So.

[ well hey, you guys, have a new face on the feed today. he's one of the new arrivals, trying to get used to this new space lifestyle!! which means friends are... probably a good thing. maybe. he's not sure yet, but he knows he needs to meet people. the ~general populace~, so to speak. ]

Space, huh?

[ wait no. he kind of frowns at that. worst opener. but then he considers all the posts that he's seen (memorized) since he's arrived and well, this ain't so bad. ]

I was... woooonnndering, uh. How many of you are from... New York City? Circa... 2011 or 2012. Ish.

[ man this is chalking up to be one of the most awkward experiences of his life. it's just-- this is like skype alright, except when you use skype you usually know who you're talking to-- here? way different. haha posting to a network, that's weird.

he is usually not this bad but you are also all strangers so. yeah. wait, here's a good idea. i mean, he has a lot of free time now so-- ]

Oh yeah and uh, does anyone know where I could get a camera? Thanks.

[ does he end the post now DOES HE END THE POST NOW he totally ends the post now! yes! good job, mike ross. you successfully completed the goal of posting a video post to the network. next time, maybe have an idea of what you want to talk about beforehand. ]

[ ah, tranquility, long time no- actually you may have seen one of them around last month. or both. maybe you got lucky on that front. what you do end up seeing, right now, looks suspiciously like one the tranquility's science labs. there's one person in the frame right now, and yes, if you see that blue glow coming from the chest, you can guess that it's tony stark in one of his normal habitats of a lab. you can't see his face but you can hear him saying something to someone off screen. ]

Technically it's not false pretenses if after we're done we do get to play. I'm not going to be the bearer of bad news again without company. Seriously, I don't want to be giving this news in the first place. Not right after "Adventures in the English Moors from Hell" or some other stupidly foggy place.

[ yes tony because that's a good descriptor for silent hill. also. not really helping your case at all. especially when you turned this thing on just so bruce has no other choice to actually help you with this psa. ]

I think those are actually in Scotland.

[ ...bruce that is not helpful or topical, tony carry on. ]

Which is a part of England. You're arguing semantics to get out of my main goal here. Seriously, not doing this PSA alone. They're going to start referring to me as the man who brings the gloom and doom if I do them alone too much. It'll be what the new kids call me and that is not even okay in the slightest. [ see bruce, resistance is futile, your life is now apparently made in star trek quotes and horrible other pop culture thing's. and also tony pulling your arm to get you in the frame with him. which really tony who does that to the hulk. you are so weird. so weird that now you've also shifted the comm up to where everyone can see adventures in bruce and tony being five with faces. ]

Quit grabbing-- are you five? [ that last part is muttered-- well. "muttered". ] Fine, all right. Hi.

[ that last bit addressed to the comm. ] So, I know we've all had it... rough, the last week. [ that was his turn tony you go, have a subtle elbow to the side. ]

Actually thirteen, but thank you for thinking I'm younger than I am. [ tony, that's also not topical and let's try to remember why you came here. ] That was also the worst turn known to man. Anyway! Like Dr. Banner said, we've had a rough last week and some of you were in English Moors and some of you were just on the regular horror filled spaceship. Pretty sure no one won there. That being said, we're about to tell you something that's gonna make it a little worse.

Those of you who are new hopefully know who the one we call Smiley is. If not- Banner, you give them a run down on that. This is going to make no sense if they don't know and I think the ship deserves to hear your dulcet tones. [ …tony that's mean. have an elbow, not subtle at all to your side, bruce. ]

Ow. [ he clutches his side, exaggeratedly affronted. (if you know him, fine. he looks mildly questioning and in need of a haircut like usual, otherwise.) ] Nice cut off point, Tony.

[ and back to the comm. ] Smiley is-- well, the jury's out on what, but he's been a presence in our lives for a while now. If you've heard about lists or puzzles, if it wasn't that guy in the hat-- [ he waves his hands vaguely at the rat's nest on his head. ]

--Or the guy who's obsessed with bacon. Seriously, will someone think of the people who keep kosher? Or you know, the people who actual like eating bacon who don't want to see it ruined.

[ yanking this BACK jesus tony bruce totally isn't quietly laughing at that, no. ] Or him, okay-- if it wasn't one of us, my point is, they probably meant him. We don't... quite know his agenda-- [ correction: we don't know his agenda at all ] But when he communicates, it's better to pay attention.

[ which tony does all the time. even when it's quiet. because he's a paranoid asshole. also you know, just someone who doesn't believe in privacy or things normal people like. right. BACK TO HIM. thank you for no elbow bruce, he was thinking that was his cue, but you didn't give it. ]

Obviously there was no communication while I think, what, half of us were stuck in that fog on the main network of our communication devices. So I was curious, and I checked our subnetwork that he likes to hide on sometimes. Yeah. Got a communication there. First was a riddle, led to some bullshit about not liking planets and and quiet, but liking worlds and peace. FYI, last two words don’t have t’s the first two do. Funny letter play. Anyway, after that, I found this, it’s an imitation, but if you can get someone to hack for you, you’ll find that it’s the same thing I’m sending to all of you right now.

[ do do you all get to have tony turn this to text for a second and get sent this: ]

IT WANTS TO KEEP YOU

It wants to keep you. Not the most welcoming lines, especially considering this entire ship and how it'’s at least vaguely creepy to most of us and how I think most of us want to go home. I'm not saying, be worried- actually, no, I am, because every time something like this pops up we end up either having stupid lists that don't make sense pop up or we turn blue from space sickness and have them lead us to a lab, this lab, actually, that had been teeming with abominations of nature that didn't have any eyes and shouldn't have survived jumps without turning into puddles of monster, but did, and- Bruce, you agree with me, yeah?

[ back him up, bro. also no elbow for you but it's implied. ]

...Oh, I get to talk now? [ very very sassy, mr. banner. but he's not annoyed, and there's a tiny actual grin hovering around the edges of his mouth; bruce banner likes hearing tony stark talk. (and thus were a million s.h.i.e.l.d. employee bets lost.) ] There's a pretty decent rubric, in life, for how worthwhile a hunch is. Once is usually a wild goose chase, two is coincidence, three's worth looking into. Four confirmed sightings-- which is what we have, now-- is a pretty good place to start.

[ bruce holds up one fingers. ] "It wasn't our fault." [ another finger. ] "Succeed and give and it helps you to live." [ a third finger, kind of the boy scout sign bruce go away. ] "It'll only find you faster."

[ he lowers his hand, taking off his glasses to finish the point. ] And now "it wants to keep you." I think we need to worry about what exactly "it" is, now. Which leaves one more very important question--

[ and take us home, tony. ]

Who the fuck is T? There's a list, I know all of you have seen it, if you haven't, I'll send it to you, I guess, but last name our list of people who still don't make any sense is T. I can hear you yelling already Nathan- We knew R and W were Resnik and Ward, we have no clue who T is beyond, what, the Tranquility? [ there's a dismissive snort, sorry guys, but that's not a theory he's subscribing to. ] All the T's were underlined in that message. Smiley seems to not like T if the words are anything to go by. I'm just saying, even beyond what "it" is, who is T and what did T to earn such hate that "it" can't even like words with their initial in them.

Come on Smiley, come out, don't be like Paris and Nicole and just say he knows what he did. We're inquiring minds here, and I personally like a gossip magazine from time to time.

[ tony no. just no. that was, just look at bruce right now. he is side-eyeing so HARD and mouthing 'paris and nicole' because south america on a fugitive's budget didn't lead to lots of us weekly reading okay, god. get back on topic, you two so you can go play. ]

That's actually all we've got, now that I've said this, just watch, something will happen because that's our lives. And no, again, we don't get to say, "Tony you made it angry," because I didn't even talk to it this time and neither did Banner. So, not mine or his fault. Direct questions to the two of us, or whatever, but if we take a bit we're making science related discoveries because I promised Banner a treat for doing this with me.

[ reaching towards the communicator, bruce gets out-- ]

If you compare this to hiding a pill in a piece of cheese for a housepet next, I'm taking my science and going home to Betty.

[ AND THEN CLOSEUP OF BANNER WRIST AND WE’RE OUT. ]

[ ooc | tony, bruce. replies come from both, unless directed to just one in the subject. ]

[The video clicks on to reveal James. This time he isn’t looking pissed or annoyed or like any other teenaged brat going through an identity crisis. This time there’s a hardness to his eyes, a set to his jaw, his shoulders squared in determination. He’s wearing his uniform from back home, the black fabric broken with the half of a star stitched in red across his chest, his dad’s shield not slung on his back like it normally is, but instead clutched tight in his left hand, held proudly out in front of him.

Francis pops up behind him a moment later, still wearing the Tranquility-issued uniform, though he has his bow drawn, arrow notched loosely. his expression isn’t quite so severe as James’, but it’s not the carefree, smarmy sort of look he tends to wear, either. he gives James a nod, and it’s clear he’s letting the red-headed boy take lead]

Back home, the people who used to save the world are dead. Heroes, the group that people used to look up to, are gone. And because of it, humanity lives in fear. [He glances to the side, quickly, as if looking for back-up, even if there’s more of... an apology in his expression. Francis’ jaw sets a moment, a dark expression crossing his face, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came, and he shrugs, motioning for James to continue] I spent twelve years not able to help anyone, even though I knew they needed it. And I’m not going to do that again.

[Francis rolls his eyes, stepping closer and elbowing James in the side]

I wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to. We’ve got more important things to do than hide.

[there’s a fondness there, though. a deference, and a moment later Francis steps back again, giving James the lead he’s meant to take

James grins, just slightly, almost seems to relax a bit as soon as he realizes that yeah, Francis has his back, and addresses the camera again]

People need heroes. They need a group of people who they can look up to, they need a group to depend on, people that can handle situations that are beyond the scope of normal and I know that most everything is here. But that’s not the point. The point is there are people, here, that I look up to. People I always wanted to see in action, but until they can act... [He trails off for just a moment, shifting almost awkwardly. He hates giving speeches. He’s no good at it. He never even talks this much, normally.] Back home my team, my family, and I saved the world from the thing that killed our parents, took away the heroes. We lived in a world that had no one to save it, and even though we’re young, even though we didn’t really know what we were doing, we had to try. Because if no one ever tries... nothing will change.

People get hurt, here. I’ve seen people die. We all have. And I might be young, and I might not have been here as long as a lot of you, but I’m willing to try.

Back home, my teammates and I took up a name. I don’t know how much this name will mean to a lot of you, but it’s something we’re proud of. Something we were born into and something we carry. [Deep breath, James. Face the camera, be your father’s son.

His jaw clenches, and he raises his shield up above his head, a pose that might be familiar to some of the people here.]

We’re the Avengers. And if anyone ever needs help, if anyone ever wants to help. We’re here.


[ooc: red is James and purple is Francis!]

I have to say, as cavernous as this place is usually, having it even more devoid of people really exacerbates the effect. I'm glad to see you've all returned, or at least started returning, however these things work.

[Adopting a vaguely nonchalant tone to try and cover over the concern he'd started feeling for the absent people and for how alone he'd started feeling, but his brow is still pinched slightly. He glances away from the camera.]

I did my best to care for the animals in the oxygen gardens in everyone's absence, and I believe Dr. Ross was looking after a pack of dogs she found. Clearly whatever trips you went on didn't require animal companionship.

Is it too soon to ask if anyone knows what the hell happened? There was some talk of fog, but I didn't see any of that. [A pause.] Please tell me I didn't miss out on something interesting.

[ there's a funny thing about every psa ric has seen over his device is that there's a distinct lack of explaining things like certain creatures that are on the ship with them. jenna had avoided mentioning anything about the supernatural when talking about the ship at large and her plans, kirk had mentioned people having different feeding needs (he knows jenna is one of them, and damon and— the others) and nathan had mentioned people not having voices. there's a part of him that needs to do something to get his mind off the fact that jenna said she handled klaus. it takes him a while to actually figure out what he wants to say (and if anyone cares to look they'll see notebooks around him testifying to just how much he's poured over them before he even turned on his device). when he finally does say anything it's clear he means business, but at the same time, there's a smile on his face like there's nothing to be alarmed about here. ]

There's a funny thing about stories you get to here at home sometimes. Legends, actually, but you can live your whole life without actually finding out that those legends you've heard are real. I get that a lot of you have never heard of things like vampires or werewolves or witches before, but if there's one thing my life and, I'll be honest, my time on this ship has taught me, is that while they may just be fantasy in your world, they're real in others. And, coincidentally, we have some of each on this ship.

You're scared or angry and you think it's a good idea to toss them off the ship because what if they hurt one of us. I'm going to let you in on a little secret, those vampires I mentioned? All of them are living off of synthetic blood from medical. Even the one that can't is asking for volunteers. None of them are feeding off the general populace. The werewolves? They're contained when they shift and if they weren't, all of us would know and the ones of us who can handle corralling them would. Typically witches don't actively go around killing people nor do they like being particularly evil depending on the type.

I can see why some of you might be scared, and admittedly, first time I met a vampire, it wasn't pleasant at all, but once you get to know some of them, it's not that bad. Supernatural creatures, in general, are only as evil as they want to be. True, some can be evil— [ like klaus ] but the same can be said with any one, honestly. Most can exist with humans, aliens, and anything else on this ship without causing mass panic. Honestly, any of them hiding are only hiding because they know how people can get. I'm not saying you have to be buddy with your resident supernatural creature, but unless they're going around harming the rest of us, there's nothing wrong with treating them like they're shockingly normal.

In the long run, as much as it hurts to imply that we'll be here for even longer, it's better that we don't end up starting fights with each other because someone had the unfortunate luck to be a vampire or a werewolf or a witch on a ship full of people who have been raised to know that they're creatures of the night that they need to run from. And if there is any fights started, there is security here and even though I'm just in gunnery, I would not actually hesitate to play for both of those teams and break up whatever fight happens because we couldn't act like rational adults.

[Tony's dressed only in a garishly coloured purple robe and his underwear and he appears to be working on something just off the screen. He's so far refusing to wear the uniform provided, sticking with what came with him in his locker. He doesn't look like the first Tony Stark on the ship, but he certainly shares the same facial hair as him. There's also no arc reactor sitting in his chest.]

There's a reason why I donated my services to a government-sponsored metahuman strike force while maintaining my position as CEO of a multinational company. I don't do idle very well.

[His hands still and then he reaches out to take a drink of the space-booze he's been building a stockpile of for himself in his room. Alcoholics have to drink.]

That said, the last time I visited another dimension they'd never heard of me and the last time I met a parallel universe version of myself before this ship his head dropped through the multiversal gate and onto my lap.

So question, who here has heard of the Ultimates, Fantastic Four, mutants, Spider-Man or even recognise me? [That seems to be the major factions that were known in recent years for him.

Then there's a chirp and a small robotic bird flies up to hover in front of Tony, evidently what he was working on before.]

...And does anyone want this?

[ Betty's standing in the science department, frowning slightly at the room before turning her attention onto the camera, expression smoothing out. ]

It appears as though the strange maze that led to the science department, the one with the odd rooms and the black holes, has disappeared. There is a lift near the medbay and a door near the Oxygen Garden, however, so that the department is still accessible. I can't say for sure that the hallway is gone completely from the ship, but it certainly isn't where it once was.

[ locked to heine & nill ]

I looked over the samples. Nothing is wrong, which means it likely is just molting. I can either bring everything to you or you can come and get it -- whichever you'd prefer.

[ had tony been anyone else, this would have been accidental. the device would have turned on and you'd get to see what most people would find a pathetic guy nursing what looks like some form of space booze. but no, this is intentional and while tony is looking way more interested in his glass for a good moment or two when it comes on, he does eventually turn to face it. he waves with his free hand before he speaks. ]

You know, I find it stupid that our resident- whatever you wanna call Spock, our real first officer, the one who actually has that designation off this ship, is telling us that we should go talk to someone because of loss and how it's so tragic. Personally, I find talking about that shit to be bullshit because what, they're going to tell you that it's a universal thing and how it'll go away. I'll let you in on a little secret, they lie, because what's going to happen is you'll never get over it and you'll be stuck spending all your time whining at people who really don't give a shit about you. And before all of you psych kids come yelling at me, I'll have you know that little Ms. Sommers was getting high and I just want to say, that is definitely not a healthy coping mechanism, is it? [ he pauses. ] I know what you're going to say now, well, Tony, look at you, you're drinking right now, what does that say about you?

That says I've been doing this for years. That I've gone on benders and I've given speeches that are coherent while drunk off my ass and I've built shit better than all of you while say it with me drunk. Honestly, I'm not particularly going to give a fuck about what you're going to analyze about it. Because someone else has said it before you did, you can't say anything I haven't heard already. Fact of the matter is, sometimes people like to drink. And sometimes, people deserve the right to drink when they've been a really good person about not doing it much, if at all, for nine goddamn months. Not including the time I was randomly home, where the same was true. 

And I know, you all want to know if I'm got some gloom and doom shit to tell you. I don't, because Eridan already beat me to that with finding a dead body in the pool and whatsherface having the theory about that list being a hit list. Ironic that her Sherlock, the one on the list ended up dying right after.

What I do have to ask, though, is that maybe if you're feeling liking admitting that you just want to drink your stupid sorrows away or your issues away, I don't care, but you should maybe head up to the tenth floor, it's weird up here. Quiet. Kind of creepy. Whatever. And even if you don't feel like it you should at least come find me and maybe make it so I don't have to hunt down every bit of alcohol on this ship to make it so I don't remember this entire month. 

[ 100% stark encryption to natasha romanoff | unhackable ]

If you don't bring vodka and lots of it to where I am, I will be very mad and feel so very betrayed by you. Besides, I know I'm not the only one who wants to drink. And no telling on me to you know who. 


[ ooc | okay so the people who this is filtered away from are as followed: howard stark, jon snow, the starks from asoiaf (including alayne), petyr baelish, pepper potts, betty ross, both lokis, libby, and i think that's it? you can do action in this if you would like, just tell me. it's not required obviously, but the option is there because tony did say to come up if you'd like. and my apologies if i am slow when i tag. ]

[ as always with a banner post, the opener cues up a half uncomfortable, awkward smile. sincere, but still twitchy. bruce: never going to like public speaking, thanks. ]

I spent some spare time lately messing with my communicator, and I thought I'd share the benefits.

[ more: he's been reminding himself to do this since speaking to ros, but 'the pretty red haired woman with the hungry smile who can't read inspired this' seems a little too much. better to be a bored scientist tinkering with things. ]

I thought it might be useful to have a-- reading function on these things, so to speak. It's not the most elegant job, but I can show my work if anyone else wants to keep going on something a little more structured.

...Anyway. The program I threw together reads text posts aloud. [ in something that sounds a lot like betty's voice, because bruce is a dork. ] I know language barriers aren't much of an issue here, and I can't promise an attached dictionary, but it's something.

[ he hesitates. ]

We're all very focused on the immediate, and we should be. But it might not hurt to add a few more-- non-essential projects to the pile, just to make life a little more comfortable. [ not that he doesn't want to be home-- well, all right, some of him doesn't-- but of all people, bruce understands the need to make something good happen, see tangible and rewarding results for your efforts in between everything else. ]

...Right.

[ the half smile bruce turns towards his communicator is particularly pained, now. there really should be a lost and found okay, so he doesn't have to do something like this to keep from feeling wasteful and more than a little cowardly. ]

Last jump, I received a few things I don't need. If anyone wants them, I'll leave them all in a box outside 006 » 029. First come, first serve.

( text attachment )

[ and now his eyebrows draw together. ]

Don't say it, Tony. [ that probably guarantees trolling. reverse psychology for fun and profit, and banner out. ]

( banner locked to axvengers + betty + pepper )

[ bruce does not much like posting on the network. mostly because it involves people looking at him, people not his team. but betty asked, and there's not a whole lot he won't do under that particular duress.

so he taps on a video feed, trying not to let how much this whole mess feels personal show on his face. ]

I know we're all tired and run down, but there have been some developments. Bet-- Dr. Ross and her colleagues have discovered some. [ he pauses, sighs. ] Some disturbing news. In the interest of full disclosure and transparency-- [ and isn't that politician double speak. he sighs, starts again. ] Sorry, habit. I'll try and speak plainly: none of this is reassuring, but we all at least deserve answers.

The creatures-- [ his mouth twists at that, but he doesn't stop speaking this time. ] appear to be a product of some kind of experimentation. Overwhelmingly-- by a margin of eighty percent-- their genetic makeup is simple, baseline human, but there's another twenty left that appears to be a cocktail of lion, dingo, and crocodile. Their organs were... largely human in appearance, with tweaks here and there. We can't tell you how or why just yet, but we can tell you they weren't doing well even before we got there. Based on the sample brought back by Mr. Clarke and his team, there was a high rate of malnutrition, as well as clear evidence of cannibalism. Whether that was by necessity or not, we can't say. What we can say is that they were most likely dying before we got there-- their cells were deteriorating, in what if I had to hazard a guess would be a side effect of whatever process made them into hybrids. There was also a shared high rate of some pretty nasty infected wounds, and I'd recommend anyone who was bitten or scratched and hasn't already done so should stop into Medbay and make sure they'll heal cleanly.

[ his back straightened during that little speech-- science is easy. now it's just bruce, and he takes off his glasses and cleans them on the front of his shirt, slumping a little again. ]

I wish I had more comforting answers, or even just complete ones. And to keep the hits coming, the computers in the newly cleared labs were wiped clean. We're looking into digging harder or establishing a timeline, but it's slow going. If anything new turns up, someone will make another announcement. Until then, it's hurry up and wait.

[ and as a slender hand reaches into frame to squeeze his shoulder, bruce cuts the feed. ]

( text | filtered to the axvengers ( and jarvis + betty ) | 95 % unhackable )

[ ENCRYPTED 75% TO MEDICAL AND XENOBIOLOGY/GENETICS STAFF + BRUCE BANNER: ]
I took the liberty of checking out the blood samples we were able to get from the creatures at the end of the maze. Some of them seemed to have bacterial infections, which isn't surprising, but I also checked them against known DNA samples from Earth.

I don't want to alarm anyone, which is why I've encrypted this for now, but so far the results are all coming back in essentially the same manner. The DNA of these creatures is a mix between Earth creatures -- the lion is a large component, and there are also what appears to be genetic material from the Australian dingo and some sort of crocodile. However, at the present time it appears as though the largest genetic contribution comes from human beings.

Obviously the samples may have been compromised, as I've really only been able to work off their blood and some hair. I'm going to request a larger sample, preferably an entire specimen -- dead, obviously. Hopefully we can get more answers, and hopefully the human genetic material was just cross-contamination.

[ OPEN: ]
I've heard a few things about people returning to the end of the maze to clear out the rest of the creatures, in addition to a possible salvage operation. My name is Elizabeth Ross -- I'm a cellular biologist and university professor back home. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to request a mostly intact -- though definitely dead -- specimen of the creatures. I'm sure there are a lot of people who are wondering just what they are and how they got here, not to mention how they've survived the jumps, and I'm hoping that an entire specimen might be able to give us some answers.

How is everyone feeling?

[ dear smiley, you suck. well more particularly, your timing does. if only because tony was attempting to make his own way to medical with a fair number of stumbles along the way (honestly, the walls jumped out at him). but then you have the audacity to be all ~follow me~ and of course tony stopped to look and promptly stumbled once again, this time onto the floor. fun fact about the floor, it feels really nice to a guy with that weird sickness thing that seems to be going around. so he's choosing to stay there for now. what the video shows everyone is the ceiling, a charming view that he knows everyone appreciates.

he's not going to show off how he looks unless you really ask or manage to be the one of the people finding him, but hey it's better that way. you don't want to see any blueness he has going on. there's a sour burp heard before tony actually starts to speak. ]

That was disgusting. And I'm- technically no, I'm not sorry because it was bodily function and let me tell all of you that it was even more disgusting for me. [ a pause. ] I believe Kirk deserves some applause for managing to beat me in telling you all shit so you should all do that, maybe. He deserves it. [ and then there's some clapping. ] See? I even did it.

But anyway, I'm on the floor right now, it's a nice view from down here, I'll admit, but hypothetically I may not be able to get up right now. I know, this is a shocking concept because I'm kind of an energizer bunny and that doesn't usually happen to me. That being said, who might be willing to maybe find me, swing by, help a guy out here so he's not stuck on this, arguably really nice floor, and can maybe get himself to medbay? Possibly with your assistance so I don't have to make this message again. Even though it's a lot of fun making it right now.

And as much as I love all of you, letting you see the ceiling is a much better choice than letting you see me right now. Don't worry, later I'll say hi and you'll get to see me looking a little less gross.

[ encrypted 100% to aberdeen ]

are you going blue right now?


[ ooc | SO. unless i remember wrong, dibs on finding go to sue storm, and then the actual dragging part of this goes to both natasha and clint but seriously feel free to offer help or mock tony. it's all good. and bear with me on slowness. C: ]

[ Though having spent quite a while laid up in the Med Bay in the aftermath of the fear gas, Littlefinger is well aware that there are other goings ons that seem to bode much worse for the passengers upon the ship.

Still, as a larger plan has yet to come into focus and as his own concerns are, for the moment, concentrated elsewhere, he gleans what he can from what information is publicly broadcasted and doesn't bother asking after those circumstances any further.

Instead: ]

To the Tranquility at large:

This may be my own ignorance coming into play, but would anyone know of a physical library upon the ship? My understanding is that there is much made accessible through the use of our communications devices, but I would vastly prefer the feel and weight of paper in my hand.

Secondly, I am in need of a few favors in regards to clothes available upon the ship, so if anyone could offer their help in that respect, I would be extremely grateful.

Lastly, I would inquire as to the presence (or absence) of a clear economy. This is but a trivial matter, but I have come to understand that the large majority of trade upon the vessel is done upon a basis of bartering and favours. In the event that I am mistaken, I served in a position managing the ins and outs of money in my former home and I would offer my meager talents wherever they might serve best.

Ever at your service,
Lord Petyr Baelish

[Adrian faces the camera in his comm device straight on, a pleasant half-smile on his face. He's dressed in a finely made (if somewhat boldly purple) suit over a black turtleneck, and his hair is perfectly styled. All in all, he looks very much like someone who's used to being in front of a camera, and not at all bothered by his unfamiliar surroundings.]

I wish to extend my greetings to my fellow shipmates. My name is Adrian Veidt, and I've just recently arrived on the Tranquility. While I understand that the social and economic system is somewhat different here than what I'm used to, I would like to hope that I can contribute in some small way. I have a background in the hard sciences as well as in marketing and business, and I have some skills I could lend to whatever security enforcement may be in place as well. If any of you have information on how I might best apply my time and abilities in a manner that would benefit us all, I would be very appreciative of your assistance.

[ the man over the network looks shabby, a little. run down, like an old shirt that somehow looks worn out no matter how freshly clean it is.

...and he is freshly clean, come to think of it. thanks, blue goo. it's been a thrill.

he stares down at his communicator, mouth tilted in a slightly awkward, out of practice smile. ]

So. This is space, huh? [ one nod, and he purses his lips. ] All right, then.

( t e x t ; s.h.i.e.l.d codes )

Ay-up Tranquility! I hope you all had a cozy nap, but it's time to shake up that cranium.

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Keep your eyes wide. Cheers! xx

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(ooc: Audio translates into (.... --- .-- -.. --- .. .--. .-.. .- -.-- ..--..)
Once you get the message in that, there's a part two... Hint is in the post. Another hint, it deals with past conversation between Jim and someone else. If you need help, OR JUST WANT THE ANSWER, Plurk me up. I'll post it on here soon, unless someone else figures everything out!

oop you saw nothing

SOLUTION: Morse code translates into... "How do I play?"
Next hint is "keep your eyes wide." Highlighting this post and you will see Answer:|___________ (ENTER) If you know the answer to the first question [Which I hinted had to do with a past conversation...], your character will type "fair" and click enter. Doing that will trigger...

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Az bu dt pc ht rn fo ho hW

Now, what kind of code is that...? PLAYFAIR CODE! Translates into: "Ev er yo ne is sm il in gX")