This is Communications.

We're aware of the issues revolving around the network presently and are working on fixing the problem of incomplete and fractured messages. I would like you to please bear with us until such a time as the issue is resolved.

Now, we have some experience putting together fractured audio files. A repeated theme we're getting from the devices experiencing this disruption is that their owners are lost. There is...some concern about the elevators, a repeat of the warning that we received while a number of us were confined to stasis. Until further details can be unearthed, I would suggest that anyone who is presently in a safe area of the ship should remain where they are, at least until the situation evolves. If you have lost someone, please report them to us or directly to Security. Do not go looking for them yourselves. I don't need to remind you, but the Tranquility is a big ship, and Security have the resources to find people faster, and with far less risk of becoming casualties themselves.

I repeat: stay where you are. To those who are lost, if you can receive this message in any format, please stay put and wait for retrieval. Keep together, where possible. Petrelli out.

[ The message is repeated in video, audio and then finally a text form, in an effort to ensure it reaches all possible destinations. ]

( Private to Tyke )

[ stiles looks like he's tamping down on some serious worry. he's trying to sound casual, but there's definitely concern in his eyes, the corner of his mouth tight with tension, and his leg bounces with a nervous anxiety. ]

Hey, uh. Has anyone out there seen my dad? Probably introducing himself as Stilinski. He's zero twelve, zero twenty-four. I already went by his room, 'cause we were meant to— anyway, he's not there, and I heard all the messages about we're not supposed to just go wandering off and looking for people, so I figured I'd just ask, first.

[ first. as in, this entry is coming before he goes wandering off and looking for his dad. ]

[ stiles gives an awkward grimace, and then his face trembles and he reaches over and covers the camera with his palm, voice thready. ]

I can't lose him, okay? I can't. So just. Let me know. Thanks.

[ normally, this kind of thing starts with jenna scattered, or looking slightly surprised that recording is actually happening. none of that, for once; instead she's sitting in one of the therapy rooms, behind a desk with her comm propped up enough to see a truly righteous amount of brightly colored pillows behind her. she's calm, cool, collected and super prepared, there may be notes involved.

she has a handout, y'all. ]

I have a speech I put together so I'm just going to launch into it, and I'll do the social skill stuff after, honest. [ a deep breath. ] Okay, so. Between earlier in the month with Tony, and-- other conversations, I've realized that there might be more confusion about what therapy is and what it can do for people than I had thought. So! Consider this one woman's very, very biased take on it.

Therapy is, in an overly simplified hippie way, trying to help people heal their brains and their hearts. Not the actual organs-- thoughts and feelings. It's working through problems that keep you from living your life as well as possible.

There are a lot of fields and specialties but I'm going to talk about my preferences and style, since-- I'm kind of it, right now, when it comes to the traditional discipline side of things.

[ looking down again, at an out of frame notebook, jenna takes a breath. ]

The first thing I want to say is I'm not stuck on sitting in chairs and talking about your childhood. If you want to take a pillow and beat the wall and then talk about music? It's your session, go ahead. That doesn't mean we can do whatever you want, but it does mean I understand that opening up to a total stranger is hard and admittedly sucks and most of you don't know me well enough to just assume you can trust me. That's okay-- it's smart, actually. And if you'd like to start seeing me, we can work on building that trust, but I don't expect it to just magically appear because I say I'll do my best to help you.

Uh-- right, second point. I can go over this more in detail one on one, but I'm not a licensed therapist, I'm a grad student. A grad student would be like... a master apprentice? Almost to being a master maker of whatevers myself, but just a year or two shy. Anyway, that makes what I'm doing illegal, back home-- not to mention a million kinds of unethical and more than a little gross. Believe me, I know, and I didn't really set out to declare myself Space Therapist. If me not being licensed makes you uncomfortable I completely understand and respect a desire to hold out for someone who isn't still midway through their thesis, but it was pointed out that until then I should offer for people who don't mind.

...and a quick third: at home, I'd never see clients in a social situation. No one would know about my life, my problems or bad habits, anything like that. But this isn't home and you may see me at the bar, so if that would make you uncomfortable I also understand, but we make do with what we have up here.

[ she clears her throat and taps a few keys. ]

Here, I put together an informal quick list about what therapy is and isn't.

( ic post attachment )

...I think that's about it for the official side.

[ and with that the attempt at Serious Posture and Mature Gravity fades back into something more naturally jenna. ]

Now I get to be normal life Jenna, not therapist Jenna. [ offering a wave. ] Hey, new people-- I'm Jenna, if you missed Tony's last scientific doom post. I mentioned it there too, but again: if you don't mind being expected to lend a hand helping in some way or another, dinners happen nightly on the kitchen nearer to the lower numbered rooms, floor one. It's not exciting food, but I can promise it won't completely suck and there will be enough for anyone. Anyone who wants something fancy can... make it for themselves, pretty much.

...does anyone do haircuts, on a completely different end note? We can talk trading if you want, I just need a trim. [ her mouth twitches, mischievously. SUP CHAPEL. ] And a friend told me it's good to make sure people know how to cut hair to the right length before you ask for the haircut in the first place.


( locked to damon salvatore » 100% )

[It's a rare video post from Edgeworth. He looks tired, but he seems less depressed than he did a few hours ago; he's focusing on his anger to carry him through.]

Security has a certain amount of the ship secured. These areas are the ones we patrol, the ones you're all accustomed to: the passenger quarters, the oxygen gardens, the medical bay, et cetera. The areas in which you reside. If you stay within those boundaries, we try to keep you safe to the fullest of our abilities; though our manpower is limited, we will do what we can.

If you stray, then we can do nothing. As I said, our manpower is limited, and beyond where we have secured, it is essentially enemy territory. So all of you, no matter how impressed you are with your survival skills and abilities, needs to treat it like enemy territory. It isn't a place to have a walk. It isn't a place to go out and search for monsters so that you can get your fun cracking a few heads. It isn't a research lab. It is a place fraught with danger, and if you go out there, you run the risk of death.

So if you go out, then you will treat it like it is enemy territory. You will not go out alone. You will not go out unarmed. You will not go out without notifying security. If you fail to do any of these things, then you should damn well compose your suicide note to your friends on-board, because you're very likely going to die. And while security isn't ever going to leave anyone to die, you can't treat this ship like an amusement park and expect to live to see the next jump.

[And he glares at the camera a moment longer - and then he glances off to the side, his lips relaxing very slightly.]

Condolences. To those who knew them.

I've been experiencing strange interference on my computer. Is anyone else experiencing this?

[MEANING someone's trying to hack into her stuff. and she's not happy.]

[ Nathan (the hotter one) appears in the video feed looking, despite the last month, surprisingly better. There's exasperation in his tone, but warmth in his eyes. It's nice to have things vaguely back to normal. There is a long pause before he speaks. ]

To newcomers I would like to say welcome, to those of you who spent the last month sleeping while we were working our asses off out here, welcome back. Time for an update: as you may have heard, many of you have spent the duration of jump thirteen in the stasis pods. We are presently on jump fourteen, and spent the last thirty days with a malfunctioning network. Though certain childish individuals may want to make light of our situation, I feel myself tasked to inform you that Comms was not responsible for bringing the network back online, nor are any of us responsible for any of you waking up, though there was some discussion as to whether or not it was safe to enter the stasis pods at all.

Just last week we received a message through the emergency network. Now most of you will know that I'm not one to spread hysteria, and I'd appreciate it if any speculation on the matter was discreet, with attention to the fact that we are all confined here no matter our fears. We are stronger together. As usual, I would like to remind everyone not to go wandering off into unexplored corners of the ship, unlike certain people.

[ Now for a second Nathan just rubs at his eyes. The mask drops, and it's clear underneath it he's exhausted, but he slips back into his serious face before he speaks again. ]

Comms is down to almost nobody again. We need help down here, so if you feel like you could maybe lend a hand, report to 001. You'll find a sign up sheet on the door, that's how desperate things have gotten. People with skills in computers are the most useful down here, whether you were a hacker or created Facebook, whatever. But you know what? I didn't have a lick of skill with the things when I got here, and now I'm quite capable. If you want to learn something new, want to make your own encryptions or just spent a month or two getting to know the ship more intimately, then just show up.

In regard to learning something new, we've also once again lost our proposed teacher, so I'm drawing the line under all the debate over it. Starting tomorrow, and therefore three days of every week, I'll be running classes for kids under fifteen. We'll meet in the chapel in the oxygen gardens at 10am, and work things out from there. If anyone wants to offer their expertise, show up at the same time, interact with the kids, and we'll see how it goes from there.

So let me say that again: If you're under fifteen, you have the option of coming to classes three days a week. We'll be working on life skills, visiting the different areas of the ship, learning how to use the communicators, maybe even talking about self defense--and anything else you guys want to learn about.

Alright. I got one more question. [ A pause. ] Pet food. Who makes it?

[ Nathan disappears for a moment, but a second later he makes a quick addendum to this post. ]

Just reminding people that we have an electronic message board here that lets people know what's going on around here. I also, during the last month, had an opportunity to put a memorial book down in the chapel for people to leave messages to those who've been and gone. Feel free to fill either out if you have something to add.

[ Yes that's Nickelback don't judge me.

Up in the Oxygen Garden once again, Jaye's leaning on a tree near the pen for the larger animals. They're just out of sight, but the sound of the cow chewing cud can be heard if you really listen. ]

Well now that this piece of crap is back up [ she gives the comm a shake, making the image go blurry for a moment until she stops ] it's time for me to share what Mordecai, Lilith, and I found last month. [ Pause. ] We went wandering around the ship.

There are a bunch of super deep holes and a creepy painting with hands that follows you around. We took pictures, if you all want to go nuts.

And I guess this is the part where you can yell at me for going looking, too, but all of you people who were comatose -- if you don't remember the network being down and aren't new you were in a coma, by the way, or maybe just really stupid -- should know that I was trying to help you all. And I didn't go alone, like some people.

Anyway, pictures.

[ And now linked are several pictures of this and this. Enjoy! ]

"The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity."

[ neal's not quite back to his fighting weight, but he looks a whole lot better (and a whole lot less crazy, natch) than his last network outing.

he's also fussing with the cuffs on his devore, because you never go to battle without your best armor, right?

metaphorical, of course. ]

Wise words from a wise lady. [ and now with a slowy flip, he sets a fedora on his head and gives the camera a smile that's lovely lovely lovely and just a bit barbed. ] Résumé seemed apt, too, but a little dark given the occasion.

So, how was the month off, Tranquility? --and welcome to the new additions, of course. Watch out for Kardashians.

[ neal stop telling the ren faire kardashians are a horrible demon from your world, son, it's not as funny as you think.

also: one more hat flip because he can and we're out, tq. welcome back to the airwaves. ]

[ Look, it's an Isaac, slouching in his old room - the one that matches the numbers on his arm, not the one he sleeps in. It looks mostly unused because he's only been in there for all of six hours before he moved down to Derek's space. "Mostly" is a keyword, though; he's been staying here infrequently, in between avoiding Derek and other familiar (adult) faces. Maybe Erica knows where he's been. Or Remus, or Hayley, or Tyler, or Seraphim. He's pretty sure no one over eighteen knows, Isaac's gone lengths on the matter.

He's not wearing his mask, even if he's been wearing it a lot lately; Isaac knows a thing or two about keeping quiet, especially about things that can and do hurt you. The confused sad look he's wearing right now, though - it's a bit too clean. It's sincere, mostly.

"Mostly" is our word of the day.

Then he holds up a combat knife for the network to see.]

I don't know anyone she was friends with, but for what it's worth, Miss Rosella's not around anymore. She left me this, for some reason.

It's a pretty big knife.

Anyway, people have been disappearing, and there's this big thing going down about Smiley and stuff, so I guess this is a bad time to ask about gym equipment, and like. Who do we talk to about appropriating one of the bigger rooms or a holodeck to set up a gym? I mean, we probably already have one or two but this one's more of like, a club thing?

More of a thing that's just ours, not something pre-made and ready to use. Is that allowed?

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( FILTERED-- DEREK : AUGGIE : JENNA : JOSH || viewable to erica )

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[ ooc: if anyone wants to say they saw isaac sneaking around and stuff, feel free to say something about it! isaac's been: a) helping erica look for boyd, b) helping tyler look for his uncle, c) hiding from hunters, d) hiding from derek, e) hiding from adults in general, so if you're 21+ and you noticed a teenager quietly avoiding you in the hallways, it's probably isaac. team jailbait can just throw him a rock or something, though, because he's been emoting over some of the recent drops. ]

Hello, my fellow abductees on the S.S. I-Never-Asked-For-This-Let-Me-Go-Home, your resident blind guy here with an offer, I suppose. I know this is going to seem a bit out of place, considering the state of things, but I figured some people could, perhaps, enjoy a little zen to their day! Correct me if I'm wrong though.

[ auggie you're rambling here ]

Right, last Jump I received some... ah, music in my locker -- on a USB -- and I've been fiddling around a bit with it to see how I could use it. I ended up converting it to put on my communicator, meaning hey look at that, suddenly iPod. I know, I know, maybe not the best use of my time here but whatever, right?

Aaaanyway, the point of this is -- I'm going to share it now with you all. I've listed the music I have available but if anyone has something they're willing to share, we can kind of make a music swap? The iTunes store, without the .99 cents surcharge and the comfort of your own personal computer screen. Though, sadly, you'll have to get your own headphones.

[ there's a quiet breath here, barely audible but the only hint of tension in his casual tone. he doesn't really know if he's jumping the gun here or not but he does think it would help, if anyone wants this. ]

The app's source is from my computer at Communications. If any of you have iPods or anything like that and want to offer to share your stuff, just hit me up and I'll convert it to the app for easy accessibility. I'm kind of rambling here and maybe being that bit presumptuous but I thought I'd offer anyway. Feel free to ignore it.

[ a pause ]

Thanks for listening.

[ and now, if anyone does go pursue what auggie's attached to his post, they will find this: ]

( SPACE NAPSTER )

(( OOC: Anyway, yeah! Auggie made Space Napster. He needed a reason to distract himself so has probably been working on this in Comms since the Jump. Basically what he said runs true, think "music app" for your iPhone or whatever -- that's basically what this is, h-haha. :'D Anyway, here is the journal post where you can either ICly or OOCly add music to it, I'll update them as needed. Thanks a bunch! ))

[ tranquility! you were totally missing tony. or at least some of you were from the state of his communicator when he came back into a place where he could read it. whatever, there's some noise in the background that sounds suspiciously like the medbay when tony actually starts the feed up. there's a reason for this kids, but tony, being tony, isn't particularly up for explaining what it is beyond a select few. but hey, if you're feeling lucky, you'll actually be able to see what really happened hidden in this post. ]

I know what you all are thinking, how dare you disappear like that and worry half of the ship or at least random parts of it who were crying about it. Lost is actually the technical term for what I did, since I meant to just take a small stroll and then suddenly I took a bad turn it wasn't that bad. My bad, though, next time I'll take a map or something to show me around not just the communicator. Left the nonexistent map in my room clearly, which yes, I know, Tony, that was incredibly idiotic of you. But hey, it's not the worst thing any of you will or have seen me doing by  a long shot. And I have a thing about making interesting life choices like that. I could have disappeared during a time like the plague we had. Or during the lockdown. At least now it's shockingly quiet minus a few things. [ or disappearances, but hey, no one needs to know he noticed alayne was gone. he'd like to personally forget he ever saw that. but you know, he sees too much and he can't really take that back now can he? ] I'm not typically one to give little messages about how we should pay attention so nothing bad happens, because really, I'm pretty sure some of us keep watch enough so a number of you all can rest easy and not spend every waking moment monitoring the network. But I think, when everyone is wandering around, you might want to make sure you're watching where you step. You don't want to be like me coming out feeling gross and like you could eat a horse.

There's an old saying about that, I think. Eye or eyes have it.

Anyway, I'm not dead, rejoice or cry into your space food, either one is really fine with me actually. And you know, because I'm feeling generous after coming out of the hellish hallways, I know we have some engineers on here and I know we have people who randomly build things, I don't care about them, technically, but I do care if some of you might actually need something say built for you and are wondering god, who would do that for me, well as it turns out, I do actually have a lot of free time to do various projects and I seem to be lacking in them right now and for the foreseeable future. So, to rectify this, consider this me asking all of you to come to me if you're dying to have something done in the vein of building things for you. I could do encryptions, but people can be weirdly fussy about those. Whatever, you know my number. Call me if it sounds good to you maybe.

[ avengers encryption | stark encryption 100% | unhackable ]

Meeting as soon as I get out of medbay. Just with the four of us. Christ, we're down to four again. Awesome. Pepper sitting in, obviously, if only because I'm a little worse for wear as it turns out. 

[ encrypted to listmates | stark encryption 100% | unhackable ]

What are we down to now? Eighteen? Nineteen? Caffrey and I just randomly disappeared only to come back just a bit fucked up. I think this calls for a list members meeting. Just for kicks. And I don't actually care if you're rolling your eyes at this, any of you, because personally, I'm just a bit tired of wondering if one of us is going to magically get killed or disappear at a jump. Or, as Caffrey and I have demonstrated, just randomly get lost in a ship we've been on for months.

[ encrypted to neal caffrey | stark encryption 100% | unhackable ]

And it seems as if I'm not the prodigal son any more. Separate talk, you and me. Or do I offend your hipster sensibilities too much still?

[ encrypted to spock | stark encryption 100% | unhackable ]

...Can I trust you to keep a little secret from someone? You know who I'm talking about, I imagine, but if I do tell you something, it needs to stay extremely hush hush.


[ ooc | okay, two things! one, bare with me on any slowness with this post since i put it up now as opposed to monday for a very specific reason. and two, there is actually something wrong with tony, but he's not as crazy as neal was when he came back. what happened to him was more physical with a tiny bit of crazy added in that i might sprinkle in this post. this does not mean mr. stark will be dropping metaplot hints, because i don't really have any to actually give! beyond what we already know because of spock's misadventures in melding with the ship. 

what is hidden in this post and will be mentioned for sure is what exactly happened to tony and the "why" of what happened. so yeah, that's the end of this grossly long note. ]

--id list.

[ jenna's face is slightly pinched, but it turns into a smile now; a little strained, but genuine. ]

All right, I'm sure everyone's seen the great taunter's latest attempt to make us all crazy-- I'll let the geek squad tear that one apart, I'm pretty sure nothing I have to add on that creep is all that constructive.

[ she rolls her eyes a little. ]

Anyway. For those of you who don't know me-- I'm Jenna, welcome to space, sorry about the part where no one asked you if you wanted to come at all. And to cover the first half of the spiel: yes, space! No, I'm not crazy or lying, and you're not dreaming.

That out of the way: since I might as well make it official, if you're one of our less culinarily-inclined core and want to not starve dinners happen nightly on the far side of floor one. Rules are: under thirteen, you get to fly free. Older than that and you either help clean or cook yourself or you don't eat-- freeloaders get the boot barring special circumstances.

...bringing bribes of extra, non-space generic brand food or dessert also gets a free pass.

[ so basically give her a good enough sob story or pony up. ]

Other rules include but are not limited to 'no law at the table', 'it's not a debate if personal insults are involved', 'don't be a jerk', and 'clear your own plate, nobody here is your servant'.

It's pretty much tacos, lasagna, and tuna noodle-- but hey, if anyone who didn't mostly learn to cook real people, adult food while trying to keep a fifteen year old boy with a weed habit full wants to help fancy it up, I'm ready and willing to learn in advance.

[ her expression goes a little more serious. ]

I know the life and death stuff is... life and death, and therefore priority. But people need normality, too, so before you ask me 'but Jenna, why are you acting like anything is okay? Spin around in circles more' think about how much just having a meal to look forward to at the end of the day helps everything feel a little less insane.

It can be easy to feel like if you don't know how to... I don't know, split an atom or rescue people from burning buildings, you're kind of non-essential out here. [ she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ] Not to be a complete hippie, but normality is just as important as making science. [ sup, hipster nerds. ] Different important, but equally valid.

I guess my point is, none of us need to tackle this by ourselves. [ with a tiny smile, now, because nerd. ] 'Live together, die alone'.

And on that cheery note-- sorry, I generally try to do upbeat, not in denial of reality-- welcome to space, new kids.

( video | 100% locked via auggie encryption to close cr )

Hey. [ HELLO, TRANQUILITY. someone appears to have found a razor since their last post. someone also appears to have not slept in the past... well, sleeping's overrated. connor's eyes are droopy and dark, and if the communicator could communicate smell, it'd probably be producing a intense odor of coffee. which is pretty much all he's been drinking lately.

off the side of the feed, there appears to be some kind of shifting, golden light—it's throwing cheerful, twinkly shapes against the walls of his room, lending a pleasant atmosphere to the feed, despite connor's obvious discomfort. the source of this light remains offscreen, but the mask is there nonetheless, sat innocently on connor's bed. despite telling abby he would... he hasn't yet locked it away. he can't seem to make himself do it. (it's got to be there for a reason, right?)

anyway. not the point. ]

Right. Couple of things. I'll try to be quick.( TL;DR AHEAD )

[The camera clicks on to a low-lit room. It's difficult to see anything, but there's something moving in the darkness--

--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.

--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]

Enjoy the show?

[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]

I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.

[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]

You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?

[He grins fiercely.]

Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.

As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--

Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?

[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]

Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.

But then perhaps you're all frightened.

[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]

I suppose you should be.

[The broadcast is audio only, and the voice that comes across is quiet and more than a little bit ragged. But he speaks evenly.]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth.

These past days have been chaotic, and as such it has been easy to lose track of time; however, it must be remembered that in spite of everything that has happened we have received no indication that the jump will not go forward as scheduled. It will occur in five days. Please bear this impending deadline in mind; there will be more reminders as we approach the event, but be sure that you are prepared.

I manage a service, in which I recommend that all individuals on board to take part. It is a "buddy system," in which you are assigned someone to check to ensure that you have made it safely to the jump. For more details, please inquire here.

Additionally, if any are interested in joining the security force, please speak with me; I should be glad to direct you the right way.

[A slight pause. He's searching frantically for distraction, but this isn't enough - so he adds more.]

What languages does everyone speak? I should like to find a conversational partner; my skills are becoming rusty.

[And:]

I should also like someone with whom I might be able to discuss certain aspects of physics.

[And then another pause, and then quietly:]

Quite.

[ the lockdown and patrols with nothing but jackshit at the end of it all would key faith up anyway; but she doesn't see what the goddamn problem is with putting on a freaking mask-- because she's really bad at her job sometimes-- and so the face she turns to the network may currently be mask free, but that's half the story. ]

Well, that was bullshit. SEC hauled ass around in the balls out really freaking cold for days, and I didn't get a single fight out of it.

[ but she's rly super glad everyone's okay, honest. ]

Anybody wanna fix that?

...just if you're any good at a little rough stuff and won't bitch, no offense to the civilians or anything but I don't feel like holding hands and kissing boo-boos.

[ this is the destiny chosen savior of the world, people. why. how. why. what was destiny smoking? ]

Let me know, I guess.


( ooc | tyke gets herself a brawl today but other than that, no set plans. )

[ heeeeey network, have a video of auggie! he's at his desk in the communications office and his headphones are around his neck. the communicator is in his hand and he's looking off to the side, in a sort of spaced out way. which is probably because he's blind. ]

Heeeello, network. Your friendly neighborhood communications team with a tiiiiny bit of an update. As you all know, this ship is ... [ a wave of his hand as he tries to come up with a word before he snaps his fingers ] insane and you're probably all dealing with the repercussions of that at the moment so I wish you the best of luck!

Juuusst, to anyone actively using the network at the moment, please do not be alarmed if you hear something, uh, out of ordinary, so to speak? We picked up a bit of a disturbance and the source seems to be from the ship itself, not anyone on the network. If you do happen to hear it, you will probably be a bit alarmed at the sudden noise. Please please, do not panic and try not to go looking for the source because like I said, it's from the ship. Stay in your groups, stay in your camps, don't do anything stupid.

[ or at least, they think it's from the ship. There's not actually much of a source but he's at least sure that the screaming isn't coming from anyone on the ship. ]

Anyway, yeah, there's your warning. We'll be watching the channels from here to keep track of ... whatever it is. Good luck!

[ AUGGIE'S SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE ENCRYPTION 100%; FILTERED TO COMMUNICATIONS DEPT + EVERYONE NATHAN SENT A MESSAGE TO ]

So. Screams, huh?

[ hey, at least it's to the point ]

[ Behold! On your screen is a whole plastic box-case thing of Reese's minis, the gold foil wrappers of each bite-sized piece winking in the horrible eye-blinding indoor lights of the ship. There's actually a reason for Isaac to be taking a video of an incredibly boring thing, though. ]



I found these in my locker after the jump. It's well over ten pounds of Reese's minis and is seriously too much candy for one person, so I'm giving a pound of these to the first couple people willing to sing Rolling in The Deep on the public network. [ No, really. He means it. ] And is there anyone on the ship who is Canadian and can play hockey and/or lacrosse? I've got my lacrosse stick and three balls to shoot, but not enough gear to really play. Or have anyone to play against.

[ There's also another thing, but it's slightly less boring. It's also a bit tricky, since it involves the monthly fur problem. ]

I'm also thinking of camping out on the gardens for a couple days, are the gardens back to being mostly safe again?

( because everyone's my friend in New York City and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty the streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see but the best thing about New York City is you and me | pre-post narrative )

[ V I D E O ]

Turn that shit off, Caffrey.

[ there's a clunk, a clink of glass against glass and the feed shakes a moment before settling on keller, who looks less than pleased, frowning at neal over the rim of his glass.]

No, no, you kept complaining. 'Culture, Neal'. [ his imitation of keller's accent is still spot on while drunk, thank you kindly.

...not that he's drunk. no, he's... mildly inebriated.

(he’s drunk. as shit, to be specific. to the point of mussed hair.) ] 'Nobody's got any goddamn culture on this boat,' you said.

So we’re gonna give them culture, your face isn't that special. Hide and seek is over.

[ it’s probably a sin to snort into wine this good, but keller does it anyway, which neal seems to take as a challenge. ]

It was the schooner Hesperus that sailed the wintery sea; and the skipper--

Longfellow? That's what you're opening with? [ to be fair, keller would have said this about anything neal picked. ] Loosen up, Caffrey. Go with something more like--

There was a young man from Peru
Who fell asleep in his canoe
While dreaming of Venus
He whipped out his penis
And woke up with a handful of goo.

[ smug, thy name is keller. who reaches over the comm to get at the bottle of wine, clearly assuming victory is his. ]

...You're disgusting, you know that? [ neal wrinkles his nose and takes a drink right from his newly grabbed back bottle of much too good for this treatment wine, his sober self is wincing somewhere inside. ] This is why rich women like me better and you know too many strippers. I'm only saying, one of us landed a princess and the other one only got to help him run away from her nice babysitters with guns.

[ seriously you two what the hell. there are probably kids watching what would edgeworth say.

...oh. oh. actually-- what would edgeworth say?

neal grins, a little mischievously, and slings a conspiratorial arm around keller's shoulders then takes a long, fortifying swallow of wine. ]

Here, I’ll show you how to do it. Observe.

[ he clears his throat, because at heart neal is two things: an actor, true born, and a total douchebag, equally true born. ]

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, and you must not be abased to the other. [ it doesn't sound like a recitation; more a conversation, slightly sing-song and clearly long-memorized. ] Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, not words-- not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best.

[ he pauses, swallowing a little and taking a breath. ] Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning-- how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone; and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.

[ AND WITH A SEATED BOW FROM THE DISNEY PRINCE LOOKING JERK, CAFFREY AND KELLER IN THE MORNING EVENING MOTHERFUCKING OUT. ]



( ooc | blue is neal; grey keller. replies can come from either of them, etc. )