[The video feed turns to reveal Emily looking a bit worse for wear from the illness or whatever it is that is going around lately causing the headaches and the bleeding. She has never really addressed the network before, mostly because it felt superfluous and that was typically Nolan's thing anyway but this was different and probably an important thing to discuss if anything]

Hey. So I am not really sure where to start with this— I know there's been the headaches and the bleeding that has been already mentioned and still going on but lately I've been slowly been getting bits and pieces of dreams or maybe something more like someone else's memories that happened before in this place.

Anyway with everything that's happening right now, I figure it can't be a coincidence— so I was wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar?

[ooc; Referring to the stasis coma dreams! Feel free to use this as a general discussion/info post and threadjack if you want too]

So we're all up in each other's heads, which blows, obviously. I feel like I'm ten people right now, and I have no idea who half those ten people are. I was gonna ask around, try and figure it out, but I have a better idea.

[ for a certain definition of "better". ]

Presenting, The Tranquility's Freaky Memory Swap Directory.

Here's how it works: you drop the details of stuff that doesn't belong in your brain. You know, names, places, events, incriminating secrets. Then comb through what other people leave and work out who got all your dirty laundry so you can bribe or threaten them into silence. Got it? Great.

<font face=courier><strong>My name is:</strong>  <strong>Seeking:</strong> M/F/? <strong>Do these names mean anything to you?</strong>  <strong>I know about your:</strong> </font>

(( i won't be back to this post for a few hours for any tags meant specifically for stiles, but i turned comment emailing off so tag each other!!! you are welcome to ignore the form.))

So now that I've read the handy little welcome manual and have established that this place is entirely too creepy--

[ She looks at the screen and sighs. Traces of concern and what might be fear accompany her mostly unamused look. It's probably pretty obvious that she took the time to make herself look at least semi-presentable before contacting the network. Her hair looks generally tucked into place and her usual daily makeup has been applied. ]

Is there anybody here who knows me? [ She expects at least a few yeses. She's practically New York royalty in her world. ] My name is Charlotte Clarke. I want to know if my family's here. The Graysons. Or anybody else from my world, I guess.

[ She basically just doesn't want to be here alone. ]

Also, I need to speak to a doctor. Preferably one who knows what they're doing.

[ The video comes on and Nolan is putting on a tie over the pink polo he was given in his locker. He's not a fan of the uniform he was given. He has an annoyed half-smile on his face. ]

So let me get this straight. I get abducted, put in what is essentially goo, and then I'm expected to wear a uniform and march around the ship like a happy, obedient person.

[ He shifts a little as he gets the tie neatly in place. ]

I don't do dress codes. I may or may not even be wearing pants.

[ The camera is focused on his upper body for just that reason. ]

At least the rooms are easy to navigate, although the rest of the ship leaves much to be desired. I wonder how many individuals get lost to it. You can skip the 'you can't leave' thing. I've seen movies, and this is all very science-fiction.

( Locked to Emily Thorne | 100% Encryption )

Em. I know you're here. Time to talk.

Long time no see, Tranquility. [ Smiling ruefully, Pepper offers the camera a little wave. ] Looks like I've missed a couple of months, if my numbers are anything to go by, which - of course - they are. I don't think I would have even noticed otherwise, to be honest. One more thing to the list of everything else I'm sure people wish we had some say over, though I'm still not sure if I'd rather have here than in whatever limbo that was.

[ She makes a brief, dismissive gesture as if to wave away the thought from floating around her own head. ]

In any case, it's not quite good to be back, but I guess it's not completely awful either. Welcome to space, for the new faces, and as for the old, I'm sure some of us have some catching up to do.

[ And this she finished on a bright note, because positivity!! is something that Pepper is into right now. It's better than moping or complaining, and besides, she thinks that some people could probably do with seeing more people who aren't pontificating, mourning losses or bemoaning the ship - it may not be great, but it's what they've got. ]

[ Greg's been on board for four weeks now, and he's seriously homesick. Fortunately for everyone else, he's decided to do something about it (in addition to moping, which already is doing something, thank you very much). ]

I need some statistics. Well-- Raw numbers would be good, too, actually, or anecdotal evidence, or anything you want to tell me. Okay.

Does anyone know-- What's the probability you'll disappear any given jump? Does the probability change if you've been here for longer, or for people who got here on certain jumps? Even if no one's calculated the probability, does anyone have records of everyone who's ever been on the ship? The headcount only lists the most recent jump, and having those lists would help us figure out the statistics and look for patterns. [ Not that there is an "us" right now, but there could be, in the future. Maybe. ]

Um, and third? Fourth? Whatever this is-- How many of you are here with someone else from your... world, I guess is the best word for it? And does anyone have statistics for that? [ He sighs. He's not excited at the prospect of all this number-crunching, but at least it's something he can do to keep himself occupied, and it might give him a more realistic view of how likely he is to disappear, presumably going home, or at least see a familiar face anytime soon. ]

Anyway, come talk to me if you have information or if you want to help or anything. There could be a lot of data to deal with, and. Well. [ This is the face of a teenager who really wants help and really doesn't want to ask for it. ] Help would be really great? Um. I'll be hanging out in the 14th floor in one of the common areas, near the lifts, so. Yeah.

Tranquility.

[ Lucrezia Borgia's hair is braided and her silks are pink as her cheeks. ]

The fireflies had returned to us. To them and to those who had been asleep, Ben Tornati! as you all have been so direly missed. I would hear that you are well from your lips or through the firefly.

To all others, I offer a trade.

I would hear of your name. I heard so many names since my arrival here and yet I never asked for their meaning in your respective languages. I would listen and tell you of my own, if you care to hear it.

[ but then she seems a bit bothered by something, as if she had realized something is missing. ]

I have no words of poetry to offer today, what a shame.

[ give her a moment before she'll smile and, lifting her chin with mischief in her eyes, speak the next words in Latin before shutting down her firefly. ]

quae bello est habilis, Veneri quoque convenit aetas.

( The age which is apt for war, is also suitable for Love. )

"The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity."

[ neal's not quite back to his fighting weight, but he looks a whole lot better (and a whole lot less crazy, natch) than his last network outing.

he's also fussing with the cuffs on his devore, because you never go to battle without your best armor, right?

metaphorical, of course. ]

Wise words from a wise lady. [ and now with a slowy flip, he sets a fedora on his head and gives the camera a smile that's lovely lovely lovely and just a bit barbed. ] Résumé seemed apt, too, but a little dark given the occasion.

So, how was the month off, Tranquility? --and welcome to the new additions, of course. Watch out for Kardashians.

[ neal stop telling the ren faire kardashians are a horrible demon from your world, son, it's not as funny as you think.

also: one more hat flip because he can and we're out, tq. welcome back to the airwaves. ]

[ despite the warnings to not wear the masks, ariadne couldn't resist temptation and now here she was, sitting alone in a random hallway of the ship - wearing her mask (she’s been doing it for some time now - wearing it here and there - always in private) and poking the network via anonymous text.

this should be fun. ]

How do some of you manage to go on day to day, pretending as if nothing is wrong - that you aren't lying to others or that you didn't do horrible things back home?

How do you live with your guilt?

[ yep, a vague text from a girl that is obviously going through a bit of an identity crisis at the moment and just wants to understand what she is doing wrong. someone help her. ]


[ ooc: so yeah, obviously ariadne is wearing her mask in some random hallway (lets say not far from the oxygen gardens) so feel free to action this post up and spot her wearing her nifty mask or just keep poking her via text. she also sort of fails at anon (though she doesn't think so) so folks that have talked to her long enough should be able to pick up that it is her talking here. ]

[Hello again, Tranquility. Blake's face is probably not a popular one, after his last appearance, but today he looks tired and remorseful instead of angry. So that's an improvement, right? Indeed, he wouldn't even be doing this except he knows he owes it to everyone. So he definitely looks like a man who is biting the bullet – a particularly unpleasant, embarrassing one.]

I know a lot of you were really confused and angry over my last network post. I'm sure many of you would rather not give me the time of day right now, and that's fair enough. I don't deserve much, after the things I said and did. I certainly don't deserve or expect forgiveness for them. But I owe it to everyone to apologize, so that's what I'm doing.

[Here he glances away momentarily. He hates talking about... private things, about feelings, but this is his responsibility right now.]

I wore my mask. A few times. It was a really bad call on my part, but at the time I thought that would be the best way to figure out what it did. Be the guinea pig, I guess. I didn't anticipate the consequences. Every minor annoyance became a major problem, became something that I needed to blame someone for, and my brain-to-mouth filter was completely removed.

I don't say this to excuse myself – there is no excuse for what I said, because those were still my words, or what I did, because those were always my actions. I was in control of myself, albeit in an altered state. It was still me making those choices, and they were bad ones, and I take full responsibility for them.

That said, I don't actually believe the things I said. There are always issues, problems, points of contention, in any community, but I sincerely believe that most of the people on this ship are doing their best to help everyone, to figure this out and get us home. What I said, the way I acted, I learned a long time ago that those things are not productive. It was stupid of me, and I'm sorry.

I really can't say it enough: I'm sorry.


((ooc: so Blake has been noticeably absent both on the network and on the Tranquility in general since his angry post of anger. Pretty much the only thing he's been doing are his security patrols; otherwise he's basically been in his room, brooding, not talking to anyone he normally talks to. Feel free to comment on this!))

[ Gwen looks- well, pleased. despite the fact that she's unsure of a lot of things, feeling vulnerable in that she's not used to being the one asking questions instead of providing the answers, she has a small smile on her face, a little grin that makes it seem like she has very special information she wants to share with everybody. which she kinda does. she’s not alone on this video feed, oh no. she’s sitting alongside a new crew member who she may or may not have forced to join her in recording the transmission. ]

Hello, everyone. My name is Gwen Stacy and I'm a member of the science department here on the Tranquility. [ it was almost as professional as saying 'I'm the head intern here at Oscorp. almost. she'd get used to it. ] I have a few questions I need to ask, but first I'd like you to all meet my friend Peter, from home. This is Peter Parker.

[ she glances over at Peter now ( no pressure ) with those same big, expectant eyes she gave him when it was time for him to meet her father for the first time. ( no pressure ) ]

Uh, hi. [ Smooth, Peter, smooth. He was never the kind of person to make such public addresses, or really show up and present at all, but Gwen’s coerced him into this position, so he ends up with a small wave, before deliberately turning back to her. ] I’m Peter. [ Captain obvious as always, but really Gwen, you take the reins. ]

--Who might maybe, hopefully, be joining the science department too. Maybe?

[ she doesn't mean to laugh, but he's looking at her like she's asked him to explain his personal life in detail over the network or something, and she wasn’t expecting it. he's talkative around her, so it's a little funny to see him clam up in front of a camera. her nose scrunches up before she looks back at the camera again, her body shifting a little bit in her seat, like she needs to make herself comfortable again. there. good. okay. ]

Right, well. I just have a few questions to ask, if anyone might know… It- Well. My number has changed. [ she still thinks this is some kind of fault of her own, like she messed up somehow, got demoted. she looks a little sheepish about it, actually. ] Between jumps, my number changed from 008, to 012. I don't remember going home, it's not like I have any new memories, but I.. believe I've been asleep for more than one jump, maybe. Is that possible?

I only ask because it seems like a lot has changed since the last time I went under for a jump. People are missing, things are different. Not everything, just enough to pique my curiosity, I guess. [ she bites her lip ] And most importantly, to me at least, I was wondering if anyone knows what happened to my fa- Um. Captain George Stacy? He arrived about a month after I did, so he would have been an 009. If anyone has heard from him, please let me know.

[ In Peter’s case, he doesn’t really understand what happens when they’re not home, but it’s really off screen that he makes his movements, a slight squeeze of her hand as he looks for the right words to say and close off this conversation. ]

Also, if anyone knows of a dark room, [ Way to change topic there, Peter. ] uh, that would be great. [ Pause. ] Thanks.


[ red is Gwen, blue is Peter. replies will be coming from both! ]

--id list.

[ jenna's face is slightly pinched, but it turns into a smile now; a little strained, but genuine. ]

All right, I'm sure everyone's seen the great taunter's latest attempt to make us all crazy-- I'll let the geek squad tear that one apart, I'm pretty sure nothing I have to add on that creep is all that constructive.

[ she rolls her eyes a little. ]

Anyway. For those of you who don't know me-- I'm Jenna, welcome to space, sorry about the part where no one asked you if you wanted to come at all. And to cover the first half of the spiel: yes, space! No, I'm not crazy or lying, and you're not dreaming.

That out of the way: since I might as well make it official, if you're one of our less culinarily-inclined core and want to not starve dinners happen nightly on the far side of floor one. Rules are: under thirteen, you get to fly free. Older than that and you either help clean or cook yourself or you don't eat-- freeloaders get the boot barring special circumstances.

...bringing bribes of extra, non-space generic brand food or dessert also gets a free pass.

[ so basically give her a good enough sob story or pony up. ]

Other rules include but are not limited to 'no law at the table', 'it's not a debate if personal insults are involved', 'don't be a jerk', and 'clear your own plate, nobody here is your servant'.

It's pretty much tacos, lasagna, and tuna noodle-- but hey, if anyone who didn't mostly learn to cook real people, adult food while trying to keep a fifteen year old boy with a weed habit full wants to help fancy it up, I'm ready and willing to learn in advance.

[ her expression goes a little more serious. ]

I know the life and death stuff is... life and death, and therefore priority. But people need normality, too, so before you ask me 'but Jenna, why are you acting like anything is okay? Spin around in circles more' think about how much just having a meal to look forward to at the end of the day helps everything feel a little less insane.

It can be easy to feel like if you don't know how to... I don't know, split an atom or rescue people from burning buildings, you're kind of non-essential out here. [ she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ] Not to be a complete hippie, but normality is just as important as making science. [ sup, hipster nerds. ] Different important, but equally valid.

I guess my point is, none of us need to tackle this by ourselves. [ with a tiny smile, now, because nerd. ] 'Live together, die alone'.

And on that cheery note-- sorry, I generally try to do upbeat, not in denial of reality-- welcome to space, new kids.

( video | 100% locked via auggie encryption to close cr )

[ 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.

[It's late at night when the transmission comes across and it's coming from one of the many kitchens where Angela's seated at a table, a small plastic tupperware container in front of her. The lid's been popped off and every so often, she reaches inside for one of the miniature Reese's peanut butter cups and unwraps it before popping it into her mouth. She's clearly been here for a while with the number of empty wrappers strewn around her, but she doesn't seem likely to go back to her room any time soon. At least not before she turns to the device and whispers into it.]

Most of you guys are probably sleeping or something. Who knows what time it is here, but I'm assuming you won't hear this until later. Either way, question mostly for the people who've been here for more than a couple jumps: do you get homesick? Or are you too busy dealing with the bullshit from the ship?

[Angela pauses to finish chewing the candy, following it up with another one that she swallows as she chooses her next words carefully.]

It's not like I've never been away from home. I've lived all over the world, some places only for a week or so, but at least I had a phone or the internet. Everybody I knew was never more than just a phone call away. I'm good for picking up and going because it's Tuesday, but I never stopped checking in.

[Another candy goes down before she lifts the wrapper in mock salute.]

Thanks for the candy, Isaac.

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. ]

[ The video is currently displaying the bar/club's ceiling that Brian and Wichita have been running and there's some glass like clinking going on as Justin rummages around underneath the bar, checking on stock. ]

If anything is missing from the bar, my CDs or my art supplies, I'm doing a shipwide cavity search. And putting Brian in charge. You should know he's not gentle unless you ask real nice or suck him off first.

Also, should anyone feel the taste for guava juice, I happen to be the proud owner of a bottle. [ See a jug of guava juice being shaken in front of the camera. It was in his locker, it is obviously his to do whatever he pleases with. With that, Justin pops up in front of the screen, arms folding on the bar as he gives a kind of lopsided smile and runs a hand through his hair. He's missed out on about three months and there's a lot of people around now he doesn't recognize. ]

Consider this an invite to come partake in what spirits we have lying around in this place. Just please don't pass out in the booths, because I can and will drag you out on your ass and leave you in the most awkward spot on the ship I can find, clothes optional.

So. What'd I miss?

[ tranquility, you should be very afraid. whoever decided to maybe mess up the tenth floor holodeck and other areas of the tenth floor might have an angry sixteen year old girl to contend with if she finds them. when she speaks her tone is light and doesn't really betray how annoyed she is but her eyes have a certain glint that shows that she's slightly pissed off. ]

Maybe it's different here in space, but last I checked when something isn't yours you should be careful with how you use it. Or better yet, when you go into a room that isn't yours, you should leave it the way you found it. [ there's a pause and her lips curl into a bit of a tight smile. ] I'm assuming this didn't happen just now between when I was showering and right now, so I have to ask, did everyone who has a number below 10 to start with on their tattoos think it was perfectly reasonable to wreck things on the tenth floor? Did you never think that maybe someone going to use it?

Did coming into space destroy everyone's manners? Or is this just a present for all of us who are stuck going 010 - insert number here. It's a bad present. And anyone who actually thought it was good might want to reassess what they define as good.

[ and there's another pause where lydia just looks off to the camera, almost like she doesn't know if she wants to say the rest of this but then she decides to bite the bullet. ]

That aside, but don't think I'm forgetting about that transgression, can you transfer rooms by any chance? Or are you typically stuck with the room that corresponds to your tattoo number?