[ On comes the comm and out pops Cibo's surprisingly cheerful tone. To friends, this might seem like an abrupt change in attitude. A welcome abrupt change considering the circumstances of the prior jump. We're taking it as a small blessing that comes with the newest inspiration. ]

I'm interested in starting a... business of sorts! [ She hasn't really mentioned this to anyone either. In fact, she only just thought of it a while earlier so the idea is still scattered around in her head. Give her just a few moments to actually think of where she wants to begin with this.

And don't mind her as she begins to animate the stream of imagination with hand gestures. ] I'm not skilled in architecture, but I would like to have it set with a kitchen area against one wall— leaving it separated by a bar and open to the lounge which will have small tables for group seating or chairs for single seating.

Perhaps a simple writing on the concrete walls— I have yet to decide what it will say though. But I would like to make it in a fashion of my City... That's what I'd like for it to be themed from. Except... It will be much more pleasant! I promise!

[ Oh! Something also very important! ] I would like to serve small sweets and drinks to anyone who would like them. I am not particularly sure what that will consist of... I'm open to requests! Please text recipes to my comm if you have anything specific you would like me to make as well.

Also, if anyone is interested in helping me out at any time, you are absolutely welcome to! I will probably need some help to start with anyway...

[ A small shrug and then she's outtie!

With the feed cut, she switches to texting a few friends real fast. ]

[ Cibo had been relatively absent from communications since the jump. And now her voice calmly presents itself onto the network like no big thang. ]

I'm not used to losing someone and feeling so...

[ Searching for Scout became her main focus before she couldn't safely go much further into the ship. If Scout were even still on the ship; She's definitely been around long enough to realize that sometimes passengers disappear during the jumps. She's not ready to think about it that way just yet.

Actually, she'd rather just not think about it at all. ]

Does anyone know of anything that might help take the mind off of it for a while? I'm up for anything at this point.

[ From the doom and gloom of everyone's existence around here, rolls a voice that's... well okay, not very doom and gloom-y but give him a second. He'll get there. ]

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
[ aaaand... a moment of silence. or appreciation. or both. both is good. whichever you'd prefer, because moz just needs a moment to enjoy. or quite possibly brag about this font of information in his brain. now, let's continue. ]

I'm just curious -- no one's actually shot an albatross around here, right? For fun or sport or just to see what might happen if you did, because i'm starting to hope that one of you showed up with some dice. Just, y'know, in case. And by 'in case' I mean every single day. Because those dice might just come in handy when any other frightful friends show up, and that's when i'll be there to remind you.

[ sigh, can you hear him shaking his head? ] I've begun to realize that you'll never run out of stories to tell because of this place, you'll only run out willing ears. The considerable lack of people - [ to use as underground sources ] - to play a game of parcheesi with is starting to become more of a disappointment than I ever thought it could be. What am I supposed to do with my sunday nights now? And if one of you tries to tell me to pick up Go Fish, i'll have you know that I'm only willing to sink so low.

And i've already sunk to the levels of bottom of the barrel three dollar cabernet, which is like licking the floor of a subway tunnel. [ .... er. ] Not that i've ever done that before.

[ well..... ] I might have paid someone else to do it.

But that's not the point. There's only so much boredom one man can stand. Only so many times you can play three-card-monte with yourself before you start getting it on the money. And the payout on that's not so big, if you catch my drift.

[Lilith isn't one for long broadcasts and there isn't much of a delay between her communicator turning on and her speaking.]

I'll keep this short. I know there's some non-humans around here and people from thousands of years before I am. Has anyone heard of Eridians? Where I'm from, all we seem to have left of them are their glowing ruins and treasure.

I'll even take information about eridium or Sirens, if anyone has heard of those.

Gotta question for you medical an' science types. Has anyone figured out what it is about those rat bites that makes 'em so dangerous, yet? I heard people got pretty sick. Seems worse than your average infection, by the sound of it.

[Today, LB is fully decked out in her Octopus suit to address the network. It might be odd, since she wasn't presently in danger, but she still had a good reason for it. Also, keep in mind that her voice is an oddly distorted mixtures of her normal voice and a deeper, gruffer voice.]

Good evening, Tranquility. Or is it day? Heeheehee? Who knows, in space.

Well now, despite getting mixed up in the hallways, the latest adventure was a little fun, don't you think~?

[She gives an exaggerated, playful shrug. Yes, she's being dead serious here.]

But that's not why I'm making my message -- hahaha -- judging from the reactions of others I've run into, I'm assuming about half of you are loading up your guns in preparation to slay me. So as a common courtesy, let me get one thing straight: I am not one of the monsters running around here! So quit shooting at me!

[After three times of being shot at or almost being shot at, LB was getting really sick of having her life threatened for no good reason. Dammit, Zer0, Mordecai, and Lilith, what was wrong with you guys?!

She then points to the camera with a metal tipped finger, continuing.]

So if you still feel like shooting me, I'm going to shoot right back? Or maybe I'll put a tentacle through your stomach -- heheheh -- depends on my mood. So don't fuck with me, got it?

[Right, right. This was all starting to deviate from informative to more threatening than she intended to. Raising her hand to one of her straps, she rubs at it as she reels back.]

Uh, anyway, nice talking to you all.



[OOC: She'll be out of her suit and speaking with her regular voice by the time people start replying. She just wanted to play show and tell, okay.]

[ It's been a while since Cibo put herself on the network, hasn't it? She's a little nervous looking, which is different because what she wants to ask is something she knows nothing about. That makes her a little embarrassed for no real reason actually. I mean, it's totally understandable that she doesn't know about— ]

What is a girlfriend supposed to do for a boyfriend? [ And why isn't she asking Scout? Because he probably doesn't know either. They're both a little clueless on this. Baby steps and what not. ] We already talk to each other and... [ You know. ] I just don't know if we should be doing anything different now.

I've never been in this sort of relationship before, so...

[ What is dating even supposed to be like? She has no clue.

With a little smile the video ends. ]

[ Cibo has made herself scarce after the last jump, because something didn't feel quite right from the previous month. Like something hadn't settled in her mind the way it should have. After resting the week after the jump, she wakes to a pleasant surprise and a newly rejuvenated attitude. And the video pops on to show it. ]

I'm sorry if I avoided you or didn't respond to you since the jump. I just couldn't bring myself to speak to anyone for some reason, but I'm feeling much better now. And my dream wasn't frightening like usual, so that may also be a sign that I'm better. Right?

I wish to meet with all of my friends soon. If you have some free time, please let me know.

[ And that's it! She'll trot off to the gardens to sit and watch her fish now. Possibly skim the network while thinking of some sort of interesting story that she would want to share with Murphy or Wheatley. Nothing she thinks of is as good as their stories are, though. Gosh. ]

[ When it begins, the camera is pointed in the direction of water. Beneath it, you see the newest member of the oxygen gardens swimming around slowly — Cibo's coelacanth. It's old from the looks of it; With scales hanging from it and its color is faded. And it barely fits into the frame at the distance that Cibo seems to be holding the comm device. Basically, it's a huge fish.

Soon enough, the camera turns to show Cibo, who seems pleasantly exhausted. She's normally slept at least once since the jump by this point. But she hasn't and it shows through to her tired voice. ]

If anyone knows how to care for any sort of fish, please respond. I would like to know if there are any special requirements for a creature this size. I am in the oxygen gardens, if you wish to come.

[ She looks off-screen to the water. ]

Also, if you know the name of its species? I've named it Dhomochevsky for now. He was another... friend I had...

[ The sight of the coelacanth seems to have drawn her attention away from the feed. After realizing it's been on for a long minute, she quietly shuts it off. ]

[Bed rest sucks.

[Now that we've got that out of the way, you know what doesn't suck? Dutch weed. Just a little bit of it. Not only does Murphy not feel like he's been royally screwed over by a bullet wound and injuries and sicknesses he'd endured from Silent Hill, but he's feeling pretty much like the universe is an okay place right about now. No nightmares of dead children and angry wives and shackles, prison, being a monster...

[Nothing's okay, everything's fine, fine fine. And we have Murphy here. Now's not the time to be tacking away over text! Instead, we're treated to a hoarse, haggard voice of a swell and phenomenally high man:]

"Y'know what's really somethin' that I've never taken into consideration before? We're in space.

"I said it, we're in space. You'd think the novelty of it wouldn't wear down after so long, but..." [He scoffs.] "Never even was one of those kids who... y'know, wanted to be an astronaut when they grew up, but...

"Hey! Here's a question: What did you wanna be when you grew up? Grow up. Sorry. Some of you are kids. But still...

"Me, I always thought it'd be kinda cool to be like Mr. White, uh... Minus the gettin' shot at part. 'Cause bein' shot really hurts, and..."

[There's a pause. Are we going to finish that thought? No?]

"Shit, I think I can feel my brain..."

[Another pause. There's a sound of something creaking.] "I'm really bored right now."

[Somebody take Murphy's communicator away before he says/does something he's going to regret... Or just talk to him, because goddamn.]

[ 4:58am. The video begins. All there is to see is black. And what there is to hear is only a mess of extreme sobbing for eight whole seconds. The low buzz of her electrical prod provides ambiance for whatever short moment Cibo gasps for air. The whole event practically sounds like torture It must have shocked the device and activated the transmission in the first place — which it apparently does again on the ninth second, ending the feed.

There is nothing posted publicly afterward, save for a short texts a few minutes later. ]

[Text → AM]
Again. Worse.

[Text → Scout]
May I come over soon?

[Text → Murphy]
If awake, please meet me.


[ ooc: Depending on when your character replies will determine how upset Cibo will be. She'll head to the showers to calm herself down for a while. Once she returns, she'll be more comfortable to voice or video.
(Would most likely switch from her perma-text replies if asked.)
((Note: Edited in a time. Hope that doesn't mess anyone up!))
(((Here's what Cibo's dream was~))) ]

Hi. [She waves at the camera.] Me again. Two questions:

One, does anybody know how to use a taser? If so, mind giving me some lessons? I could have asked the girl who gave it to me, but I wasn't thinking at the moment. In fact, what about self-defense classes? I get the feeling that not everything comes in peace here.

[Please don't tell her about any butt-probing horror stories.]

Two, I'm dying of boredom. No, pretending didn't work so don't ask. I didn't think I would ever say this, but I'm looking for one of the jobs here. While I am an artist, I did minor in computer science. I know how to write programs, troubleshoot, so on and so forth. [She left out the part about knowing how to hack.] There has to be some computer thing I can do on the spaceship before I lose my mind.


[Filtered to Edgeworth]

I was drunk. That's my story. The big feet thing was true, though.

[The video turns on first -- a closeup of a handsome young man’s face. A blue eye flashes in the screen for a moment, then the camera is turned over in his hands, buttons are pressed -- and it switches to voice. There is silence for a moment, save for the fumbling of Renly’s hands and some quiet breaths, and then -- a soft ‘Aah.’ The strange device is blinking at him, apparently he is meant to communicate. Sadly, his voice does not sound quite as authoritative as he wishes it to, mostly due to confusion.]

This is King Renly Baratheon, lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Speak, whoever listens, and tell me how I may return home. I have pressing business to attend to and a war to win.

[He falls silent once again, frowning, and pokes at the comm, some of the arrogance in his tone fading to honest curiosity and confusion.] If there is anyone listening, that is. This device is quite strange.

[ Hello, have your new 010 » 111 pop up on the network. The video turns on to show someone obviously in their room. He's sitting on the bed and he has the comm resting in his hands on his lap, it's facing him -- even if it's a little off center. His fingers run over the buttons on the device and he clears his throat, ready to speak at the indication that the video is recording.

And yet, the video is upside down. ]

Just a friendly reminder to whoever is in charge that, if you are in fact going to abduct someone from their work and home into outer space -- you might want to reconsider picking a blind man. For one, stars? Completely wasted on me.

[ A slight quirk of his lips up at that. ]

And to... any friendly listeners out there, a brief rundown of this place from someone who isn't a native would be exceptional. I'm sure there's a welcome sign around here but, well, [ He tilts his head just a bit and shrugs lightly. ]

I think that covers it. Nice to meet you, I'm sure you're all very pretty.

[ And then he grins and hangs up. ]

[Last time he did this, he did it in text and got crap for it. So today he'll actually talk, but he still doesn't want to show his face to the entire ship. Call him paranoid.]

I have a couple of questions.

First of all, does anyone here play sports? I coached some basketball back home - I'd be willing to help organize something here, even help teach people who are interested. It's fun, good exercise, promotes teamwork and cooperation. Would the holodeck be able to provide a court?

And on a more... personal note, has anyone ever received items in their locker that didn't belong to them?

...So, I've got a question to ask everyone here. I guess after the last big event I've been kind of dwelling on it. There was a lot of pannic and confusion, and not everyone got out alright-

I want to teach a class. Not space basics, or engineering basics, though those go hand-in-hand.

I want to teach survival skills. Skills we're going to need if we're going to keep dealing with these horrors and terrors and who knows what the hell else. I can teach people how to jury rig survival equipment - it doesn't matter the age, kids and adults are both welcome, if there's enough interest. But I just-

I don't want anyone to have to handle things like I did the first time around.

So what do you all think? Is it worth gathering a group together - maybe in the Engineering deck, and teaching you how to survive in a space crisis?

Clarke out.

[ An audio transmission kicks on around four in the morning. Cibo sounds out of breath and her voice is shaking. There's not much other than the shuffling of sheets. ]

Every time I fall into my restful state, I have these terrible... visions.

[ More shuffling. She sniffs up her runny nose. Sounds juicy. Gross. Then a cough. Now it's obvious that her voice was dry and suffering from the exhaustion. ]

In them, I'm in The City again. Killy is still gone, passengers of the Tranquility are there and the Safeguard have — I just feel like we're all really there. That we're all...

[ Her voice trails off. A small hum and the occasional zapping sound of her electrical prod breaks the silence and coaxes her to speak over it. ]

I've never felt like this before. Never so... I'm so tired. Can someone please tell me what this means? What's happening to me? Why do they feel so real?

[ The transmission cuts. Text to follow. ]

I am looking for RESNIK or WARD regarding my wire-cables for connection to the Tranquility's technology. Sulu said that they may be able to help me. I am also still looking for XAVIER or DATA for information on the Science Department. I have already spoken with Doctor Elizabeth Ross, but I am looking for further confirmation.

( TEXT → SCOUT )

( TEXT → BLAKE )

( TEXT → MURPHY )

[ The technology, all in all, isn't too hard to grasp. It's more the fact that there's no real way off the ship (no concrete information as to how the passengers arrived, no explanation as to the contents of the lockers), not to mention the circumstances under which he had arrived, that leave Connors ill at ease. The phenomenon, however, is not one that he seems to be alone in, and when the video feed turns on, he seems much more put-together (and healthier, too) than he'd been when he'd arrived, glasses in place upon the bridge of his nose and the stump of his arm barely visible at the bottom edge of the screen. ]

Apologies, first of all, if the question is redundant, [ he begins, with a slight duck of his head, ] but considering the range of worlds from which we hail, I was curious as to how many passengers are not classified as human or are possessed of "supernatural" capabilities. I'd like to do a little research, if at all possible.

[ He opens his mouth as if to continue on, but seems to think better of it. The transmission is awkwardly short, as is, but he doesn't have much else to say that's strictly relevant (that won't sound too much like covering up). ]

Thank you for your time. Dr. Curtis Connors, at your service.

[ 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.