Hi Tranquility.

[ Meet Peter Parker, who doesn't often use video, but video seems like a less weird medium in this moment. The effects of his sickness are pretty much gone, and apparently, he's shacked up in Communication despite his designation being blank, department-wise. In the background is Harry Osborn, who appears to be ignoring what's happening, despite that Peter takes a moment to adjust the sit of his video feed to include him. ]

Peter, here. Um. When I first got here, I asked around for music players and stuff, and-- that's not a great barter system, obviously, especially if you can't even reliably charge your devices, so, we -- this guy, me, other people -- would like to bring you Spunes.

As in like tunes, space tunes. Not cutlery.

[ There is a pause, as if he's considering how he could have delivered that better. Behind him, Harry briefly lowers his face into his hands. ]

Yep, um. So, it's an app you can download onto your comms device -- I'll attach a link to the download to this -- and you can listen to music through it. We have caught up to the early 2000s, technologically, so, yay, for that. The, uh, the music actually comes from you. Right now we have one person's iPod treasures uploaded, but we'll need more, probably, no offense Darcy.

[ Harry interjects, without actually looking up-- ] Lewis, I’ve seen your contributions and I’m ashamed of you.

--we are accepting all music, so don't worry about that. Um, so yeah, if you wanna share, contact this guy at zero-32, zero-21, he will be nice. Or. You know. He'll upload your music, anyway. If you need help charging your devices, I've been working with Hank McCoy to make some chargers that'll be compatible with-- this place, generally, but we may need to customise based on what models you have, so let us know.

I think that's it. I'll play us out, how about that.

[ The video feed shifts a little as he fidgets with its controls, and then 'Fancy' by Iggy Azalea suddenly all but overpowers the feed. He grins immediately. ]

Oh man, Harry, it's your song.

[ Cue dancing. Not a lot of dancing. Just chair-grooving, definitely lip syncing, but it's enough to provoke reaction in the form of Harry’s slow, deliberate rise from his chair. He turns. He considers his options. Upon conclusion, he kneels on his rolling chair with one knee and uses the other foot to slowly, purposefully and very quietly close the distance, coming up behind Peter like he’s Jaws.

With great sense of solemnity, he catches Peter by the head and shoves his face into his armpit. ]

Make him stop.

[ Peter's grasping hands pause, and resume a kind of hand dance, but then the video ends. ]

[ As promised, there is an attachment that leads to the app tagged onto the post. Feel free to go nuts with it! ]

[ it's just a voice post, because amy pond is just vain enough not to want to spread her puffy face over the network when she's ill, and she's feeling too awful to put any effort into her appearance, either.

her voice, too, sounds wrong- hoarse, interrupted by coughing. ]

Well, this is bloody miserable.

[ attached to the voice message is the fragment of a text message that, instead of finding its intended recipient, is now all over the network: ]

--- want pretzels. and ice.

[Thankfully, for once, this isn't a security alert. Or maybe not so thankfully, because Taylor thinks she'd know how to deal with an incident like that way better than how she's been dealing with this one. The constant press of memories and invasion of privacy has left her tired, and while she looks (as usual) aggravated by something as she flicks the feed on, it seems just as dulled at the edges as when they were all suffering from insomnia.

But at least she doesn't have to talk much for this video.]

I just punched a wall.

[She holds her left hand up in demonstration, the skin on her middle knuckle split and bloody, the rest already starting to bloom red in early bruising. It's bad form, but she hadn't exactly wanted to take the time to wrap them, and lessening the pain would've defeated the point.]

If your hand hurts like this, stop what you're doing and contact me immediately.

[There's a pause, and she's pretty sure that whoever she's linked with has stopped, but just in case they decide that was a fluke and start up again--]

If you don't stop what you're doing, I'm gonna keep punching the wall.

[Not that she ever looks like she's joking, but she very evidently isn't right now.]

[Eponine appears on the network, obviously a little panicked about something. She had been trying to reach Jehan, but unfortunately, she was not adept enough at technology to filter it to him.]

Monsieur? Monsieur, I have done a bad thing - but we are friends, are we not? You will not listen to the Inspector, will you? We will still be friends, won't we?

[Impatiently, she pushed her messy fringe out of her eyes.]

He is a horrible man, you know. He deserved it, I think. [She shrugged and sighed]

I wish he were gone; life here, even when I bled from my eyes, was pleasant before he came. I do not think it will remain so now.

Causa latet, vis est notissima fontis.

[ and if lucrezia is bothered by -- well, everything, it doesn't show. if anything, she insists on a smile that is brilliant and light as she sits on her swing in the garden, feet bare and the edge of her dress painted green as if she were sitting on the grass before ]

The cause is hidden, but the result is known.

[ and how true that seems to be, isn't it Tranquility? the cause is always hidden and the result is always known; and a bit too late, at that. ]

But why wait until mine are known? I would play a game, Tranquility, and spoil my own surprises. A memory for a memory and a secret for a secret.

[ and who does not want a secret from a Borgia? ]

If I shall find a daring enough partner.

[Amy’s rubbing her forehead, and most of her blue nail polish looks chewed off. When she takes her hand away, there’s shadows under her eyes.

Her lipstick is still pretty perfect though.]

I don't mind not sleeping when it's something worth staying up for. Parties or watching the sun rise on some far off beach or even looking for someone.

[She says that part a little louder, like she thinks the Doctor can actually hear her. Wherever he is.]

But it’s been days without a proper rest, and I’m starting to see new imaginary friends and I don’t want them.

Come on. I know someone's got a boring story around here. Hasn’t someone ever watched paint dry or…caught a big fish only to have it get away?

[Right, okay. She can do this. It's just a piece of technology and Jenny's good with that. The video clicks on to show a young woman with bright blond hair pulled into a ponytail and a plain olive green shirt. This particular girl is standing near a window in the shuttle bay. When she speaks it's with a decidedly British accent - for those that even know what that means.]

Hello, I'm Jenny. [She gives everyone a smile before turning her attention to more serious matters.]

This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I set out to explore the universe. If I'd wanted to be stuck somewhere I would have stayed on Messaline. Out of the tunnels and into the hallways isn't much of a change. What do you people do here for fun besides get creepy things in your locker?

Does anyone know if people's ships show up here? I don't exactly know what happened to my escape shuttle so if it turns up let me know. I'd like it back, it's something I borrowed. [Borrowed she says with a bit of amusement. Who knows when she'll get the chance to return it.]

Seems my dad might've been here at one point. [Not that Jenny recognized the face to go with the name. Technically it isn't really even a name.] Can't say I'm surprised, he does travel a lot. So if any of you know the Doctor, I'd like to meet you.

[Okay, now she's done.]

Right, thanks.

[There's a ginger on the screen, a pretty face with fiery eyes. When she speaks, it's with a Scottish accent and a bite in her words.]

Am I the only one who thinks it's a bit boring that we're on a spaceship that's not actually going anywhere? Where's the saphire planets? Where's the American Doughboys marching off to war?

Where's Rio! Why do I have the outfit for that if we're not even going!

[Amy sighs, frustrated. There's no way she's the only person who sees how lame this is.]

Even this ship isn't so impressive. Oh sure, it's big, but isn't it big on the outside too? What sort of a boring spaceship is that? Anyone could do that! The next thing you know, they'll be forcing us all to wear bow ties to make it seem interesting!

[Sorry Doctor, they're still not cool.]

Whatever. If anyone sees a Roman with a stupid face and a nose marching about, send him straight to room 021 » 003. That's the only thing that's going to make me like this ship better.

Uh. Hello. Since everyone's sort of introducing themselves and we're all stuck here, I thought I should probably... also do that.

I'm Rory Williams, I'm from Earth and I'm a nurse. Was a nurse. [ Technically never was one, also I'm a security guard on the lookout for threats these days more than anything. Ha. No. Way too much to get into. ] I mean, it's a little complicated. But I'm definitely still qualified and I'm always awake, so. If anybody needed a nurse for... some reason. I'll be around.

[ Annnnnd so tempted to ask, so tempted. Ever that should I/shouldn't I dilemma, only it's not a very big one, he's asking anyway. ] Sorry, really need to clarify something. The universe isn't ending right now, right? You can't exactly fly a ship through something that doesn't exist, so I've kind of been assuming it's all clear. Just for the record. Um. Thank you.

[ when the screen turns on, there's the face of a very pretty ginger — pretty but annoyed. she looks like she's done this a hundred times. maybe she has. maybe people will recognize that. or just her face. she hopes. ]

Right then. Enough of this rubbish. My name's Amy Pond, and since apparently nobody's in charge I can't really ask, 'take me to your leader; I come in peace.' And all that.

[ a beat, as she takes a quick glance around. come on, she's on an spaceship. it's got to work at least once. ]

So, I want to know if anybody's at least seen an alien wearing a bow tie. Except he doesn't look alien, he looks human. He's called the Doctor. If he's out there, then he better show his backside right now.

[ she looks like she might cut the message short right there, but another thought occurs to her. she lifts her eyebrows, lips pouting into a perfect 'o.' ]

Oh, sorry. Err, one more question. It's actually really important. Did anybody here come from Canada?

[he knows he can't stop anyone from going, which is fifty percent of the reason he makes this a public broadcast instead of filtered. his transmissions starts with a file transfer. it comes with a photo pulled of the subnetwork, and detailing how to get to the start of the maze, located next to the Oxygen Garden. he'd rather people be informed than go wandering about, after all.]

{file transfer::// START.jpg}

Alright people, whatever we've caught is lethal. We need people in fit condition [or as close to it] to be assisting in the search. Anyone heading into the maze, do not go alone, do not go unarmed, and be careful.


Enterprise, we leave at 16:00 hours.



[ooc; feel free to use this post as IC coordination for heading into the maze/forming groups if you want! also this is pinging anyone Jim might not have talked to about going into the maze with him, ie: Asato, Godric, Todd, Jane Sheppard, Jack, etc.]

[There's a burst of binary coming from a source outside the device - John did, in fact, spend the last couple of hours setting this up on the laptop that came with him.]

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01001001001000000110010001101111011011100010011101110100001000000110101101101110011011110111011100100000011101110110100001111001001000000100100100100000011001010111011001100101011011100010000001100010011011110111010001101000011001010111001000101110

[The repeated ones and zeroes end. Finally. Thank god.]

If I ask a few questions, how many answers would I get? Questions like who's been here the longest, or is there a discernable population on board? How many people are on this ship?

Where is the food coming from? The water? How is the gravity functioning?

Answers?

[Yeah, apologies for the binary on audio are not forthcoming.]


[ooc: if your character for whatever reason can understand binary, they're welcome to know what that was all about!]

I've heard - and seen, my apologies to those who have dealt with me learning this device in the past few days - that I can speak to others without being in the same room as they.

[Excuse me, intruder alert. A raven lands beside Jon and starts screaming:

SNOW, SNOW]

I don't have any corn for you, go away.

[This is apparently not good enough.

CORN, CORN]

Go away.

[There's a flutter and Jon goes back to what he was saying.]

As I began: I'm Jon Snow, and I'm seeking any members of the Night's Watch. I'm not sure if any of them have come, but if you're here, we should meet at once.

[Okay you had your moment, the raven is back. SNOW, SNOW.]

....also if anyone has any corn, I would be in your debt.

[She's been thinking since she's been back. Kara Thrace -- the Harbinger -- seems to have kept quiet about what she and her sister are. She's seen Caprica on the network, but she hasn't gone to her in person just yet.]

It looks like I've missed more than I'm comfortable with. If someone could concisely sum up the most important events of the last few months, I'd be grateful.

[She laughs quietly.]

It's strange. Minutes at home, a hundred days here. Has anyone else experienced something like this?

[ amy is staring directly at the screen, her eyes narrowed. she's wearing her own clothes (blue skinny jeans, a purple shirt, and a leather jacket) which she found in her locker, because there is no way that she is wearing that stupid jumpsuit. ]

So, just to be clear. We're all prisoners here, taken from different worlds against our will and none of you have any clue what's going on. What exactly do you all do here then? And these tattoos better come off!

[ she crosses her arms over her chest, surely if the Doctor was here they would have figured it out by now, but he's not. and that sucks. ]

Doctor? Doctor if you're somehow getting this...

[ oh, what is the point? he's probably not going to get it. he probably thinks she's dead. or...oh no, what if something happened to him?! ]

...I'm here. Uh, wherever here is.