[His typical spiel is quite cursory.]

My name is Miles Edgeworth. I'm a member of the security team. All new arrivals, please do not hesitate to contact me if you have either questions regarding security or a desire to volunteer; we are always looking for new recruits. Similarly, if you run into any troubles or find yourself in distress of any sort, kindly inform us.

[And, moving onto the meat of this post:]

While I am not normally one to give any sort of credence to claims of psychic phenomena and the like without significant proof of the same, the past month quite definitively proved that some degree of...mental connection is possible on-board this ship. And given the proliferation of reports of experiencing flashes of memory from an unknown source in the past day, it seems that another sort of mental connection may well have been established. Moreover, it sounds as though several people have perhaps seen different things.

Here is my request for you all. Please use this broadcast to compare and contrast what you did see. Anyone who seems to have experienced memories of the same individuals, speak forth on the matter. If we spread information as widely as possible, the likelihood of our defeating whatever threat or development that might be looming on the horizon is considerably heightened.

I shall begin. The situation I saw in this memory occurred, apparently, after Captain Gallagher went mad, as we have seen attested in data recovered in the past. The man whose memory I received was lost in the depths of the ship. He encountered a woman named Matine, an individual he trusted; he found her in a state of madness herself. The memory concluded with her murdering him.

[A slight, grim pause.]

Please contribute what you witnessed.

[Two faces appear on screen. Well, one pale face wearing a rather lot of black eyeliner and one skull. It’s like a face. Really. They are both smiling, though the one with a skull may have less of a choice in that regards thanks to his permanent grin. The perky goth one speaks up first]

Okay, we’ve been getting a lot of questions so we figured we’d clear it up. We’re Death.

YES BOTH OF US.

And no, he can’t not talk like that.

IT COMES WITH HAVING NO VOCAL CHORDS.

[The voice in question sounds like the slamming of crypt doors, or tombstones falling over. And more importantly it bypases the whole “being heard” bit, to just appear in your head.]

Some people find it easier to call us Didi and Bill. That works for us.

[Her voice, on the other hand, sounds perfectly human]

AND BEFORE ANYONE ASKS. WE ARE NOT FROM THE SAME WORLD. I AM THE DEATH OF THE DISCWORLD.

I’m from... well, it doesn’t have a name. The one where Earth has a remarkable number of superheroes. That also means that neither of us is actually on duty here.

IF THERE IS A DEATH OF THIS WORLD. WE HAVE YET TO SEE THEM.

And... if you have any questions [Because everyone always does] we’ll do our best to answer them.

((Tag Order: You--> Didi--> Bill... though they may start finishing each other's sentences))

[No Octopus suit for you this time, Tranquility. Instead, LB is in her typical silver plug suit looking down at the communicator, set on her bed. Hell yes, she was bored, but at this point, she was smart enough to not explore very far without supervision -- and supervision would make it all pointless anyway.

But hey, it's been a while since she's said anything on the network anyway -- odd, considering she felt more at ease on the network than dealing directly with people -- might as well have a little fun with it.]

Heheheh... so I've been here probably about a year? [Because with everyone apparently missing a jump, who knows how much time had really passed.] But I still never really get used to how peaceful this place is, compared to where I came from.

[Yes, really.]

That got me thinking, though. In my world, nearly every soldier was named after an animal their superiors felt represented them. Like -- eheheh -- someone who was swift and efficient might be called "Eagle" or someone who eats a lot would be called "Pig". Or if you were a really useful, sometimes they'd add something you're famous for before your title. Like, uh, Sniper Wolf and Vulcan Raven were legendary soldiers, were I was from. And me? I somehow got two with Laughing Octopus and Laughing Beauty.

[Her shoulders raise up in a shrug.] Don't ask me why they thought the second name was necessary -- eeheehee -- I'm not really sure myself.

But, anyway! If you had to choose your own name, what do you think they'd choose for you?

[LB sometimes liked to think of names for other people she knew, but she might as well open the floor to everyone else; get to know more people in the process.]

[rikku is slouched over her work table, which is actually just two bureaus shoved together and covered in tools and various bits and pieces of metal and paper. the comm itself is propped up against one of those random bits of metal, and has turned on thanks to a stray screwdriver bumping into it. rikku herself is wearing her jumpsuit--well, half of it. it's unzipped and pooled at her waist--she's just got her bikini top on beneath it, along with a pair of goggles over her eyes. for safety.

a couple of spheres (five, to be exact) are rolling around on the table, glowing faintly. she pays no mind to them except when one gets a little too close to the edge of the table--then she gently nudges it back with whatever happens to be in her hand.

she is currently prodding at some sort of device, round and flat and about the size of a medium plate. there are round recesses carved into it, along with a strange design. the skeleton of a small machine is where she directs her words:]

Alrighty, I think I've got it this time. If it works, we're back in business, little buddy.

[she sits up, shoving the goggles away from her face to inspect her work. she grabs a soldering gun, makes a last-minute fix, and then stands, biting her lip a bit, clipping the device to her belt.]

Here goes nothing. Or something. Hopefully a lot of something.

[she closes her eyes and, for a moment, it doesn't seem like anything will happen. then there's a low hum, growing louder by the second. she grins for a brief second, and suddenly panic appears on her face. there's a loud zap sound, she yelps, jumping and lurching into the desk. the comm falls over, focusing on a worn-out piece of paper. rikku herself is not happy.]

Shiva's freezing tits, what now! Sheesh, can't a girl catch a break with anything?

[she's scrabbling around on the desk again, and notices that the comm is on. she picks it up with one hand, rubbing at her forehead with the other.]

So, uh. Man, this shouldn't surprise me anymore. It always happens when I blow something up. Anyway, anybody know much about machina? Or magic. Or both! Both would be good.

[ On comes the comm and out pops Cibo's surprisingly cheerful tone. To friends, this might seem like an abrupt change in attitude. A welcome abrupt change considering the circumstances of the prior jump. We're taking it as a small blessing that comes with the newest inspiration. ]

I'm interested in starting a... business of sorts! [ She hasn't really mentioned this to anyone either. In fact, she only just thought of it a while earlier so the idea is still scattered around in her head. Give her just a few moments to actually think of where she wants to begin with this.

And don't mind her as she begins to animate the stream of imagination with hand gestures. ] I'm not skilled in architecture, but I would like to have it set with a kitchen area against one wall— leaving it separated by a bar and open to the lounge which will have small tables for group seating or chairs for single seating.

Perhaps a simple writing on the concrete walls— I have yet to decide what it will say though. But I would like to make it in a fashion of my City... That's what I'd like for it to be themed from. Except... It will be much more pleasant! I promise!

[ Oh! Something also very important! ] I would like to serve small sweets and drinks to anyone who would like them. I am not particularly sure what that will consist of... I'm open to requests! Please text recipes to my comm if you have anything specific you would like me to make as well.

Also, if anyone is interested in helping me out at any time, you are absolutely welcome to! I will probably need some help to start with anyway...

[ A small shrug and then she's outtie!

With the feed cut, she switches to texting a few friends real fast. ]

[ when the feed begins, finch is sitting cross-legged on his bed, a pile of fabric in his lap that's probably the jumpsuit. he's holding one of the legs in a hand and there's a needle stuck through a seam that he's evidently been repairing. finch himself looks tired, drawn, a little too thin (he's definitely not eating often enough, though that's at least in part his fault), and his hair's pulled back with a few fruit-shaped clips, exposing vivid copper-colored eyes.

he tugs the needle through the seam, fingers rolling the tiny bit of metal between them as he glances back up. ]

I was thinking, you know, I oughta' get another tattoo. [ in the tank-top he's wearing, it's evident that he has a number of tattoos already, but-- ] I've been getting one every year since I could first sweet-talk my way into the chair. [ he ties the knot off, breaking the thread with his teeth and then shoving the jumpsuit aside. he brushes the tip of the needle over his thumb, pricking it lightly, before reaching across the device to set it down somewhere. he leans back again, then, licking the drop of blood off his skin with a shrug. ] It's a weird kinda'.. thing I do. Because I haven't killed anyone. 'Cause I'm still alive. 'Cause I'm not anyone's pet sex-monster. [ a quirk of his mouth, leaning back on his palms. ]

--Anyway, if I do--and I know there's people on this tub that can do it--it's gotta' be unique, you know? I could, uh, use some help with ideas. Just saying.

[ another shrug! then he reaches up, turns off the feed. ]

[ Cibo had been relatively absent from communications since the jump. And now her voice calmly presents itself onto the network like no big thang. ]

I'm not used to losing someone and feeling so...

[ Searching for Scout became her main focus before she couldn't safely go much further into the ship. If Scout were even still on the ship; She's definitely been around long enough to realize that sometimes passengers disappear during the jumps. She's not ready to think about it that way just yet.

Actually, she'd rather just not think about it at all. ]

Does anyone know of anything that might help take the mind off of it for a while? I'm up for anything at this point.

[ the video feed flickers on, showing a face peering way, way too close into the camera, squinting at it curiously. it takes jion a moment to realize that it's recording and pull back, gingerly moving his hands away from where he's set the device down on a table and sitting back in his chair. he smiles at the camera, but his smile has the distinct edge of something nervous and awkward about it. ]

Uh. Hi! It seemed like saying somewhere here was the proper thing to do, so I thought I should do it. Um -- [ a pause as he looks off to the side, as if he's been taking notes on what to say. ] I'm Jion. I'm a combat medic, though I was on leave right before I ended up here. So, I guess that was pretty funny timing?

[ a somewhat nervous laugh before he continues. ]

But uh, I'm pretty boring.

And I was more interested in -- . Like, I heard we're in space, and this is a spaceship and all, and I heard that there're othe -- uh, that there's people here who aren't just normal humans?

[ he sounds a little more excited now, sitting forward to look into the camera with great anticipation. he almost seems jittery at the prospect of non-humans being here. ]

An' I think that's so cool! I don't want to be rude or anything, but I really wanna know more about that. Uh, if anyone wants to talk about it, I mean! I'd appreciate that a lot.

[Takeshi is near the front doors of the oxygen gardens, because some people would totally have a heatherfit if he were far off in the halls. Which he was, but shhh, we don't need to let Ned or Heather know that.]


Don't fight!!

Don't fight each other, there are real monsters to fight--don't fight pirates! Pirates, please don't fight, too! --why are we all not getting along? There are scary things we can stop together; we can give each other stuff. We can be really smart and not hurt each other!

[Huff--this is hopeless, but he hates how scared or angry people are. And if not those two, then too willing to fight people who could have easily been with them.

Hitting someone who hurts your friends, he gets. Hitting a monster, he gets.

But--when did it end up where you're enemies just because?]

I saw some of the pirates. They talked to me before. They talked to you, too! Some might be bad, but maybe they're not bad; maybe they're just playing the game, and they're scared of losing. They're just trying to get their points so they don't die. [What, that makes total sense. To him it does, anyway.]

I--maybe I can talk to them. Maybe we can talk and make this better. People're getting hurt.

And stealing is wrong. Stop stealing from us! Stop shooting stuff! Why're we fighting if we don't got any reason to fight? We're not monsters. Nobody's monsters. Why are we fighting when we're all not monsters??

....

We're all just people... 

... I don't get it...

[attempted but obviously failed lock away from Murphy, because how does Anne technology?]

[The last time Anne appeared on the network, she was more or less a blubbering mess. Now, she has her composure back, and she's as unflappable as ever as she gives the camera a slightly intimidating stare. It isn't even intentional. It's just the way she looks.]

I hate to use the network to resort to begging, but I need some cooking tips, if you have them. Whatever you can tell me is fine. There's someone I want to cook for, but as of right now... it'd probably do more harm than good.

[After her last fiasco, it's clear she needs all the help she can get.]

I just need to get to a point where I won't kill anyone with whatever I end up with. I'm not looking to become the next iron chef.

[ the video begins with finch perched somewhere in what looks like the bar, blond hair pulled back in a short tail. he lifts a hand in a brief wave, mouth quirking in a small, almost startlingly charming smile. (maybe not so startling if you already know what he is.) ]

Uh. Hey, Tranquility. Figured it was a good time to-- [ a pause, expression taking on a faintly sheepish note as he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. welp. even if it's kind of necessary, it still feels strange, sometimes. ]

Well, anyway. Two things! [ he glances back at the feed, holding up his index and middle fingers, wiggling them. ] First thing's first, for those of you who're new this jump-- Hi. I'm Finch, and this is a personal ad. I'm the resident incubus, unless another one came with this crowd. Now what the hell does that mean for all of you, you ask. Well, I'm glad you're wondering, 'cause it means a couple of things.

[ he leans back a little, blowing a few strands of hair off his brow. ]

First of all, yeah, I really do fuck to eat. Which means that I'm always looking for people willing to go to bed with me once or twice a week. If you do volunteer, side effects are that I'm gonna' know exactly what you want in bed and how to give it to you, so if you're hiding shit, you may not be interested-- though who the fuck am I to judge what gets you off, right? Second-- you'll be pretty exhausted for a couple of hours afterward, but some sleep should fix that.

[ a shrug. ] So that's the first thing. The second, ah-- [ despite himself, he actually looks a little embarrassed at this. ] I was, uh, trying to go back to school before I was kidnapped, so. I dunno', if there are teachers or.. I just wanna' start studying again, you know? I also kinda' need a job. I was an assistant for a tattoo artist back home, but I pick shit up quick, so.. [ a vaguely uncomfortable glance, copper coloured eyes sliding away again. ] Let me know if you need some help with something, right? It's good for me to keep busy.

[ the feed begins with the phone apparently propped up on the bed, and a tiny figure standing in the video as if it's a full-length mirror. roughly five inches tall, in jeans and a halter-top, with lavender-ish coloured hair, wide, startled-looking blue eyes, and.. well, yeah, there's no way around it. he (she?) also has fairy wings, which are settled neatly along his back.

he offers a slightly uncertain smile, reaching out to place hands on the glass curiously, touching fingers to it, then pulling them away again to wiggle them in a shy wave. ] Hullo! I-- I hope I'm doing this right. I suppose it's a.. a phone, but I've never used one before, so..

[ he shifts a little from bare foot to bare foot, hands curling in the hem of his shirt, wings lifting a little behind him. ]

My name is Lute, and I'm new. I don't think any of the pack is here, and I'm sure my owner isn't, as he would have found me by now, probably. So I suppose I'm here alone.

[ he glances down, toeing at the sheets, chewing on his lower lip. ] Um. I-- You see, I'm not a big person---obviously, I suppose---and I.. It's sort of hard for me to live in a place like this, which is built for big people. And I've never been on my own before, so I don't suppose anyone would.. be interested in a roommate?

[ he rocks up on his toes, expression hopeful. ] I don't take up much space! And I'm very quiet! I can sleep on a shelf if I have a bit of bedding. [ he trails off, then brightens again. ] .. Is there a library here? I saw someone with a book earlier, and I-- I'm allowed to read whatever I like here, aren't I?

[ a brief, searching glance, then a polite little nod. ] .. Um. That's all. Thank you! [ he reaches out, and the feed ends. ]

[Today, LB is fully decked out in her Octopus suit to address the network. It might be odd, since she wasn't presently in danger, but she still had a good reason for it. Also, keep in mind that her voice is an oddly distorted mixtures of her normal voice and a deeper, gruffer voice.]

Good evening, Tranquility. Or is it day? Heeheehee? Who knows, in space.

Well now, despite getting mixed up in the hallways, the latest adventure was a little fun, don't you think~?

[She gives an exaggerated, playful shrug. Yes, she's being dead serious here.]

But that's not why I'm making my message -- hahaha -- judging from the reactions of others I've run into, I'm assuming about half of you are loading up your guns in preparation to slay me. So as a common courtesy, let me get one thing straight: I am not one of the monsters running around here! So quit shooting at me!

[After three times of being shot at or almost being shot at, LB was getting really sick of having her life threatened for no good reason. Dammit, Zer0, Mordecai, and Lilith, what was wrong with you guys?!

She then points to the camera with a metal tipped finger, continuing.]

So if you still feel like shooting me, I'm going to shoot right back? Or maybe I'll put a tentacle through your stomach -- heheheh -- depends on my mood. So don't fuck with me, got it?

[Right, right. This was all starting to deviate from informative to more threatening than she intended to. Raising her hand to one of her straps, she rubs at it as she reels back.]

Uh, anyway, nice talking to you all.



[OOC: She'll be out of her suit and speaking with her regular voice by the time people start replying. She just wanted to play show and tell, okay.]

You poor things, I worry so much.

Tell me what you see.

-S.

[ It's been a long, long time, Tranquility. Maybe it's time to test the waters again—especially important for a man who is so 'hush-hush,' but it's left to you to determine if this holds any meaning. So much time, so much silence ( what exactly could be done in that time? ). It scratches at the nerves, doesn't it?

What do you think? ]