Hullo, Tranquility. Now that we've had a little bit of time to settle in, I have a proposal I want to put to you. I know I'm awfully new here, but it seems like something that needs doing.

I know everyone who's been here for even just one jump has made friends, or had friends or family here from home. And it seems pretty inevitable that every jump, some of those people disappear. I also know that sometimes, things happen here on the ship, and we lose people we care about. I don't think the names of those people should be forgotten. Even if they've returned home and are safe there, they were part of the community here. And I think they should be remembered.

So I'd like to put together a memorial wall of sorts. Not for us to mourn at, but a place to keep all the names of the people who are gone, for whatever reason. I can assemble a list, but I'm going to need some help constructing some kind of display. And...to be honest, probably some help putting that list together as well.

I'm open to suggestions on where it should be, and what it should look like, too.


[OOC: The memorial wall has mod approval. If your character is interested in helping ICly with either maintaining the list or constructing the memorial, please let Tosh know. I wouldn't mind an extra hand keeping track of things OOCly either, so if you're interested in that, please either PM me at this journal, or ping my plurk at verylittlesugar.]

hey
let's not talk about..................... all of that
i'm just going to be straight and ask........ ok i want to do something for someone
like a gift
something nice but all i ever do is bake
i'm not even sure what the date is anymore, so might as well make up my own "anniversary" around here
starting

[ He stops typing for a moment. Dramatic effect. ]

now

anyways, the baking idea
i would be rolling my eyes if a baker did that, yeah you do that all the time ned soooooooooooooooooooooo
wow too many 'o's

what's available around here that she
er
that person might like?? a walk through the oxygen gardens screams disaster
i feel like i shouldn't touch the flowers either
we have pools but something not so nice happened in one
walk around the ship, but there's that occasion a whole lot of us got lost through mazey fun
advice before our next round of goo please

thanks, hope you are all fine and well
ok
yeah bye

[ Interesting thing about Sebastian Moran: he absolutely loves a good jungle. It doesn't matter what type, so long as it's interesting and He considers the Tranquility a jungle within itself, really, if jungles were composed of oddly mismatched architecture. The entire ship has offered him plenty of room to explore, though, and he's finally discovered the oxygen gardens.

He knows full well that there's not anything of the nasty, sharp-toothed, razor-clawed nature lurking in the gardens, but it's nice to be back in a familiar environment, so he's incredibly cheerful, whistling some semblance of a tune when the recording begins, his eyes scanning his surroundings beyond the view of the device. Suddenly, he stops his whistling and cracks a grin. ]

Damn. That'll be stuck up there all day now. [ He taps his temple. ] How far does all this go on, then? It doesn't seem nearly deep enough for my tastes.

[ Oh, another interesting thing about Sebastian Moran, by the way: he really loves to hear himself talk. Which means that for the next few minutes, the lot of you have to him narrate his own mini documentary. And his voice is not nearly as calming as Morgan Freeman's. ]

Maybe we'll catch a tiger, eh? [ He chuckles. ]

Damn near impossible to catch one of 'em by the toe and live to tell the tale, in case you ever wondered. They've got razor sharp claws that retract, five inches long on most of 'em. You'd probably be better off putting your head between their jaws and saving 'em the trouble of shredding you to bits.

[He continues on in this manner for five more minutes or so, rattling off strangely gorey facts about tigers and other beasties and jungles in the world's cockiest tone until--

The scheduled "rain" for the lower levels of the garden begins to fall heavily, instantly soaking him and mostly shutting him up beyond hushed swears as he fumbles to turn the device off. Thanks, Tranquility. ]

{OOC| I would like to apologize. Also, tags will come from tigers because I changed his username yes good.}

Hello Tranquility!!

[ a communication device flicks on revealing... grain, and little else. At least to start out with. after some time, a man in a bow tie looking... more enthusiastic than he has any right to look shows up in the feed. ]

—Kept meaning to do this, but apparently, I was already here. Or more specifically, will be here. And let me just say, there’s nothing more annoying than being ░░░░

[ static... as the feed flicks out. and then flicks on again, with the doctor looking somewhat annoyed. ]

Never mind that. As I was saying, there's nothing more annoying than being upstaged by— ░░░░░

[ a screech, static, and then back again. ]

—UPSTAGED BY YOURSELF.

[ this time, as he hits the coms device, the feed seems to stay. ]

Now, where was I? [ pause ] Right. I really ought to have introduced myself more formally sooner, but I couldn't help but get distracted. You know how it goes. Abandoned spaceship kidnapping people from multiple dimensions, no answers in sight— ░░░░

[ now he might be a little angry. ]

Communications devices that don't work!!!!

[ pause ]

But that's not the point, now is it? No, what's far more concerning, is here we are, on a not-so-abandoned spaceship, and the fog's setting in.

[ another pause ]

The fog. How could I have not noticed the—

...Never mind that.

[ he swallows ]

No, what's important is that I'm the Doctor, and I promise I'm going to do whatever I can to get to the bottom of this. Get to the bottom of the fog, why we're all here, and whatever else is thrown this way, because let me tell you, I've been through... ░░░░░░░░░░?͚̬̯̤̰̘̩̳̘̱̹͇͔̝̙̟̀͘͝͡͞?҉̫͇̖̬̲͉̫͍̼̘̹̣͕͈̻͡͡?̀҉̹̘͔̜̕

[ and the static takes over as the feed goes dead ]

[Remus looks pale and has awfully dark circles under his eyes, as per usual, and there's a fresh pink scar along the bridge of his nose-- but that can hardly be seen, because right now Remus is too busy flailing his hands around everywhere. He's in the media library, tucked between two stacks, far too many datapads surrounding him.]

Have you all seen this? Have you all seen this? Look at it! Oh, Merlin, I've never seen such literature-- and it's so extensive! I can't even choose, there's far too many-- Sirius Black, you are in trouble when I see you if you knew about this and kept it from me--

[He pushes his fingers through his hair. It ends up sticking up, but that's all right; he's too busy glancing down and scrabbling through the pile of datapads surrounding him.]

Like-- oh, look at this, it's this one story of a-- well, I can't hardly understand it, it's not of a human life, but I think it's a royal hierarchy on this one planet-- and oh, oh, there was one I found where it was entirely about time travel, and going to the future of a planet, and how he dealt with being a thousand years in the future-- oh, they're all so wonderful, I only wish I had more time--

[He glances up at the camera, manic and delighted-- but, because he's Remus, he bites his lip and tries to calm down a little.]

I can't understand why I'm the only person in here. There has to be at least one other person on this ship who'll be pleased by this public service announcement.

[ Second video, same as the first – set up on a desk, as formal as these things can get. Except for the fact that Josh is the one talking, so there’s absolutely nothing formal or professional about the transmission. ]

So I hate to play Space Meemaw already, but seriously, what’s with the standards of hygiene around here? If I have to put a chores rota on the tenth level fridge, I’ll be severely disappointed. I feel like it’s not unreasonable to ask that a society capable of interstellar travel do its own dishes.

[ A pause for consideration, then- ]

... although I guess "interstellar travel" might be a bit generous. This thing probably isn't the shining beacon of achievement they were going for.

( TEXT, private to Isaac Lahey )

[ The video opens to a man’s face, largely nondescript. He looks into the camera for an instant before glancing away, beyond the device to something seemingly on the other side of the room. It’s an inattentiveness that only lasts for a moment; he’s quick to look back. ]

Uh, this is...

[ There’s a brief hesitation, as if he’s not quite certain what should follow that aborted beginning. He licks his lips, then clears his throat and continues. ]

My name’s Sam Bell. And I’m—Well, I’m new to the ship but I’m not new to space, so…

[ He trails off with a sigh, shrugging. ]

If somebody could tell me who to talk to for a job or, or something to do, I’d appreciate it.

[ There are a great deal of fumbling noises coming from this broadcast, followed by a low mutter of "Pigeon crap!" This continues for about a minute before Shale realizes the device is on, and then there's silence until she flips it toward her.

Hi, Tranquility. ]

I'm to use this to communicate, am I? They ought to have made its buttons larger, but I suppose it will do, strange as it is. Some sort of magic, perhaps? But so fragile. Likely the work of humans; they're rather fragile themselves.

[ There's a pause here for a quick laugh before the golem behind the camera continues. ]

This is not Ferelden, that much is certain. It is not the Deep Roads either. In fact, I have been told we are on a ship in the Void. Bah! No darkspawn to crush, and yet there are still birds. They will keep their feathered fiends away from me, if they want them to live.

If the Warden or its companions are here, they should speak. I have already spoken to the Warden they call Bethany, but I mean the Warden. And if none are here, I would like to know where I might be able to squash some things.

We knew it. [It's a rough, angry rasp, and one might hear the sound of something sharp being dragged against the walls.] We knew it was trap! He just couldn't settle for being wrong, could he? Couldn’t handle the fact that he needed us…

[One might note that the voice is... peculiarly double-edged, half human, and half, sibilant hiss.] Your little prisons have never stopped us before, Spider, and they won’t stop us now! How many innocents must fall at your hands this time?!

[They pause to gulp down a few, ragged breaths, pausing to grasp at their face. They feel disorientated, maybe a little sick. The Other, however, steadies them again, and they bare twisted fangs at the screen.] We’ll rip you limb from limb.

[ This is back just slightly after the jump, somewhere on the lift. So, the background is pretty drab (???) and as always he's only dressed from the waist up. How does he even manage to mangle the jump suit? Someone give him some better clothes. ]

So. I guess that's what every jump is going to feel like, huh? Kind of shitty, if you ask me. Go here, go there. Do this, or you're gonna end up a puddle of gross if you don't. I really don't like taking these "mysterious" - [ He lifts his hands to quote the word, thank you. ] - orders 'cause it makes me feel like I'm Up There again. All the running around, not questioning a single damn thing. It really doesn't get anybody anywhere.

As for you new people— [ Biting at his lip, he takes a second to think about what he wants to say. Maybe waves his hand a bit. ] Don't expect any sort of rescue or hope or whatever comforting junk these guys have been telling you. Whether you want to believe it or not, you're screwed just like the rest of us. I've noticed some people like to sugar-coat the truth a little too much. Those you know from back home probably aren't going to show up, and the friends you make here might just disappear one day. [ Is someone sounding bitter? Yeeep. Definitely. ]

This isn't fun. It isn't a game. And on top of that, it's boring. I mean, boring. You've got your choices between getting high, getting wasted, or finding a good fuck to pass the time. Unless you wanna try exploring, but I wouldn't recommend that.

[ A sigh. ]

What I do recommend is trying to help me out with something though. It's not for some people, and I'm sure I'll be pissing someone off if I don't filter it. Seeing as how I don't know too much about all that, send me a message if you're: one, not a kid or an asshole. And two, interested in whatever could be a little, uh, illegal. I guess.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Tranquility.

[ It's with a warm sort of politesse that Petyr addresses the network this time around, a crimson sash draped over one of his shoulders and a new set of robes upon his frame. Visible next to him, at the fringe of the image, is a girl with chestnut brown hair and her hands folded in her lap, who should prove familiar to at least some upon the ship. ]

I inquired some months ago as to the existence of a physical library, and was informed that the ship lacked such a facility. As such, I have taken it upon myself to begin one for the sake of those who would prefer the feel of a solid page than the, ah. Furnishings that the ship provides. My collection is meager, but it is more than what was available upon my arrival. Should you care to take advantage of it, I can be found upon the fifth level, next to the quarters that Alayne Stone — [ at the mention, the girl sitting next to him smiles prettily and offers up a wave ] — keeps as a seamstress. She has offered her help in my endeavor, to care for the books in my absence.

That said, should you be willing to part with them, we would greatly appreciate any spare books that you might have. This service is without charge, and meant simply for the comfort of those upon the ship.

I have taken the liberty of attaching the list of the books collected so far, and hope that some of you, at least, will find some use in it.

[ And, with a duck of his head, the feed cuts out. ]

ATTACHMENT.


ooc: feel free to talk to petyr or alayne or both!

[Passengers who've met Heather before might notice she's a bit paler and a bit darker around the eyes than usual. Passengers who haven't are about to get a charming introduction, if it's delivered in a slightly flatter, wearier tone than her usual.]

Been a while since I've done one of these, so I should probably introduce myself. Heather Mason. I'm a double-oh-two and I work in the gardens, which is why I'm speaking to you today.

The oxygen gardens are what keep us all breathing and eating stuff that doesn't come in a vacuum pack. They're not a petting zoo. There are four of us trying to keep that place running and it's hard enough without worrying about the crops getting eaten or kicked over or people's pets trying to kill each other. So here's the deal: You're keeping something in the gardens? Drugs, pets, livestock. Dinosaurs. Congratulations. Now you work there. I don't want to hear any bitching, either. We all depend on the oxygen gardens to keep us alive, so if you're taking more out of them than anybody else, you need to put more in.

Oh, and if what you've got in there might cause damage to what someone else has there? It's your job to make sure that doesn't happen, not anybody else's. Come on.

[She'd add that the people she's just conscripted should contact her for details but... well, they might take that as an invitation not to.]