[ This is a fairly short video. Mostly, what you see is a dark-skinned teenager wearing a black shirt, hands hidden below the range of the device's video. He seems to be smirking a little. ]

Anyone got the munchies?

[ he holds up a pack of nacho-flavored doritos, one of the snack packs you get in variety packs at the store. ]

Looks like I got some cheetos, fritos and lays, too. Not coming free, though, I wanna trade for something else.

[ boyd likes chips but he's willing to see if he'll get any offers. if not, he tried. ]

[the video opens up to Nill, and Tate leaning over her shoulder. they’re both wearing crowns of woven flowers, pinks and yellows and whites. Tate grins, all teeth and delight when he sees it’s recording.]

Look what Tate showed me how to do. [and she gestures to the daisy crown on her head.]

We kind of got carried away. [Tate says, and he leans back enough to hold up a handful of joined flowers, they’re all of varying lengths, but they’re all made of the same general flowers. nill smiles, and reaches up to gently adjust tate’s flower crown, which has somehow managed to go crooked. her attention then returns to the comm.]

We are on the second level of the gardensfi

[her typing is interrupted when her horse suddenly clops up behind her and starts trying to snuffle at the crown on her head. she sort of rolls to the side in an attempt to get away, dropping the comm as she goes. she’s doing her silent laughing thing, shoulders shaking slightly even if no sound leaves her mouth.

Tate’s smile, if possible, widens, and for a moment he looks like nothing more than a fond older brother. even if that laugh is silent, her joy is clear. he turns his gaze back to the screen.]

The second level of the gardens, if anyone wants to come up here and get lei’d. We’re lacking a beach but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

[whatever else he was going to say is cut off when the horse comes back over, clearly favoring the stationary target over the one trying to get away, and Tate laughs before he cuts the feed to direct his attention to fending off their attacker.]

[ooc; typing is nill, and purple is tate.]

[ The screen snaps on, revealing one magnified blue eye. It snaps off for a minute, then turns on once again to reveal a dirt-stained face at a far enough distance to catch his whole expression. He looks annoyed to say the least, brow furrowed and lip curled in mild frustration.

The screen shuts off again.

But the blank screen is suddenly accompanied by a harsh SCREECH, followed by the loud two-beat thump of someone hitting the side of the device. There's another loud screech, as the device is pushed away in frustration, accidentally turning on once more to reveal a clear picture of Ben Hawkins, looking down at the device. ]

—— Future ain't nothing but a goddamn piece of shit.

The picture shifts in a blurry streak of colors, and another two-beat thump roars through the speakers.. ]

It really is a shame about the new lab. It is amazing what a new environment can do for someone's inspiration. Given - this place can stifle my creativity . Since all the resources I have are either given to me by some miracle, or were found on the ship.

I know people went down there to try and rid it of -- well, everything down there. Are there any useful supplies that could be taken? I haven't really gotten do do anything other than peek around since I'm not exactly equipped to kill things. I suppose I could always go and get a closer look. Sometime later on, though, I don't

Thank you, everyone, who joined me for a drink. Should the ship ever grant me something again, I'll have the same offer. I know it can be rather hard to relax around here, but it is good for the mind, really.

Welcome to everyone who arrived in this ship on this past jump.

If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm Charles Xavier - and I work in the science department. I'm pretty well acquainted with navigating this place and I'm always happy to help.

( TEXT LOCKED TO ALEX & RAVEN )
( TEXT LOCKED TO ERIK >> PING )

[the feed opens to a shot of anakin sat on the edge of the swimming pool. it can't be seen through the feed, but despite seemingly being fully clothed (outer robe aside), his legs are underneath the surface of the water. he sounds far more subdued than usual; has been since those weeks in the corridors. but for once, it's his overall sense of (heavily fought for) peace that's keeping him calm. the dark can't reach him if he doesn't let it.]

There was a man here who spoke to Carolyn Fry about alternate fuel sources for the shuttles. If you're still here, could we talk? I'd already begun some modifications before the last jump, so your input would be helpful.

[because it's about time he gets back to work again. three weeks is too long a break]

Also, I was wondering if anybody knew where I could find a second communicator? I know we're provided with them when we arrive, but I need access to a second one for a project I'm working on.

( [locked to carolyn] )

( [locked to obi-wan] )

( [locked to wichita] )