[ neal's been bored, and that survey-- and the guy giving it-- have been amusing him for a while. now it's his turn, obviously. he turns a studiously serious face down to the camera. ]

Since surveys have already proved so effective, I thought I'd toss my hat into the ring. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Moz, don't touch my hats.

[ this is not an evil smile, what. ]

Enjoy, and remember to answer candidly and as completely as you can.

1. What is your name? 2. What is your quest? (Consider this my Python shoutout.) 3. What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up? 4. Are you now, or have you ever been, a member of the Kardashian party? 5. In exactly 27 words, explain why surveys are a noneffective method of answer gathering. 6. Cary Grant + Humphrey Bogart = ?, explain your answer. 7. New York, New York, it's a hell of a town. True. 8. He who has it doesn't tell it. He who takes it doesn't know it. He who knows it doesn't want it. What is it? 9. In essay form, please explain why the waistcoat is an important part of any suit. 10. Neruda, Dali, and Kierkegaard enter a bar. Finish the punchline. 11. Why are the Kardashians famous? If you can explain this in a way that makes any sense, without the words 'Paris Hilton', you get a prize. 12. Let's talk about the Oxford comma. 13. Go ahead and make up your own question here. 14. Name the most important of the Three Stooges. 15. Name the least appealing item on the McDonald's menu. (This is a trick question.) 16. Why are you bothering with this survey? 17. Name the most influential painter of the 18th century. 18. LA Confidential was robbed during the '97 Oscars, this isn't an opinion. 19. If you were going to vote for President of the World, who would you elect? 20. Kraft "cheese": science's worst mistake. This one isn't a question either. 21. Name your top ten poets. 22. Monet and Manet are two different painters. Discuss. <b>Agree or disagree with the following statements.</b> 23. Surveys are a waste of time. 24. Big Brother is watching you. 25. Anyone with a Mario mustache deserves the teasing they get. 26. Questions with absolute answers are boring. 27. I deserve a drycleaners.

( locked :: CHAPEL HILL :: encryption 100% )


( locked :: DUNDEE :: encryption 100% )


( locked :: ROBB STARK :: encryption 100% )


( locked :: TECH STUDENTS :: encryption 50% )


[ ooc; attempts to hack, monitor, or otherwise poke at the private encryptions will flag aberdeen's attention. and, depending on who you are, she will poke you back. the 'tech student' filter is specifically for individuals who were paired with aberdeen as a result of spock's call for security tech instruction. if you haven't dropped yourself onto aberdeen's student list, please free to do so now and just assume that aberdeen's included your character on the filter. ]

[ Ariadne just looks quietly into the device, quietly attempting to find the right words for her thoughts, as her brow furrows slightly as she does.

Finally stating with a small sigh and a crinkle of her nose: ] I'm sure some of you have noticed the maps aren't exactly the most accurate of things.

[ whoever the architect is that created this damn dream is good, because it’s really hard to keep up with the changes. clearly Ariadne looks slightly annoyed about that fact and she can't help but frown slightly at it all, as she lets out a low sound in thought, before she is asking with curiosity. ]

So I'm wondering if any of you have any found any new corridors or rooms that I haven't added to the maps, because I'd love to see them if you have.

[ a pause and her brow is arching slightly in question, adding: ] Also. With everything that has been going on, has anyone thought about perhaps having a town hall style meeting? It might give us all a chance to talk in person and not just through these devices. At least that way, more of us could be on the same page with things.


( Locked to Arthur � 004 � 081 and the Wraith OPR � 001 � 099 | encrypted 85% )

 

[ he's been deliberating where to begin with these thoughts for some time now, but Spock has never been the type to follow impulse in place of old fashioned consideration. when the feed begins, he's seated as he always is, meticulously composed, with his fingers steepled in his lap. for anyone who's come to know him thus far, it's a sign in and of itself, of how carefully he's treading. ]

Tranquility, this is Spock.

In light of recent events, I find it relevant to suggest that the vessel's security team, while consistently reliable, is only one variant thereof. Recent transmissions from an anonymous source largely referred to as smiley, have illuminated the insufficiency of our attempts to both locate the source and individual responsible. I am aware that we have several individuals aboard who consider technological security and the bypass thereof- a specialty, and I am equally aware that despite these assets, we have gleaned, comparably, very little.

I believe we would benefit significantly from teaching these skills to others and forming a technical security network, for the express purpose of tracking, locating, and attempting to engage this individual.

I can offer no personal guarantees regarding the success or, at this interim, the establishment of such a unit. However, I would not be averse to conversing with interested parties. If you possess technical proficiency of any kind or the inclination to learn, your participation would be welcome.

[ it's here that his mouth tightens marginally at the corner. when Spock speaks again, his focus has changed, and his tone sobers. not that he isn't perpetually dry to begin with. ]

At this time, I believe I should clarify that while these anonymous messages are most engaging, I am not of the opinion that we should offer them exclusive focus. The Tranquility remains in a state of perpetual disrepair and remarkably little is intimately understood about it's origins and technology. While a surveillance team will likely provoke further questions, it does not eliminate those we have failed to answer thus far.

Passenger OPR»002»035, Issac Clarke has requested assistance in the exploration of our engineering systems, but we would also likely benefit from investigation of any and all available historical records on board.

Spock out.

( filter to ward, resnik, kirk |encrypted 100% )



[ ooc; this would be a ping for aberdeen, todd, tali, atton, ismene, sulu, buffy, am, chase, caprica &anyone else willing to offer themselves up as a teacher. if it's alright with you kids- i'm handwaving that he's sent you all private requests to teach- either because he knows you, or has seen your capabilities thus far.

innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn the interest of speeding some of the cr building along i threw a sign up over here :3 ]

[Alex has decided that until he found a better way to deal with this, he has to use video on this network. Otherwise, no one was going to be able to tell him and the other Alex apart. At least--for now.]

Look, I apologize in advance for the lack of filters on this message. The technology here is a bit more than I'm used to; still trying to get the hang of it.

[If someone wants to teach him, by all means.

Letting out a breath, he works his jaw slightly, again taking time to phrase out his words. Calling people out on the network is always a gamble, and as he hasn't learned how to sort through the system yet, he isn't even sure if these people are here. But hey--it's worth a shot.]

First off--if anyone knows a guy named Eames, Arthur, or a girl named Ariadne [He thinks that was her name] I'd appreciate if you or they got in touch with me. I got some information that might interest them.

[He shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly.]

I was wondering if there are any sparring groups set up on board already? Working out by myself is fine, but I'd rather have someone to go up against if possible.

[And then the big question; the one that's been bothering him since he arrived here. He hates talking so much as it is (when half the people aren't really going to give a shit, at least), but this one was probably the most important.]

And... does anyone know if there is a secure bunker on board? Like 'survive a nuclear explosion' secure.

[He needed somewhere to practice his powers, damn it, without blowing a hole in the hull.]

So uh..that's it. Thanks, or whatever.

[And he shuts the feed down.]

[ The feed clicks on and, for a while, all you get is the shift of a hand writing something on a page. The paper in question isn't in view, but the curl of his hand is — a short scrawl, tight but not illegible, from the way his wrist shifts. Arthur thinks about not picking up the device at all and deleting what's been recorded so far but he doesn't, instead choosing to set the pen down angling it so he can speak directly and clearly to the screen. He looks rough but it's not in his overt presentation, not with his tie neat and the collar secure and his cufflinks done up. It's in his eyes, the pinch of his brow — Arthur looks tired. But that's really not any of your business. There's a reason for all this face-time too. Demon-free, and all that. ]

I need to know how this— [ His brows draw together; it isn't exactly his field of expertise beyond using it as some on-the-nose symbolism. ] demon possession happened.

[ He taps the pen idly on the surface of his desk, tap-tap-tap. After a beat, he adds: ]

And how to stop it from happening again.

[ Another long, long beat. He sets the device down and it's almost like he's forgotten that the feed is on. He hasn't and, eventually, Arthur huffs out a laugh. ]

I also need a new pen.




( ooc | all replies will be in perma-text unless otherwise marked! )

 [Usually Dean's not one to hide his face from the network, but today is different. This particular hunter has been missing for weeks thanks to his little boy scout mission to find the other missing passengers. Some he sent back and hopes they at least got a half-decent welcome when they arrived among the rest of the makeshift crew. Others he's come across haven't been quite that lucky; he hadn't made it in time. 

Only now has he returned to the community at large, the tiredness and hunger finally driving him back into the arms of what's become familiar. He's been back an hour by the time he makes his first broadcast to the network in a while, the lack of visual representation thanks to the large, dark circles around his eyes, the fact he's lost weight and the hair that's less short back and sides than usual. What is clear from the moment he opens his mouth is that he's eating an obscenely large mouthful of food when he greets everyone.]

I was expectin' a party when I came back. Where's the beer and the half-naked chicks wearin' leis and all that good stuff? [Fine, so maybe he wasn't really expecting a party when he's actually managed to be stealthy in his return. All he's wanted for the last few weeks is a large amount of food to choke on and a soft bed to sleep in. Even boy scouts need their comforts at times. He won't talk about what he did or didn't find until he's caught up with certain people, but other than that he's actually kind of grateful to be back.

There are a few more audible chews before the feed cuts and he switches to a couple of private messages - only two, one mostly business and one completely necessary. There are certain other people he'll track down in person when he doesn't feel like he's about to pass out at any given moment.]


[Private - Encrypted 90% - Jim Kirk] I tried gettin' as many people back here as I could but some of them were dead when I found them. They had no chance, man. For a while I wasn't sure if I was gettin' back myself. When you got five minutes we should talk. Over on holodeck 1. Come dressed for the occasion, man. [This would be an invitation for a little one-on-one fight club action. Like in the old days. Dean just needs that pain, that physical contact, to remind him he's not alone on this goddamn spaceship.]

[Private - Encrypted 90% - Cas] Cas? Where are you, man? Apparently prayers don't freakin' work these days... [And that's all he's going to say about the fact he actually prayed for Cas while he was lost. No more admitting he was weak for a while there.] Whatever. You okay?

[ ariadne had been mulling over what she was planning on saying for a bit now, so the moment the feed clicks in, she is looking squarely into it, her expression clearly is anything but happy - she looks outright annoyed to be honest.

a small sigh, a she is speaking into the device then. ] Look. If we don’t start making lists soon, we’re never going to be able to keep an eye out for each other. [ adding almost frustrated. ] We are in no way as organized as we should be.

[ yes she knows they are trying – or at least a handful are. but this is getting to be ridiculous to her. and she would rather prevent things like what just happened from happening again. ]

Is anyone willing to take on a few of these lists? [ her tone almost appears to be hopeful then, as she is adding: ] Maybe a list could have some of the skill sets we as passengers possess? [ she knows you all have them, it is just a matter of finding out what they are. and if you're going to share with the class of course.

again she is letting a small sigh escape her, as she quickly makes a small face at her thoughts. knowing she just needs to move onto her next topic before she loses them. ] I'm also looking to talk with the victims from the previous attack. [ a beat and she is then reassuring ] I'm not about to cause any issues for anyone involved. But I would just like to hear your thoughts on it.

So if you wouldn't mind getting in contact with me, I'd appreciate that a lot.



( locked to OPR >> 001 >> 099 | encrypted 85% )

[ admitting she's a vampire hasn't been topping jenna's list of priorities on-ship. she's spent more time as a vampire aboard the tranquility than she did at home-- she still thinks of herself as human, for crying out loud. it doesn't matter if she likes garlic on her pizza and she can still primp in mirrors, and that unless someone accidentally impales her with a large piece of wood she could probably keep her secret longer. there's a line now, and jenna's firmly on the non-human side of it, like it or not.

after todd, there are people who won't care what jenna classifies herself as, people who will be every bit as terrified as she was when klaus used ric's body to threaten her. if klaus had been the only vampire jenna had met before dying-- before he killed her, just to drive the point home-- she might still be just as afraid.

but he wasn't the only one, and jenna can't just say nothing. so she's uncharacteristically anxious before this broadcast, staring at her communicator and changing her mind a million times. finally she sighs and pushes the button, quiet as all the careful speeches she prepared slip out of her head. ]

...Hi. Hey. [ sighing, she lifts a hand to wave awkwardly. ] For those of you who don't already know me, I'm Jenna. And I'm-- [ not human. not human. god, this is ridiculous. ] --stalling. I'll just go for it, like a bandaid.

I'm Jenna, and I'm a vampire. [ her words speed up here, because she's aware nothing here sounds like more than a sincerely nice trip taking hold. ] Here, hold on.

( cut for length and potential SI triggers. )

[ Hello Ax, have a slightly nervous – yet trying like hell to keep her calm – looking Ariadne. She is just going to be looking into the device a moment, as she attempts to figure out what exactly she wants to say – or really how she wants to word her thoughts. (She has a lot of thoughts right now, okay?)

A small smile, slightly forced, but nonetheless a smile appears on her face then, as she takes a deep breath finally speaking. ] Would anyone be willing to create a roster of sort of – a passenger manifest of some kind? [ A pause, brows raised hopeful, as she is going to be looking into the screen, just wanting to give everyone a moment to think this idea over. ]   It seems like a good way to figure whose who here.

[ Her nose crinkles slightly then, as she quickly moves on to her next thought. ]  And I’ve been working on those maps and I’m wondering if anyone has anything to contribute to them -- namely in the area of that creepy door?

If you have any would you let me know? I’d like to get the maps fully drawn out soon.

[ What with two face-twins floating around somewhere, Tommy's face may seem familiar to you (though the accent isn't). But then again, it might be hard to tell given that Tommy looks exhausted and on edge, like he hasn't really slept since he arrived. (He hasn't; dealing with being in space and dealing with the fact that his shoulder somehow healed up in a matter of hours when it should've taken days has been a lot to deal with.)

He also looks uncomfortable. Hunched in his hoodie which he's pulled on over his jumpsuit, he doesn't look directly at the camera but at a point slightly below it. ]

So where's the gym?

[ He glance up at the camera for a moment but, yup, that's all he's going to say. ]

[Ataraxion, if you wanted a getaway driver from the streets of gangland, mobster-run London... well, you’ve got one now regardless.

Bob should probably be reacting with something a little more up the ‘fucking hell’ end of the scale, but he feels a bit sick and like he’s spent the last few days on a massive bender. More than that, he feels like his brain has been gathering dust, slow and sluggish where he’s expecting it to work a bit faster.

Everything seems to be just a little bit out of his reach, like thinking harder and trying to recall how he got in a weird looking pod thing with no clothes except his boxers... well, there’s kinky fucking shit and then there’s that. But even thinking as hard as he can manage despite the headache isn’t really getting him anywhere, the only thing he has managed is working out the new tattoo on his arm is a number that corresponds to a locker. And in that locker he found a jumpsuit, his lighter, chewing gum, his watch (now broken) and a car air freshener which all get shoved into the pocket of the outfit that makes him think of Formula 1 racing. At least he’s not mostly naked anymore?

But all of this culminates into the message he finally broadcasts to the network, unfiltered and unsecured. Anybody can find this if they’re looking...]

Think I might’ve fucked up somewhere back at Battersea. I... don’t exactly remember. Little help?

[ on pops the video, and again looking into the screen is one young looking brunette. (everyone’s favorite architect) this time though, she is looking slightly happier – perhaps even more calm – as she clearly is smiling into the device. (she's trying like hell to hide her fear and she seems to be doing well okay.)

a small shrug of her shoulders, her nose crinkling slightly, as her expression is eager. ] Hey. [ a small wave at the screen. ] So we've all been here for a bit now. It seems some of us have gotten to know each other as well. That's a good thing I would like to think.

So... [ her smile grows slightly larger then, as she leans into her table, her face moving closer to the screen some. ] I was wondering if anyone has actually done any exploring in this place yet? And if you have, is there anything you can offer about the details or layouts?

Are there any corridors that lead to nowhere, or maybe ones that lead to things that might be of interest to others? [ details, she just wants the DETAILS. ] I'm really curious as to how everything is laid out here, and we honestly don't have a solid idea where everything is yet. Seems sort of like a maze almost, don’t you think?

[ her nose crinkled again, as she sits back in her chair, rubbing at the back of her neck in thought. ] If you haven't explored as of yet, are any of you planning on doing so anytime soon? I would really love to tag along if you are.

Maybe we can all work something out and go as teams or something?




( filter 85% : arthur and eames (please filter this better)  )



( filter 85% : kirk, arthur, eames, spock. (teach her how to filter better.)  )




[ooc: So this is my attempt at getting teams together to search out the ship. :O  So feel free to threadjack like mofos, make up teams and work out  some ideas on how to do this. I'm sure I will make a log for exploring after all of this. SO HAVE FUN! That is the point after all. ]

[ A bit of silence, and the sound of someone clearing his throat.

Guess who finally decided to stop lurking? Thiiiis guy. ]

-- Can I say one thing, about the final frontier?

I thought it was supposed to be a little grander than this. [ THOUGHTFUL PAUSE. ] More lights, you know, and perhaps more windows in the ship so we could actually see things.

But as a measure of curiosity, show of hands, how many of us are just from good old Earth? Been to the moon and not much further, that sort of thing? Because an awful lot of you seem very at home on a bloody spaceship, and I'm feeling a little left out.

_{[ Hi Tranquility. Are you ready dor a mouthfull? Cause you're getting it. Feed clicks on to show America, apparently just out of his jumpsuit and in his boxers. He's just seated on his bed, hair tousled a bit, evidently not very concerned about his appearance even though he's addressing who knows how many people. He's too lazy to get up. He's eating out of a bag of chips that he found aboard the ship when exploring the facilities; that is what he spent all day doing.
Giving the communicator a bit of a salute, he says something incoherent with his mouth full before flashing a grin. ]}

HEEEEEY YOU GUYS. EVENING, DUDES, THIS IS YOUR HERO SPEAKING. GOT SOME IMPORTANT TO SAY. You better listen up, I've also got a surprise for you all! _{[ He adjusts his posture, throat clearing. ]}

Hahaha, righto! SO! If you are unfamiliar with EARTH, or whatever, I've been awesomely awesome as usual and drew myself a map for you dudes so you can understand the very, VERY, important things about the Earth I've graciously drawn out for you. Yeah, I'm a nice guy! Hahahaaha! So, here we go! It looks something like THIS, are you ready?? Tony, bro, if you will please!

_{[ A little grey alien jumps into view, holding up a piece of paper which looks like this: ]}

( Cut for stereotypes )

HAHAA. RIGHT, so that totally accurate cause I drew it! Everything circled is MINE, and I pointed out my dick cause it has the HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH! This is for you slackers that didn't pay attention to American geography class for whatever reason!! Hahaha, so! On the subject of my dick, _{[ pointing to the map as he say all of this ]} I'll just segway as to why THIS IS MY DICK. If you don't know what the shit I'm talking about, I'M GONNA EXPLAIN. _{[ A brief pause to stuff some chips in his mouth and he speaks, lips smacking before swallowing. ]}

( Cut for large-ass shitty explanation!! )

-- On the off chance that anyone on board the Normandy is receiving this signal? This is Garrus Vakarian.

[ The voice that flickers on in a burst of static sounds like it has some kind of effect added to it -- like there are two tones, speaking at once, a lower-pitched hum barely audible underneath a more normal sounding voice. To anyone in the know, that's a Turian voice. To anyone else, that probably just sounds weird as fuck. ]

Be advised that the channel is insecure. Requesting coordinates, as well as immediate pickup. We just got done saving the galaxy, and I could honestly do with a bit of a vacation.

But failing that. [ With a small sigh, because that shit is a long shot, focusing back on everyone else on the network. ] Has anyone taken a look around the ship, yet? It's -- not anything I recognize so far, but I'm no expert.

[ Hey Ataraxion, have one obviously annoyed, slightly frustrated, small brunette currently looking into what she assumes is the camera of the device in front of her. She’s only been here for a couple of hours, and already she thinks this is some convoluted dream – she just hasn’t figured out whose yet.

Brow furrowed, she lets out a long sigh, rubbing at the back of her neck before finally speaking to the screen. ]  So it seems I'm not alone here. [ Which is a good thing, right? (or so she hopes) ] Yet none of you seem to have any real answers.

[ It’s not annoyance in her voice then, more sympathetic perhaps. (She feels your frustrations, okay?)  A small smile ghosts across her face, taking on an almost hopeful expression. ]

Is there a way we could all work together - start ruling out some possibilities maybe?

At least maybe get an idea as to why we were the ones taken. [Quickly adding: ] Is there something significant about you others would find beneficial – anything that may be important?

[ She pauses, attention turning away from the device, and the faint sound of metal hitting the table can be heard. (She tests her totem yet again, still unsatisfied with the results.) Her attention drifts back to the screen, as she clearly is fighting back the panic and uncertainty before she mumbles. ]

Dreams feel real when you're in them...

[ Not that the rest of the people here would understand that. But she needs to keep reminding herself this fact. ]

[The audio pops on and, without waiting overly long, a man starts to speak.]

This isn’t. Quite what I expected. Where is this?

… Is anyone actually here?

[He’s not exactly one for beating around the bush. Not when he can help it, anyway.
Also, if this is Peragus all over again, he’s going to scream. He cannot deal with dead silent empty places that should be teeming with people right now.]