[ dear smiley, you suck. well more particularly, your timing does. if only because tony was attempting to make his own way to medical with a fair number of stumbles along the way (honestly, the walls jumped out at him). but then you have the audacity to be all ~follow me~ and of course tony stopped to look and promptly stumbled once again, this time onto the floor. fun fact about the floor, it feels really nice to a guy with that weird sickness thing that seems to be going around. so he's choosing to stay there for now. what the video shows everyone is the ceiling, a charming view that he knows everyone appreciates.

he's not going to show off how he looks unless you really ask or manage to be the one of the people finding him, but hey it's better that way. you don't want to see any blueness he has going on. there's a sour burp heard before tony actually starts to speak. ]

That was disgusting. And I'm- technically no, I'm not sorry because it was bodily function and let me tell all of you that it was even more disgusting for me. [ a pause. ] I believe Kirk deserves some applause for managing to beat me in telling you all shit so you should all do that, maybe. He deserves it. [ and then there's some clapping. ] See? I even did it.

But anyway, I'm on the floor right now, it's a nice view from down here, I'll admit, but hypothetically I may not be able to get up right now. I know, this is a shocking concept because I'm kind of an energizer bunny and that doesn't usually happen to me. That being said, who might be willing to maybe find me, swing by, help a guy out here so he's not stuck on this, arguably really nice floor, and can maybe get himself to medbay? Possibly with your assistance so I don't have to make this message again. Even though it's a lot of fun making it right now.

And as much as I love all of you, letting you see the ceiling is a much better choice than letting you see me right now. Don't worry, later I'll say hi and you'll get to see me looking a little less gross.

[ encrypted 100% to aberdeen ]

are you going blue right now?


[ ooc | SO. unless i remember wrong, dibs on finding go to sue storm, and then the actual dragging part of this goes to both natasha and clint but seriously feel free to offer help or mock tony. it's all good. and bear with me on slowness. C: ]

[he knows he can't stop anyone from going, which is fifty percent of the reason he makes this a public broadcast instead of filtered. his transmissions starts with a file transfer. it comes with a photo pulled of the subnetwork, and detailing how to get to the start of the maze, located next to the Oxygen Garden. he'd rather people be informed than go wandering about, after all.]

{file transfer::// START.jpg}

Alright people, whatever we've caught is lethal. We need people in fit condition [or as close to it] to be assisting in the search. Anyone heading into the maze, do not go alone, do not go unarmed, and be careful.


Enterprise, we leave at 16:00 hours.



[ooc; feel free to use this post as IC coordination for heading into the maze/forming groups if you want! also this is pinging anyone Jim might not have talked to about going into the maze with him, ie: Asato, Godric, Todd, Jane Sheppard, Jack, etc.]

P I N G _
ian_
user-id_002.004
oxford_
user-id_001.021
overwrite.user-id_005.021
chapel.hill_
user-id_003.180
boston_
user-id_007.108
security level_red

aural communication no longer reliable.
text only.

[ ooc note; after this thread.

any attempts to hack this will be met with extreme aggression, counter-hack and — if she can manage — the security compromise of your device. unlike other encryptions that aberdeen uses, this one is booby-trapped with very large signs to her hacker friends that more or less read: do not touch. ]

[There's a burst of binary coming from a source outside the device - John did, in fact, spend the last couple of hours setting this up on the laptop that came with him.]

01000011011000010111010001101000011001010111001001101001011011100110010100101100001000000110100101100110001000000111100101101111011101010010011101110010011001010010000001101000011001010111001001100101001011000010000001101100011001010111010000100000011011010110010100100000011010110110111001101111011101110010111000100000010010010010011101101101001000000110111001101111011101000010000001100101011101100110010101101110001000000110011101101111011010010110111001100111001000000111010001101111001000000110010001101001011100110110001101110101011100110111001100100000011010000110111101110111001000000110110001101111011011100110011100100000011010010111010000100000011101000110111101101111011010110010000001101101011001010010000001110100011011110010000001100011011011110110010001100101001000000111010001101000011010010111001100101110

01001001001000000110010001101111011011100010011101110100001000000110101101101110011011110111011100100000011101110110100001111001001000000100100100100000011001010111011001100101011011100010000001100010011011110111010001101000011001010111001000101110

[The repeated ones and zeroes end. Finally. Thank god.]

If I ask a few questions, how many answers would I get? Questions like who's been here the longest, or is there a discernable population on board? How many people are on this ship?

Where is the food coming from? The water? How is the gravity functioning?

Answers?

[Yeah, apologies for the binary on audio are not forthcoming.]


[ooc: if your character for whatever reason can understand binary, they're welcome to know what that was all about!]

( Text; Not an IC Cut; HERE THERE BE MORSE CODE. )



So... I don't do Morse code, but who wants to bet that's the other part of the list?

[He told you he'd pull it off, Tony. OF COURSE, HE DIDN'T GET ANSWERS, but... Yeah.]



( Retroactively added to the post after the code was cracked: ZE LIST. )


[OOC; THE NAMES, TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE, ARE NOT PART OF THE CODE. They're just there for reference.]

( locked :: CHAPEL HILL :: encryption 100% )


( locked :: DUNDEE :: encryption 100% )


( locked :: ROBB STARK :: encryption 100% )


( locked :: TECH STUDENTS :: encryption 50% )


[ ooc; attempts to hack, monitor, or otherwise poke at the private encryptions will flag aberdeen's attention. and, depending on who you are, she will poke you back. the 'tech student' filter is specifically for individuals who were paired with aberdeen as a result of spock's call for security tech instruction. if you haven't dropped yourself onto aberdeen's student list, please free to do so now and just assume that aberdeen's included your character on the filter. ]

[ Though having spent quite a while laid up in the Med Bay in the aftermath of the fear gas, Littlefinger is well aware that there are other goings ons that seem to bode much worse for the passengers upon the ship.

Still, as a larger plan has yet to come into focus and as his own concerns are, for the moment, concentrated elsewhere, he gleans what he can from what information is publicly broadcasted and doesn't bother asking after those circumstances any further.

Instead: ]

To the Tranquility at large:

This may be my own ignorance coming into play, but would anyone know of a physical library upon the ship? My understanding is that there is much made accessible through the use of our communications devices, but I would vastly prefer the feel and weight of paper in my hand.

Secondly, I am in need of a few favors in regards to clothes available upon the ship, so if anyone could offer their help in that respect, I would be extremely grateful.

Lastly, I would inquire as to the presence (or absence) of a clear economy. This is but a trivial matter, but I have come to understand that the large majority of trade upon the vessel is done upon a basis of bartering and favours. In the event that I am mistaken, I served in a position managing the ins and outs of money in my former home and I would offer my meager talents wherever they might serve best.

Ever at your service,
Lord Petyr Baelish

[ he's been deliberating where to begin with these thoughts for some time now, but Spock has never been the type to follow impulse in place of old fashioned consideration. when the feed begins, he's seated as he always is, meticulously composed, with his fingers steepled in his lap. for anyone who's come to know him thus far, it's a sign in and of itself, of how carefully he's treading. ]

Tranquility, this is Spock.

In light of recent events, I find it relevant to suggest that the vessel's security team, while consistently reliable, is only one variant thereof. Recent transmissions from an anonymous source largely referred to as smiley, have illuminated the insufficiency of our attempts to both locate the source and individual responsible. I am aware that we have several individuals aboard who consider technological security and the bypass thereof- a specialty, and I am equally aware that despite these assets, we have gleaned, comparably, very little.

I believe we would benefit significantly from teaching these skills to others and forming a technical security network, for the express purpose of tracking, locating, and attempting to engage this individual.

I can offer no personal guarantees regarding the success or, at this interim, the establishment of such a unit. However, I would not be averse to conversing with interested parties. If you possess technical proficiency of any kind or the inclination to learn, your participation would be welcome.

[ it's here that his mouth tightens marginally at the corner. when Spock speaks again, his focus has changed, and his tone sobers. not that he isn't perpetually dry to begin with. ]

At this time, I believe I should clarify that while these anonymous messages are most engaging, I am not of the opinion that we should offer them exclusive focus. The Tranquility remains in a state of perpetual disrepair and remarkably little is intimately understood about it's origins and technology. While a surveillance team will likely provoke further questions, it does not eliminate those we have failed to answer thus far.

Passenger OPR»002»035, Issac Clarke has requested assistance in the exploration of our engineering systems, but we would also likely benefit from investigation of any and all available historical records on board.

Spock out.

( filter to ward, resnik, kirk |encrypted 100% )



[ ooc; this would be a ping for aberdeen, todd, tali, atton, ismene, sulu, buffy, am, chase, caprica &anyone else willing to offer themselves up as a teacher. if it's alright with you kids- i'm handwaving that he's sent you all private requests to teach- either because he knows you, or has seen your capabilities thus far.

innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn the interest of speeding some of the cr building along i threw a sign up over here :3 ]

[ No video this time, because Erik is paranoid as fuck in the aftermath of pretty much everything. And hearing from the smiley face thing Stark pointed out initially does nothing to cure that paranoia. It takes him a while to put together the list, but it's the poem itself, that Erik recognized as familiar. Being from the sixties means he doesn't quite manage off to solve the technology aspect just yet, but he'll get there in due time. ]

Cliched poetry, [ He says, sarcastically as possible. ] like our stay here wasn't any more pleasant than it was initially.

No doubt our friends are hinting at a means of cooperation amongst us. Its implication is not one I'm fond of.

( text: private/filtered to mutants/allies )


[ ooc: ICly shortly before Neal's post because I'm slow. Also filter is open to basically anyone with positive/decent experiences with Erik; if you've talked to him, you're on it. ]

Good evening.

[ An even, mild British tone would politely like to interrupt whatever activity you're busy with for a short PSA. ]

I am JARVIS, an artificial intelligence program created by Tony Stark, and I wish to offer my assistance to any crew member that may be in need.

Should you require it, I am capable of technological assistance and computation. I also host a wide spectrum of reference material and am capable of reciting or rendering anything I have previously seen or heard, so long as it has not been deleted from my database. I may also be capable of creating programs to be installed to your communication device as far as the hardware can support it. [ a pause, and he adds: ] I have been informed that some have taken to watching soap operas for entertainment and advised to provide a less demeaning means of occupying time. [ Aka, come let him put Tetris on your comm device.

He pauses for a moment, more to allow a listener to catch up and feel like they've gotten a handle of the information than for him to think of what to say next. ]

My primary function is assisting Mr. Stark on his large scale engineering projects, thus not all requests may be taken, [ The tone takes a dry sort of tone ] and while I previously managed Mr. Stark's household maintenance protocols, I will not be taking any request for manual labor, entertainment, or doing one's laundry, so I'd kindly ask you manage those issues by your own means.

Thank you for your time.

[The video clicks on to reveal a rather nervous looking young man, standing awkwardly and holding the camera at arm's length from himself. He coughs, straightens his glasses, adjusts his posture, and yet the suit he's wearing - very well-cut, truly - still manages to look completely ill-fitting on him, and once his attention is elsewhere, his shoulders begin to take on a slump again.]

I apologise greatly for interrupting the session, but I'm afraid I didn't accept any invitation to this game. That is-- what I mean is-- assuming I was sent one. [He looks suddenly quite alarmed at the prospect that he wasn't invited, speaking the next far too quickly.] If I stumbled in then I can only apologise further and hope to remove myself before I cause any more inconvenience.

[A beat, flustered, realising he'd had a slight panic there, trying to compose himself again.]

Only, well. [An attempt at a small smile. It looks uncomfortable on his face.] I apologise but I can't seem to find the exit codes. I'd be very thankful-- grateful, I mean, if someone could point me in the right direction.

[There's a very long pause, wherein he continues looking at the camera, as if he expects something to happen. Eventually he seems to suddenly realise it's not turning off, and gives another rather nervous cough.]

Yes, that's-- that's all. Thank you.

[And he presses the off button this time.]