( this jump brought a few unexpected things for ilde; mementos of her marriage (the sentiment of keeping everything she wore on her wedding day; the somewhat more realistic picture of what brought them together in the form of some racy pictures of her strapping british husband in his prime), a confusing photograph of girls she doesn't think she knows with the handwriting of a man who should be dead dated years into the future, poetry books she's missed having at hand ... alcohol she's missed having at hand. there are conclusions to be drawn. most of them can wait.

she has a two-thirds full bottle of a respectably aged calvado, and just poking into the frame is an enormous feather of something that's been set down on the table beside her; looks like her room, although at this angle, it could be anyone's. there is quite the uniformity to them. )

Courtesy Daddy, I intend to have a well-deserved drink and I don't intend to become one of those women who drink alone in the middle of the afternoon, which means I require an accomplice. Apply within.

( ilde is one of those women who drinks alone in the middle of the afternoon. )
10 December 2014 @ 12:51 am
Raven Reyes here.

To the departments (any) - What's protocol when your boss goes MIA? MIA as in disappeared at jump. As far as I know, she never did name a second.

To Flight & Comms - How's our chain of command looking? Still got Wash and Ryuuzaki? Did we lose anyone else?

To Engineering - What now? I'm doing everything I can but we can only go like this for so long.

To anyone who can tell me what the hell this thing is -
[ she's attaching a picture of what looks like a rubik's-cube-sized square of skin and flesh?? it's sitting alone on a table. ] I'm all ears.

To anyone I've ever talked to - Be nice to know if you're still around.
10 December 2014 @ 01:46 am
So I have a few things to talk about it. First, I'm always looking for a sparring partner, hand-to-hand of course, but I could also use a target practice buddy. But I could also teach people if that's something anyone would want.

Okay, second thing. Frankly, I'm tired of burnt or otherwise messed up meals. Could I get a cooking 101 class from someone? I can offer hand-to-hand training, shooting training, or booze in return. And just be aware that you're working with perhaps a lost cause. And yes, I ate out a lot back home.

Finally, if someone had a big problem with guilt, how would this person be able to get past it? Like to stop blaming themselves?
09 December 2014 @ 04:07 am
[The changes are noticeable to anyone who has an eye for details. There are small cuts and bruises on Hermione's face and hands as she focuses on the network feed. But her calm demeanor and quiet determination say far more for how she has changed.]

I'm back. Months passed for me in my world and I didn't recall anything about the ship. However, now that I've returned, my memories are intact.

[Succinct and to the point. She is searching for information in the same manner she would comb a library.]

In case I have been gone for longer than a couple of months, my name is Hermione Granger. I was onboard for about six months before I was transported back. I worked in the Xenobiology and Genetics Department - a position I am very interested in continuing.

[She purses her lips pensively, shuffling through some notes.]

What I need most is information. I will find some way to compensate you for your trouble. Thank you.

[The feed ends with a sharp click.]
08 December 2014 @ 03:27 pm
"Hey, so... If you've been 'round, you might've noticed some missing persons this last jump. And... since there's no sign of our current Chief Support Staff Officer..." [No. No, he's not going to finish that train of thought.

[He clears his throat, and continues:]
"Anyways, if you're new, you probably have no idea what's goin' on, I get that. When I first got here, I had no idea where -- or when -- I was, and I wanted answers. I wish I could tell I had 'em all, but I can't 'cause I don't. What I can do is pick up where some of us have left off.

"So... here goes."

[On that note, the feed switches to text, and you are provided with a list of resources:]

THE RUNDOWN » What happened, where you are, what to do.
A TIMELINE OF EVENTS » This will take time to read thoroughly, but we strongly recommend it.
FAQ » Please read this before asking a question on the network.

LOOKING FOR WORK? » It goes without saying that we've become short staffed, and strongly advise anybody who's ready and able to haul some weight around here once you've settled in. If you have any questions about the departments, track down a chief officer or someone who operates within it about recruitment.

One last thing to any new arrivals:

Sometimes wandering off in the hallways can be dangerous. The Tranquility is a big ship and it's a lot to take in, but if anybody would like to learn the ropes or get shown around the place, I'd be more than happy to give some people the grand tour. I have a hovertruck.
[If that doesn't sweeten the deal, Murphy doesn't know what will.]

If you're still confused, ask your questions now or forever hold your peace.

[Locked to the Support Crew]

You guys okay with this? I'm open to suggestions... Won't lie, I have NO CLUE what the hell I'm doing. [Help how do I info post.]
09 December 2014 @ 09:11 am
I want a transport arranged for me back to Earth.

[ It's just a voice, but it's a distinct voice -- female, with a thickly Scottishish brogue and cadence, if still a little left off centre from that. She sounds like calmness is a thing she is gripping onto.

Keeping as much fear as there is anger at bay. ]

Not saying I'm going to hurt anyone, but a ship this class, you'll got coolant systems, a waste and water supply system, purification. A delicate ecosystem on which depends things like pressurisation, temperature, oxygen. I can compromise all of that and force your mission objective a turn around, but I'd rather just keep it simple. I want a shuttle and a pilot and I want it as soon as physically fucking possible.

If you're listening, you'll remember we had a deal. You can arrest me again when I'm on solid ground.
08 December 2014 @ 11:58 am
This... is kinda not my usual thing to talk about, but since they've been here for a long time and lots of people know them...

I believe both Bran and Arya are gone from Tranquility, as per this jump.

Which reminded me again. For those who've only been here for a little while, but've lost people, there's a memorial wall in the Oxygen gardens. You can... put up names there for people to remember.

For the new arrivals? Sorry the first thing over the network to be like that. It's not all bad or morose or anything! We had Space Christmas last jump, so, really. Not all bad. If you've got questions, people here'll try to answer them as well as we can. If you're looking for stuff to do, departments are usually recruiting, something'll be found!

Oh, also, if you guys see direwolves or a dragon, be careful. They might be missing their people kind of a lot. But they're likely to leave you alone if you don't pester them. I'm not sure they haven't been sent back home as well, but - just in case.

That's it. Robin out.
Current Mood: sad
05 December 2014 @ 03:01 pm
I can't say I know very much about space, or how this spaceship works, but I have a few questions.

What does it run on, and who's piloting?

And is there a reason that we can stop by at the nearest planet and get off this thing? Anything has to be better than this, right?

[There's a pause.]

If these are stupid questions, I'd rather you just explain why, and spare me the sarcasm.
03 December 2014 @ 05:36 pm
[ For all that Emma tries not to brood, she missed space Christmas and news of Pan's curse has her feeling particularly sentimental. Reflective, even. And the prospect of losing her memories, losing her loved ones, only serves to remind her that sooner or later, they're all trying, in some capacity, to lose the people they've grown to care about aboard the Tranquility. ]

A friend of mine pointed out a while back that not everyone has a home to go back to at this point. Or one worse than what's here, whether that means they're dead or just some other kind of screwed.

[ Strangely, with Dean back now, she has to wonder if he'd say the same again. That staying on the ship, even as it is now, is better than the alternative for some. Getting a read on him is tougher now. It feels like she's missing pieces. ]

What about you? What's your best case scenario for whenever we figure out what the hell's going on here? Do you go home, forget all about it? Backtrack to Arima and set up shop?
03 December 2014 @ 09:02 am
[ It's the holiday season, and everyone knows what that means.

Time to set up a blind date!

Wait, that isn't the reason for the season? It's very unfortunate for one Benny Lafitte that Caroline has decided that, for him, it is.

It's not like she's out to find his One True Love or anything, but he needs to get out and socialize a lot more than he has been. It's entirely possible he won't be too happy about her efforts, but she's going to keep his name a secret.

Unless someone figures it out and asks. She's a terrible liar.

The video starts with her smiling brightly, full of holiday cheer and such things. ]

So, I've got a friend. Let's call him...Huggy Bear. [ It's appropriate. Benny's totally a bear, and it's cutesy enough that it has her smile turning a little more mischievous.

No, she is not aware of a certain character from Starsky and Hutch also called Huggy Bear, but moving on. ]
It's the time of year where everyone needs a little company, and I think my friend could use some of the dating variety.

Who's up for a blind date? [ It might be silly, but they're all so far away from home, and the holidays have her homesick something fierce so this has been her project to keep her distracted. One she definitely did not okay with the topic of her post. ] He's a great cook, so dinner wouldn't even be a problem. He's super sweet and very mature. [ In that 'immortal being who has been alive for a while' type of way. ] Not only that, but he's a great friend to have, even if it doesn't work out. Added bonus: he's got a killer accent. Who doesn't love accents?

Contact me if you're interested! [ And with a cheery little wave she ends the transmission. Then she proceeds to sit and stare at her communicator, because there has to be someone out there for her buddy Benny. She has his best interests in mind, after all. ]
30 November 2014 @ 08:54 pm
[Those that have met Jack Harkness before on any one of the thirty-seven jumps that he's inhabited the ship may be surprised by his appearance on camera in this moment. He looks haggard. Like he hasn't slept in days - which he hasn't. More days than even he should be able to stretch things. He'd been doing so well, before. They'd all been doing so well. He had let himself relax. He had been starting to make friends, at last. He had let himself be deluded into thinking that he might be able to be happy, here. That this might be permanent, and that he was okay with that.

It's enough to make him want to cry, in retrospect.]

Ianto Jones. Has anyone heard from him, after the... After everything calmed down? He's not answering his comms. It's not like him to just. Disappear.

[Best case scenario is that he's lost. Jack has been looking, as best he can on his own, for every day he can, since it became clear that he was missing, hence the lack of sleep. But one man can only do so much out there. Worst case scenario is... Hell, even best-case scenario isn't good. If he's lost, he's stuck down there, and there's a jump coming up. Jack's trying hard not to think about it, but. The closer it gets, the more it weighs on him.]
30 November 2014 @ 10:50 pm
[Gold has a bad habit of not looking at the camera when he's speaking to his device - but this time it seems less like he's working on something more important, and more as though he's examining something, a slightly pensive air to his expression.]

As irritating as it is to admit it, this coming jump will be my twenty-fifth. [He looks up, then, setting whatever item it is aside and giving the camera his full attention.] Patience is a virtue, as they say, but I've lost count of the faces that have come and gone. I won't pretend for any sentiment to the fact - what concerns me is the loss of information that each might have held, whether about this ship or some clue on why they were brought here at all.

[He still believes there's a pattern. There's always a pattern.]

My world was one within several, each with borders that could be... hopped, if you had the means. [And the will.] What was always interesting was the ideas that would seep through the cracks. The lives that would become stories and songs.

[With hugely edited pieces, facts missing, other exaggerated. But he knows his history, and he knows how it's remembered.]

My name is Rumplestiltskin. I'm curious to know how many of you have heard it.
30 November 2014 @ 10:01 pm
Brethren aboard, I come to you today with an enquiry most... well, most abnormal.

I wonder-

[A pause here, squinting, as if not entirely sure how to phrase such a thing. Perhaps it will sound like lunacy, but then, he is very used to being called eccentric anyway. So maybe simply coming out with it was for the best.]

-I wonder if anyone has before been contacted, on their devices, by someone outside of the ship?

Someone not aboard, who does not even know the name Tranquility, and perhaps is not even very familiar with the technology here, as I was once not... Someone curious about us, and this place.

[And unwilling to say why, though he should not wish to alarm anyone by making this sound more cloak-and-dagger than it ought.]

Has anyone else ever communicated with such a person? A voice in the void?
29 November 2014 @ 02:23 pm
What do people do here other than the departments? I know I probably should join one but I don't know if I'd be any help.

( At least not yet, anyway. She needs to pull her head out of bad space first but at least she's not said she's never joining one. But Elena does at least know that she needs to do something )

I guess I mean like group stuff, not a personal 'what do you like to do'.

( Although anything could be helpful )

Where do you even start trying to find something new to do somewhere like this? It probably makes a difference if there are already groups. Or clubs. I'm hoping that there are.
26 November 2014 @ 06:47 pm
so if you see something that looks like mistletoe growing in the corner of your doorway
or elsewhere

DONT APPROACH IT especially with company
GET AWAY FROM IT or else set it on fire
carefully on fire
ill be along to take care of it later


[as part of the aftermath of space christmas, there may be some vicious mistletoe hanging around in certain doorways. some of it bites, and some of it growls, and some of it pursues you until you kiss the person you ran into on your way into the kitchen. classic wizard mistletoe prank gone slightly awry but also it's still funny. mistletoe began concentrated mostly on level 5, but it's spread itself upwards and downwards. and into the SEC offices. and elsewhere. feel free to say that you have been assaulted or do some threads of being assaulted in this post/your inboxes/useful log created for this purpose.]
25 November 2014 @ 10:24 pm
( nearly a year has passed since nuala sat down in front of her communications device for the first time, quiet and solemn and still; the setting has changed, and the costuming. unlike the other elves who call the gardens home, she has left the flets and lives alone in a pavilion that offers more protection from the elements than it seems as if it should for the primary reason that a wizard built it. if she remembers that the last time she lived in such state her people were at war, she gives no day to day indication. it is a more personal backdrop than the identical and sparse rooms of the passenger decks, much of what decorates it stitched patiently over the months - or flowers, woven, assembled by her hand from the gardens. she is dressed more finely than she was then, too, in her handmade gown, her hair braided in a Tymoshenko-esque crown as it often is, lately, to better lean inquiringly over the shoulders of the rest of Xenogen without risking dropping her hair into something that doesn't really need her DNA in it.

it may be familiar to some, all the same. this is a communications device. nuala has decided she wishes to communicate. at some point, in this awful quiet that she's remained in since having woken, things will begin to make sense again. )


( there isn't anything else. the idea of leaving her pavilion is paralyzing; she wishes to talk to someone. so she will wait, and sooner or later, someone will talk to her and she won't have to go anywhere to do it. )
22 November 2014 @ 10:40 pm
[Elsa is in her cabin, and she looks different than she has on the network in the past. Her hair is still in a braid over her shoulder, but her dress is high-necked and mostly black, and it makes her face look very pale, even in comparison to her everyday appearance. The fact that her eyes are noticeably red-rimmed and puffy doesn't help. Her demeanor is circumspect now, but it's obvious that she's been crying.

She also wears a pair of fine teal leather gloves.]

Hello, everyone. I -- I have two things to say.

[She pulls a plant into the picture. It has pretty yellow blossoms, but it's beginning to droop: maybe her cabin isn't the right environment for it. It's in a glass jar of water for the time being.]

The first is... this plant was in my locker after the most recent jump. I don't know what it is, or how to care for it. I'd be grateful for anything you can tell me.

[She doesn't promise a reward, because what does she have to give?]

The other thing is...

[She hesitates, then swallows, pressing her lips together, visibly determined to soldier on regardless of how subdued and defeated she feels. She should probably apologize for what she did to the eighth floor, but that would mean publicly admitting to the exact nature of her powers, so for now, she decides to stick to the plan she's already made.]

Does anyone have any gloves that they're not using? I only have this one pair, so I'd like to borrow some for a while, if that would be all right.
18 November 2014 @ 07:03 pm
( several months ago, elizabeth accidentally over-shared in the form of broadcasting a very personal tragedy across the network. since then, she has quietly been practicing to hone this 'gift'; to benefit those upon the ship rather than simply herself. and today, there is proof that her efforts have found some level of success.

she is pale, her eyes wide and unfocused while the images play out before her mind. from them, she can parse that what she sees is taking place somewhere within the ship. where, she has no idea, exactly. a confined space is all she can make out. that is not what alarms her, however. there are—are they animals, or people—tearing each other apart.

"i should never have trusted you!" comes through, among other insults and hurtful things the individuals snarl at each other as they battle. she has seen blood and battle and death, and yet nothing approaches this level of savagery. the sight of it alone is enough to cause her eyes to widen further, and for her to clench her fists at her sides. in a moment or two, the vision passes and she seems to regain lucidity; but not her composure.

elizabeth is visibly shaken by this point, and her eyes are suspiciously bright. with tears, anxiety, or fear? one may guess any of them and be correct. )

Anyone who is affiliated with Security, I beg of you, please aid these people! There are a great many of them and they are ripping one-another to pieces.

( quite literally, if her expression of horror is any indication. her voice pitches higher, as her alarm grows. )

I know not where they are, but they are confined together and can neither flee nor leave their location. Should nothing be done, they will die horribly. I have seen it.

( and what she sees always happens unless it is caught beforehand. but that is the tricky part, because: )

Whether or not this has already come to pass is unknown to me. In case it has not, their lives may yet be saved. It is certainly worth the effort to try.

Those of you whom cannot defend yourselves, please remain hidden until this passes. Should we be fortunate, it will be soon.

( her image does not linger overlong upon the network before the feed is cut. she would rather not break down in front of everyone. )
06 November 2014 @ 02:14 am
ATTENTION ENTIRE TRANQUILITY except the creepy-crawlies in the hallways, you stay out

due to the fact that i'm really super sick of hearing about some vague impending space christmas without any kind of actual space christmas, i've decided next month is gonna have space christmas.

so mark your calendars because exactly two weeks after the jump is gonna be space yuleapalooza and none of you actually have any say in it. so don't be an asshole about it. be festive instead.

if you don't know what christmas is: the short story is basically that everyone gives each other gifts of some kind and it's this huge spirit of giving thing and people optionally decorate with shiny shit like tinsel but idk if we have any tinsel? and i guess just ~bonding and closeness~ and all that. togetherness? and like, if you really want to go for accuracy you can turn the heat way down and shiver under a blanket with someone but that's mostly because winter's cold as balls, it's not actually a christmas thing.

in summary i repeat: two weeks from jump, space christmas.

that's pretty much it. later

(fine print: blame sirius)