<sub>[ It's not long after these interactions that Jake decides to announce himself to the network. Video on with his mask placed over his face in pure spite, this is probably about the third time he's put it on. It doesn't look like the one in his icon, but rather it resembles this guy, Lord English. For the longest time, Jake was scared to touch the mask, overly cautious of how it got there and why it kept watching him. Eventually, though, he found the shape and color fascinating, and since he put it on the first time after the jump, he refuses to put it in an area out of his reach.

Given his series has a lot of people dying in it, it really isn't going to be long before he starts seeing a whole heap of ghosts. Hoards of them. Along with that, he'll also hallucinate how they all died. Some of them he knows, some of them he doesn't know. For now, though, he feels fine and completely content in his mask, finding it hard to take off. Literally. He's recording from his bed, arms outstretched as he holds the device in front of him. His voice is muffled from behind the mask, but he speaks nonetheless. ]</sub>

See? There isn't anything wrong with this. It was exciting putting it on, almost like a little adventure! Matter of fact, it makes me feel comforted in a way. I'm not going to take it off. You honestly cannot make me! Hah! It's a nice addition to my wardrobe, I believe.

_{[ He brushes his fingertips along the side of it, a crooked smile appearing on his face. ]}

Now which one of you ladies or gents would be up for a game of cards?
Or possibly billiards. Do we have a billiards table about this craft may chance?

_{[ ooc; jake's negative traits which he usually covers up that are going to be enhanced are bitterness, resentment, selfishness, stubbornness, vulgarity, forwardness, greed and anger. 8| have fun with that, guys. ]}

[the video clicks and Kirk is sitting at a table, it isn't his room, possibly one of the board rooms, and he's clad in the regulation greens of Starfleet.]

Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

For anyone joining us in the most recent jump that may have missed it, please take the time to read the FAQ that's been compiled. It will answer most of your more basic questions, and we highly encourage you to inform yourselves of your situation.

[and the following links will beep to life on everyone's screens:

• FAQ
  
• EXTENDED FAQ
  
• JOB LIST
  
• SHIFT ROSTER ]

I'd like to take this moment to repeat the necessity for all of us to work together. We are, effectively, the crew on board this vessel. A month before the first wave, the former crew manning the Tranquility disappeared without a trace with the exception of Captain Ward and Commander Resnik. We still have no explanation, which I know isn't what any of you want to hear. That being said, if any of you need help choosing a division, don't hesitate to ask.

I know many of you aren't from planets that've taken their first steps into space yet, and as such you're anxious. I also know some of you come from backgrounds that say you need to go it alone. I know plenty of you have no reason to trust any of us. But turning our backs on one another is not the way we're going to survive and make it home. This ship has the potential to be dangerous, as last month's unexplained fog can attest. If we can't take care of one another, if we can't support one another through crisis, we're only going to be hurting ourselves.

Working on a ship this size requires a different kind of mindset. I can't stop any of you from exploring on your own, or from extrapolating on potentially dangerous ideas [JAYE.], but I encourage you to do your research and do it as safely as you can. Every life on board is worth something. Don't put yourself needlessly in danger and don't do anything alone.

[he's been talking for a while, and though he isn't done Jim's attention moves and a moment later (invisible to most) an encryption pops up in his feed.]

{KIRK ENCRYPTION 100% :: exclude WARD & RESNIK}

If you discover something you believe could help our understanding of the ship or that might help us get home, we encourage you to share this information. However, do it discretely. There's a post that goes up every jump that is anonymous. This trend started when one of our number made a discovery and soon after, died on the ship. His death was never proven to be homicide, but it was suspicious enough to cause concern.

This ship has plenty of secrets. As individuals, we will never not be hiding something. There are people on board who get no bigger delight than stirring the pot. Don't encourage these people. If you're bored, there's more than enough to do without resorting to petty gossip. We have enough on our hands as it is.

{END ENCRYPTION}

On a lighter note, one of our number, Cameron Reese, has expressed interest in heading a competition, namely for firearms and archery. If any of you think this is up your alley, her contact number is 010 - 078.

Before that happens, though, I think we need to detail some rules for the firing range that was recently uncovered. These rules will be posted in the firing range. Anyone caught breaking them will be subject to disciplinary action by the Security team.

( SHOOTINGRANGE.txt )

Kirk out.

( SCIENCE & MEDICAL DIVISIONS + 001 099 + ENTERPRISE | ENCRYPTION 100% )

( OCTOBER BANTUM | PRIVATE )

( NETHERLANDS | PRIVATE )

[ 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. ]

[ Oh, no, it's another one of them creatures that has no idea how to operate with technology! So, she slapped the communicator device until it bleeped and she is currently staring at it.

Behind her stretch out the Oxygen Gardens (second level or one of those, since she's in the middle of the jungle), near a body of water. The girl is wet, as if she has jumped in the water, and seems unsure, worried, like she is having second thoughts about this whole broadcasting thing - she doesn't think it's a good idea exposing herself to a network (not that she knows what a network is, but while the concept and word are foreign to her, the idea of exposing herself to the public isn't), but she doesn't seem to have any other ideas of how to get out of here.

There's a long beat until she realizes she is being recorded. ]

I need to go back to the sea. [ She has a strange accent, not quite terrestrial but it could be something like an Australian accent mixed with some Polish or something weird like that. A bit... native American, maybe. Broken and slow, like she has to think about each word before speaking. It's strange and difficult to pinpoint where this accent is from, but she isn't talking much anyway. ] Take me back to the sea. I must not stay.

[ 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?

STAY CHEERY.
MRS. NESBIT✿

( OOC: Sorry about that, I woke up late... /posts three hours later

LOL and omg i swear the god i didn't copy Ianto's post this is the funniest coincidence FLOWERSQUILITY. Anyways, enjoy. )

[ the video starts off with a close-up of shark-like teeth and pink painted lips, before it moves to a flash of grey skin and something glowing white. it then immediately clicks off and turns into text.

woops. ]

yea
ok
thanks for that shitty tldr
anemoneways
the fact that we can find out all this OTT-ER shit but not why were even here sounds super sketch yo
like
thats kinda the most imprawntant fin were shorepposed to be knowin right
whatebber
so is this ship filled with humans or what
yo any otter trolls here
holla at your gill espefishally my useless fuckin fronds
38o

I have no idea if someone has an updated manifest of the passengers, but with or without, I think this is a good time for a sound off. Just say your name or number, type it, ping this post, say hi, whatever you prefer to let people know you're alive and still present. Private or public, your choice.

If someone hasn't responded within 24 hours, I'll try to ping their communicator. If someone you know hasn't come back, sound the alarm. If anyone's missing, we should set up search parties. We can't take for granted that they just disappeared this time; they could still be stuck in the fog.

[ooc: You're welcome to handwave your character responding if you want, or assume they got pinged and they registered as present. Obviously the only characters who will end up wholly unresponsive are characters who were recently dropped. Otherwise, feel free to use this post as a way for characters to check in on each other.]