[ For once, Alayne Stone — Sansa Stark to some already — does not greet the Tranquility with her usual politesse and poise. Where usually she would arrange herself carefully, hands folded and not a hair out of place, she sits in the frame of the picture lopsidedly and sideways, the whole of it shaking as the dull sound of a fist flat upon metal rings in the background. ]

Lady! Lady—! [ Alayne calls and the answer is a muffled howl, coupled with another bang and the indistinct sound of another voice. ] —Petyr, I—

—I will call for aid, just please— [ Another howl, more dire this time. ] —look to keep her calm.

[ Only now does the image right itself, Alayne's expression pinched with worry though she does her best to smooth her hair back (and with it, some of her fluster). Still, Alayne's speech is quick and worried. ] My dear Tranquility, I beg the question: is there no way to unlock the doors? No matter of mechantry or— or magic that may give us passage back to our rooms?

I was not mindful of the warnings made by others and— only thought to bring warm clothing to those unaccustomed to such bitter climes. But in doing so, I have made my room a cage for my guardian and my animals. [ Again, a howl pierces the air and Alayne flinches visibly. ] Lady howls to be so bereft of me. I am fearful she will harm him or the birds in frustration if salvation does not come quick. So please, I beg you: send aid, if there is any aid to send.

[ Off-screen that muted voice calls out, though it is unclear if it is meant as a response to Alayne's words. She turns when she hears it, reaching for the door, before the video cuts out again. ]

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[ ooc note; Alayne is locked outside her room at 003 » 005. Other people on the same floor are welcome to note/comment/investigate the sound of a very upset direwolf howling in one of the rooms. It probably sounds pretty disturbing since Lady almost never howls and she sounds equal parts sad and angry.

Action threads welcome, though Isaac Lahey has first dibs to take Alayne away to join her family. ]

If anyone missed it, the ship is now in emergency lockdown.

[Kirk is addressing the video next to him, the device seems to be propped up so that there is a clear view of Tyke next to him as he taps away at a console in one of the corridors. it's one of those big holographic ones, and it's reflecting red light back into his face. he doesn’t look up.]

We're running on backup power, and before anyone asks, we haven't figured out the problem. Primary power is being directed into Engineering and the Oxygen Gardens. Engineering, I need one of you to contact me-- I don't have clearance so I can't get down there on my own.

[it's here that he looks up]

The lockdown has also, for some reason, extended to everyone's cabins--

[but the console beeps and Kirk's attention goes back to whatever he was working on. Tyke has been concentrating on her comms device, but she looks over as Kirk cuts off, frowning slightly. clearly not interested in wasting time waiting for him to finish and get back to addressing the camera.]

Gonna want everyone getting down to the gardens. Power's still good down there and sticking together's safer. If you haven't been locked out of your room yet, grab everything you can before you leave - blankets, sheets, pillows. Agriculture, if you're not there already, we're gonna need you for access. And SEC, I want you down there running tight guard on the area, loose patrols to pick up stragglers. [an agitated, stilted shift of her shoulders.] I'm not taking any chances on this being more fucked up than a power cut.

It's going to get cold up here, people. Resnik is estimating 40 degrees Fahrenheit. Bundle up, we might be camping for a while.

[and he reaches up to click off the transmission.]


[ooc: gold is for Kirk, blue is for Tyke.

UPDATE: go to this log for open garden camping stuff!]

[ jenna's spent so long being constantly afraid, pressed under the weight of klaus' compulsion, the ever-present threat he represents; not just to her, but to the people she cares about.

knowing he's gone is almost hard to process at first-- then it hits her like a wall of giddy relief, heartrate sped up and almost anxious with it. part of her wants to curl up in her room and not leave for a while, until the too fast, overwhelming feel passes.

the rest of her just wants to let it out, and not by hitting someone. violence is a part of her life now, but that doesn't mean she has to let that dictate something as important as marking this.

luckily, justin is a sweetheart and brian doesn't know who grows her weed and can't get any for himself.

the face she turns to the network is happy, and genuine; but it's tinted manic, not easy. ]

All right, you know what? At the risk of being blamed for jinxing us, we're pretty much due a catastrophe any day now, and I'm ready to take a break in just waiting around for it.

So. With permission from the owners-- because one of them is a sweetheart and the other one is a cold, ruthless businessman who completely expects a favor back, I know, I know-- tonight at Space Babylon I'm having a party.

I'll bring music and extra booze-- [ and she stockpiles, it's a thing. ] and if you want something else, food or anything like that, that's nice for you but bring it yourself.

...no prior acquaintance necessary, just go ahead and show on up. The more the merrier.


( ooc | now with the worst cop out of a log ever. )

[ This entry starts with the sound of shrubbery and a black screen. It goes on for a few more seconds, almost a full minute of it with heartfelt cursing interspersed every odd second or so. Next comes the pneumatic sound of the lift doors opening and closing, and a staticky shake of the feed, catching on the tail end of a low goddamnit.

Lo, an Isaac Lahey appears, looking a bit torn up with his dirty shirt but suspiciously not injured. Like at all. At least he didn't catch any of the scheduled "rains", so he's not muddy along with just dirty. ]

Great. Pocket dialing.

So I just went camping. Also I think I have a literal thorn in my ass, but I fell backwards on a bush, so who knows. I'm back, though?

I didn't see the dinosaur. I did find some pretty flower plants, though, like this one.

[ You guys, pay attention. He's holding wolfsbane. Of the non-deadly variety - thanks, Remus, for pointing the shrubbery out that one time - but still wolfsbane. Oh nooo. ]

Anyone knows what flower this is?

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[ FILTERED TO LYDIA MARTIN + ALLISON ARGENT ]
so are you guys okay or just avoiding werewolves?

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[ FILTERED TO HAYLEY STARK ]
HH, how good are you with adults? this is important.

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[ FILTERED TO SERAPHIM DIAS ]
so i'm back. chocolates first, garden later?

[Blake's jumping right in today; if he's still feeling any aftereffects from Silent Hill, it's not evident in his voice.]

Sorry for the delay on the basketball club. For those who missed it the first time, or are new this jump, I was thinking about starting up an intramural basketball club, if there's enough interest. No experience necessary; I'm willing to teach anyone who wants to give it a try. I was thinking of meeting up three days from now, in the gym on floor 009, at 1200 hours if that works for everyone.

As a side note, does anyone have electric clippers?

[ The image, at first, is kind of dark and blurred. He's been out of the loop for quite awhile, taking the time to check through some of the messages before giving up and tossing the device at the corner of his bed—it causes the picture to shake and briefly turn upside down before setting right again. By this time, he's managed to maneuver onto the floor, and it's pretty evident that he's 100% naked. Only his back and shoulders are visible as he frantically looks through something. ]

Shit. Where did I put it? [ More rustling, more cursing - fuck, fuck, fuck - and he eventually holds up a glass vial that fits into his palm. But he's not holding onto it for long, instead pulling the top from it and bringing it to his mouth and pressing it hard against his lips. Very obviously nothing in it, his other hand moves to grip some of his hair in frustration as he clutches the bottle. ] Get a grip, Beleth. This isn't the worst thing that's happened to you. What day is it? When was the last fucking jump? Dammit.

[ But maybe it is because he's squeezing so hard the glass is breaking, and it shatters a second later, shards falling and the leak of blood slow from where it's cut into him. He looks down, stares at it, and immediately scrambles for the device. Like he's known it's been on the whole time. ] I need—

[ He struggles with the words, a smear of red coating the top part of the screen where his thumb is resting. ] Fuck. I don't care if this is against the rules, or if this is gonna piss everyone off. I need more of this - [ And he draws his hand back to show a mess of blood and broken glass. ] - before I do something really stupid. Please. [ The rest of it is under his breath and mumbled: ]

I need help.

[ The feed clicks on. +1 Rosella, looking blankly at the screen. It's actually a pretty lengthy beat, though it's more thoughtful than that thousand yard stare might suggest. Considering who this is, though... Not always easy to tell. The camera is centered to a perfect frame of her shoulder-up and while the lights are dim, there's probably only a very small handful of people who, you know. Start out their feeds that quasi-ominously.

The silence is quickly replaced by a sharp frown. It's a little jarring, to see such an aggressive expression on a previously empty face. ]

As operational parameters are different here, I have a personal query for operatives and competent civilians, new or old. Do you consider the previous mission history of either myself or others relevant in our new enviroment?

[ everything in neal's life right now depends on coming off as better-- healing, masking pain maybe, but better. as such: time to get back on the network socialization horse.

he's in his devore, this time, and a fedora to boot; armor, but whatever. hot armor. ]

You know what I've noticed? Space is actually pretty boring in between it trying to kill us all.

In that vein, here's something I haven't done in a while. Pick a or b and try your best.

( ic attachment )

That's a, here's b.

You're on a road-- let's say to the nearest drycleaners. If you don't understand why we need one of those, you're going somewhere else that's very important and exciting, all right? You come to a point in the road where the path is blocked by three guardians; their names are Knight, Knave and Chaos. Knight always tells the truth, and Knave can always be trusted to lie. Chaos just blows whichever way the wind is strongest, that day.

To get past them, you only have to do one thing: by asking three yes or no questions (one to each guardian, double dipping not allowed) figure out which one is Knight, which one is Knave, and which one is Chaos.

There is, as always, one catch: the guardians understand English but will answer you back in their local language, so 'da' means yes and 'ja' means no. Or maybe it's the other way around-- probably should have read the guidebook closer.

So. How do you do it?

And hey, why not one more for the math geeks living among us. Finish the sequence:

4, 6, 12, 18, 30, 42, 60, 72, 102, 108, ?, ?, ?.

( locked to matthew keller )

[The feed comes on to show Taylor looking pretty annoyed, a sharp frown pinching her brows even as something a little more weary lingers in her eyes. Her tone, when she starts speaking, still comes out strong, more authoritative than might be remembered from her before. Her first real announcement as Head of Security, she's keeping her shoulders set and her gaze level.]

I was thinking that this was basic fucking common sense, but seeing as some of you seem to need someone to actually say this shit, I'm gonna lay it out for you.

You don't kill each other, you don't assault each other, you don't steal each other's belongings and you don't damage each other's belongings.

[A pause, making sure those sit clearly before she carries on.]

There is a security team here, we're active and we will take action to enforce these basic rules and rights if we see or are informed of them being broken. Each infraction will be dealt with individually, so don't ask me for a blanket 'what will you do if'. SEC's here to keep everyone safe, not to control your lives. Most of you know the kind of shit we've had to deal with here - if you don't, you should've read about it. It's bigger and it's nastier than this kind of sniping, so calm the fuck down and stop fucking with each other already.

[A moment, keeping the same hard expression before she seems to relax slightly, looking away at something off camera and then back again.]

Personal request: if there's anyone that can do tattooing or just art shit, drop me a message. [A slight motion of her shoulders, almost a shrug.] Been doing them myself, but I want these somewhere I can't get at. Can show you how to do it bare-bones, if you don't know.

Is it a normal thing here to talk about:
1. dead people
2. killing people
3. what to do about 1 and 2
4. what to do about 3

Not to get on anyone's case, I get that this is a pretty creepy spaceship, but there's been talk of death penalties and airlocking people, I'm just wondering.

[ The next part comes up a bit after the first, mostly as an addendum. He switches to voice for this one, though. ]

—Does anyone know where I can find a washing machine? Do we even have those? My stuff still smells a bit like the blue goo, it's taking a while to get out of the fabric.

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[ Filtered to Derek + Remus: ]
There's this werewolf guy, Josh? Have you met him?

[ it's obvious this is going to be a serious post just from the look on robb's face. this is the king in the north, drawn up ice cold and stone-faced on the screen and there's nothing of the boy in his face. the direwolf at his side is a hulking mass of fur, teeth bared and eyes gleaming and no, this is not meant to be a light-hearted post. ]

Upon this ship there is a woman called Cersei Lannister, who arrived most recently. In Westeros, she dealt my house a great and terrible injury, and the matter must be settled, for it cannot be ignored. If she hears this, then I call her to treat with me, and submit herself for judgement for her crimes.

[ and grey wind snarls, ears set back and hackles raised, just as robb cuts the feed. ]

[ So. There's a door. There's a door that appears to be open, though it's a bit crooked, and there's a rather large dent in it.

There's also John Grimm, standing there and looking vaguely sheepish, and looking much more noticeably like he just rolled out of bed. ]

I could use some help here, when someone gets a chance.

[ 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.

[ river is sitting on the floor of her room, staring at the screen, and frankly it's easy to tell that there's something not quite right about her. she looks unfocused, and there's something haunted about her. unhealthy and not all that sane.

more notably, though, if you're not inspecting her face while she sits there silent, you might notice that she must have gotten her hands on a knife at some point, because half of her jumpsuit is missing. she has mangled the tranquility crew uniform - the legs of the suit are cut off at the knee, and the sleeves are gone entirely. she's decided to forgo shoes, too. it seems like she's trying to say something, but can't quite manage. her eyes drop to the floor. ]

You're living on a graveyard. [ she's not quiet, but she sounds distracted. ] Gathering wool. Everyone's a cotton farmer. They thought we wouldn't notice if they took our eyes, but the ears are a requirement for watching. Seeking. She can't hide, everything's exposed, tore you open to see how it ticks and they didn't sew it back up, your stomach acids will leak on the floor and give you away. They will. They'll come for you in the dark, it's why they put out the stars. It's all going to - to fall. Tiān fān dì fù.

[ she frowns, twitches very suddenly, like she's snapping out of a trance. she looks up at the screen. ]

... This isn't my space. [ and like a frightened child: ] S-Simon?

[ 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. ]

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!