain and hard on the last. This won't be a repeat of the Scylla. She's determined not to play into Ward and Resnik's hands again, but she's fully aware it won't be possible to hold anyone back from getting involved.]

Don't underestimate the hallways. You're heading out, come down to SEC, floor 001, pick up supply packs and weapons. Get in a team if you don't have one.

[There are rows of ship-standard black duffel bags sat on the long board table behind her, packed up, ready to go. She hasn't waited around. She's been preparing since Gunnery's announcement. But there have been some changes on any single plans of recon and recovery, because now their people are under threat, and she knows her priorities.]

Anyone not heading out, get to medbay. We're gonna secure and fortify it, get it stocked. You need an escort getting over there, call us.

[A beat, frowning at the camera.]

Watch out for each other.
28 March 2015 @ 12:11 am
[ Hey, Tranquility! It's your resident busybody who has no authority or jurisdiction, and no justifiable reason to be taking point on this one, here to kindly inform you he's decided to try and take point on this one. He appears solemnly, wearing that well-perfected dangerous hunter face. How scary. Such intimidating. ]

I'm gonna make this quick and to the point.

[ He declares, voice barking out frank orders like a damn drill sergeant or something. ]

Those people on board- those are people. Not some... evil... dictatorship, not a bunch of spies from the goddamn dark world, not soul-sucking ringwraiths here to steal your jumpsuits. They're just people, and they need a rescue, not a lynch mob.

[ Have a firm and pointed look, because he knows some of you are planning on shooting first and asking questions later. Screw that. ]

I'm going. Anyone who wants to come along and help, I'm leaving in an hour. And before you sign up just to turn around and put a bullet in them as soon as we get there, I want to make one thing clear.

[ And let the cold, dark look in his eye carry just how serious he is about this: ]

You try anything stupid, I'll knock your ass out myself and leave you in the hallways for whatever's hungry.

[ end transmission. ]

( after 1 IC hour (so a few tags) Dean will abruptly stop replying and will be focusing on surviving the hallways. anyone is more than welcome to tag along to his big ole rescue group of friendship and mistake-making! )
16 March 2015 @ 08:40 pm
Maybe it's just that I've done a crap job checking in with people since I got back—sorry, still getting my space legs back under me—but I can't shake this feeling like we lose more and more people who were around at the beginning each time the ship jumps. I mean, how many people remember the Cyllene at this point? [ Her voice tightens, like she's trying to sort through a quick tally in her mind. ]

I know some people have been keeping archives and crunching data, but I'm starting to wonder how much information about what's going on here we've already lost. [ Huff. That's a depressing thought. ] Couldn't help noticing how empty the whole place feels while I was patrolling. Or maybe that feeling's because people haven't been migrating downwards with each new jump. Consider this your reminder: SEC only consistently sweeps levels one to ten.
15 March 2015 @ 12:51 pm
so joining a department is one of the main things people around here suggest doing
but unless you plan on working 24/7 that leaves a lot of down time for you to fill in
so other than work/sleep/eating/cleaning there's a few options you can take

rec rooms: there's a few different kinds so here goes

fitness- gyms and swimming pools. equipment's already there inc. swimsuits and towels
entertainment- gaming. stuff like pool tables and darts
bars- they all seem pretty well stocked but you're not gonna find anything from home unless it comes in your locker
media library- again, nothing from home that didn't show up for you.
viewing rooms- with huge screens for all your space opera watching needs, apparently (whoever that is, you ever want to close up after you?)
holodecks- gonna have to ask the tech-types to explain that one for you

then there's the clubs people run too. i know fight club is still a thing. no idea if anything else is still running

and in related news, lacrosse
me and a friend used to play here a while back
he's gone now but i guess i kind of miss playing
anyone interested?
i've got a mountain of equipment already so just let me know
08 March 2015 @ 08:33 pm
[ one day octavia will have something useful to say on the network.

today, unfortunately, is not that day, and the morning after the jump the tranquility is blessed with this little piece of poetry.


- not be a dick (non negotiable)
- be attractive (subjective so you know feel free to put your hand up even if you don't think you're a babe)
- have a sensitive side (our blonde here is a little on the shy side when it comes to the lip to lip action)
- not be as dull as watching paint dry (please for the love of all that is good know how to hold a conversation)
- don't be super old. that would be weird.

applications can be made here for review by me (octavia) before being passed onto the blonde. just so you know, she doesn't wind up with anyone weird or creepy.

good work guys, back to your regularly scheduled work or whatever.

[ and, as an afterthought: ]

also, bellamy blake is gone, whatever that means. home, hopefully. just in case he managed to actually make any friends here despite the handicap of being a huge dork. thought you should know.

[ now she's done. ]
[This is Death, this is Death with the skull face/body, creepy eyes, black robe and if you look off to the side you can probably see a scythe. He does however have a cat sitting on his shoulder like it's a totally comfortable place to hang out. It might look a bit weird is what I'm saying. Death however speaks up.]



[The cat on his shoulder does not seemed freaked out by this skeleton at all, in fact it may be purring.]



[Come have tea with Death....and his cat. Please?]
13 February 2015 @ 11:02 pm
[ Allison appears on the network with an orange tabby on her lap -- but it's not Spot. He's sitting in the background on the pillow on her bed, looking annoyed and flicking his tail. Seems he doesn't like interlopers. Allison's ignoring his pouting, for now, scratching the other cat under his chin. ]

So I found this little guy on one of my patrols of the lower floors of the ship, and he followed me back to my rooms. Does he belong to anyone? I can bring him over.

[ Allison glances back to Spot. ] I don't think Spot wants a roommate.
05 February 2015 @ 05:15 pm
[a couple of months ago and this would've been an anonymous post. he knows that there's the potential of this causing trouble for himself. or even for those who may decide to reply. but things have changed, and his own curiosity has long since gotten the better of him. thus--]

so i've got a question for all you "non-humans" out there
or questions i guess. plural
(and yes i know some of you find that offensive or whatever. but how else am i meant to say it?)

do you hide what you are back in your worlds?
and if you do are you hiding it here too?
23 January 2015 @ 10:57 pm
[ The feed opens on the familiar view of the security offices, and the possibly very familiar view of Tyke looking really annoyed. Though central on the video, there are two young men stood behind her, one looking particularly sullen, the other sheepish but friendly. ]

For any of you newer to the ship, my name is Tyke, I'm head of security. I'd give you the usual rundown on what that means, but we've got more immediate shit to deal with. It's been reported that there's a creature called a boggart loose on the ship.

[ She says 'report' and 'boggart' half incredibly unimpressed, half irritated. ]

This boggart shouldn't pose an urgent threat, but it's still gonna be trying to freak people out.

[ At which point she decides she's not the one that should be explaining the details of weird magic monsters, and steps back enough to nudge Remus more fully in front of the camera.

He knew it was coming eventually, but Remus still gives Tyke a startled look, then Draco an expectant one, shuffling to the side to make more room for him in the frame. There's a long second before Draco moves an inch in a helpful direction, his expression stormy and focus cast past the camera lens like he's ignoring it as Remus addresses the network. ]

It's a nonbeing--a nonhuman spiritous apparition. It can't hurt you-- [ is a lie told out of the impulse to be reassuring, followed by a mild grimace and swift correction. (And a cynical glance aside from Draco.) ] It won't kill you. It might hurt you. We're very sorry about all of this.

It will appear as something that frightens you. Whatever you see, it's not real, but it is corporeal. And amortal. You can't kill it. Get away from it, and let one of us know where you saw it. If we can pin it down somewhere, we can take care of it.

[ No they can't. ]

It will help if you stay in pairs or groups. If it's trying to scare more than one person, it might make mistakes.

You might get lucky, [ because Draco had to chime in eventually. ] If you're a-- if you're non-magical, you'll probably be too dense to see it as anything but a figment of your imagination. 'course, maybe not now.

It'll probably be found in dark spaces, you know, waiting in your wardrobe or under your bed, or in the bathroom before you turn the light on, or--

[ Remus steps on his foot--placidly, but not very subtly. Not interested in letting anymore wizard squabbling get played out on the network, Tyke neatly steps in again. ]

We'll be working on containing and dealing with it. Stay in your rooms unless necessary, report any sightings, and keep your heads level.

[ The last thing she wants is real passenger on passenger harm done because of this thing stirring people up. To her side, Remus tightens his mouth in a way that's half smile and half wince, like well there you have it, and glances at Tyke to check for permission before he shuts off the feed. ]

[[ ooc: blue is tyke, red is remus and green is draco! ]]
14 January 2015 @ 07:02 pm
Okay everyone, stop trying to figure out what the hell we do about all of these messages telling us what to do and instead answer this one very important question:

Ward, Resnik, Laurens. If you absolutely had to, who do you kill, who do you fuck, who do you believe is telling us even a tiny bit of the truth marry?*

*No, Johanna and people who think like Johanna, you cannot kill all of them. It has to be one of each. That's how the game works.
[ Rough around the edges in an oil-stained jumpsuit with rolled up sleeves, Devon Resnik broadcasts from a darkened corridor—she sounds grim and looks even more frustrated, like this was the "I told you so" she didn't want coming. One hand reaches up to scratch the spot between her eyebrows. ]

We expanded your access because we thought you had the common sense to keep yourselves alive, not so you could cast off one another's warnings and dig yourselves an early grave. Everyone on this ship is aware of our smiling friend: what makes you want to chat up an anomalous transmission on the network?

[ Her hand drops, and she fixes the screen with a serious look. The frustration drains into her usual: flat, no bullshit. Just the facts. ]

Don't fool yourselves into believing that Van Rijn's people want to help you.

[ From behind her, a much more clean-cut figure with dark hair and broad shoulders approaches. As Resnik takes a half-step to the side of the frame to make room for him, Ward explains further, though his voice is no less flat. ] They want the Tranquility. They're going to try anything to get it, including making promises they can't keep. If you receive any messages from them, don't engage or antagonize. You have no idea what these people are capable of.

[ Resnik turns to glance at Ward over her shoulder, something wary in her eyes: it's met with an equally dour look in his. The look holds for a moment before she turns back to the terminal. ] Seems like we've lost them for now, but they're persistent. Report all communications with individuals identifying themselves as agents of Van Rijn immediately.

[ With those orders stated, she cuts the feed. ]

[ OOC NOTE ▒ Direct your comments to either Resnik or Ward by specifying their name in the subject line. Comments without a name in the subject line will be treated as a question for both. ]
14 January 2015 @ 01:36 pm
Okay, so ignoring the fact that this has probably come up before I don't actually know what the answer is. But the pods - them not opening is pretty weird. I know everyone's concerned, especially if someone you know gets stuck in one.

( She's not experienced that side of it yet but she has been stuck in one now )

Why don't they open sometimes? Is the ship that broken and we're going to be permanently stuck one day or is it something else? Going in and out of them every jump is a bad enough experience without wondering what else you missed or what could have happened.

Has anyone died in one? Or had it never reopen? Other than when people disappear. Is there anything we can do for people stuck in pods? Other than give them a really good re-welcome when they get out.

Are we okay stuck in there or should I be worried about losing something? I know I'm at least picking a different pod next month. Just in case.

( She's not getting stuck in one again )

I better not have missed movie night. Is there another?
14 January 2015 @ 05:21 am
[ Erik’s voice is low and rough, raw tension metered in the effort he makes to keep himself in check. ]

There is no force in this universe that has our best interests at heart.

We’re stowaways on a stolen warship. Van Rijn is hunting for us.

From what little we know of him, we may deduce that he is not a man celebrated for his mercy. If we are taken on Van Rijn’s terms, we will be subject to his rule -- not as people, but as scientific curiosities. Collateral damage. Pirates. Witnesses. He has no obligation to follow through on any promise his men make.

We are not citizens of this world. We don’t have rights.

Be discreet. Keep communications apprised of any contact you have with his crew. If we are to engage with him, it must be on our terms. If his forces breach this vessel, be prepared to fight for your lives.

[ There’s a pause, as if he’s checking notes. ]

For those of you unfamiliar with the basic operation of Tranquility-issue space suits and armaments, now is the time to learn.

[ ...And a moment of silence for his self-control buckling under the strain of formal address. ]

As of this moment, if I discover that any one of you has taken it upon yourselves to pander away further intelligence on this ship or your fellow passengers in exchange for safe passage -- hope that Van Rijn finds you before I do.

[ He ends that sentence, and so the transmission, with a bristling quiver at the tail of his diction and an abrupt punch of his forefinger. Magneto out. ]
30 December 2014 @ 10:47 am
Is this quiet permanent? It's a little unnerving.

[ He means the literal quiet from the engines powering down, not the metaphorical quiet from the absence of overt disaster. The metaphorical quiet can stay. ]
24 December 2014 @ 10:14 am
[Bucky's a more than occasional visitor to the Shuttle Bay, having offered to lend a hand in return for training with the previous CFO. This is the first time in a while he's been back, though, and the view out's as distracting as ever. Maybe more.

He's standing in front of the windows, looking out at the rolling cloud.]

Kind of foggy out, isn't it. Pretty enough, though. Makes you wonder what could be out there, just out of sight.

[He turns, then, engine grease on his jumpsuit and streaking his face. He could almost have walked right out of a Brooklyn autoshop.]

I've been thinking about what I've missed back home. Christmas, Easter, maybe a birthday or two, or two thousand with the way time goes up here. I always did like holidays - they let you know where you are, where you've been. Even with the war on... well, I guess people needed the excuse to smile at each other. Now it feels like I've lost track of something important.

[He shrugs one shoulder, though. That's a little too much looking inward.]

So I'm wondering, what do you all celebrate, where you're from? And what do you picture might be out there, past the clouds?