[ When the feed comes on, Jo's leaning over the counter of a bar. Wichita's bar, Space Babylon, if anyone recognizes it from that alone. ]

Just to send out a heads up, but I'm gonna take over management of the bar for a few weeks. Same hours, same everything, I'll just be your one and only.

[ Have a very proud, 'I suddenly have all the power' kind of smiles. ]

Name's Jo, if you're interested. And before you start asking, no. I don't know where Wichita is. She just told me to take over and I did. [ they have that kind of agreement. ]

Though if anyone's got some free time and would like to hang around and bounce, it would be much appreciated. As much as I wanna run this place entirely on my own...thanks, but no thanks. And yeah. That's it.

[ And Jo gives a sort of wave/salute/what have you as she cuts the feed back off again. ]


[[ ooc: and here's the open bar log for anyone who wants to come by and hang out with jo, or throw up an open tag or anything. Jo will probably be hanging around, chatting it up with any and everyone. Free alcohol, guys, how can you say no. ]]

[ When the feed kicks up to life, a face can be seen for a split second; big, green eyes, freckles and a crown of golden hair.

A split second, then the girl screams and flees. But then someone else comes to view, a chameleon! Who gives all of you this impressed look and seems to try and coax the girl to come closer, pointing its tail to the device. She can be heard mumbling to herself out of view. ]

Well, it didn't explode. I don't know Pascal, they could be cannibals -

[ but eventually, she does come closer and picks up the device and then, you can finally see her. Green eyes, freckles and golden hair.

A lot of it, a silky trail of gold that seems to fill the room. You cannot see its end. ]

Well, Tranquility, the name is kind of an oxymoron aha, we've been here for two days now. Two days and a half really, oh mother will kill me, and actually, I simply -

It was my birthday! Just yesterday, ha! I was eighteen in space, I bet not many can say that. But the thing is I kiiiinda wasn't supposed to leave my tower and I really meant to only be gone for one day to finally make my dream come true for my birthday and I!

--- I'm here instead with all of you, possibly a dozen aliens and a ship that apparently tries to kill us all.

So now I'm eighteen and...two days. And I'm still here. In space.

Outer space,

[ and suddenly it seems to excite her. ]

I'm stuck on a possibly living ship in outer space, with men eating aliens and possibly ruffians for two whole days and I'm alive! Ha! Take that mother.

[ erm. ]

Well, anyway, my name's Rapunzel and this here is Pascal and what we really wanted to ask was, I know these jumps occur every month and I was just wondering if there is anything to wrap around my hair for the next jumps since if we're going to stay since who wouldn't want to stay on a men eating spaceship, it'll maybe become a bit of a problem to wash - whatever it was from my hair every month.

[ a pause and ]

Will we ever land on the moon?

[ close on stiles stilinski, wearing a party hat with the elastic under his chin and looking more keyed up and happy than he has in at least a month. ]

Check it out. For those of you who haven’t met him, I’m pleased to introduce my bestest of best bros... Scott McCall!

[ come on down! he turns the communicator around to film scott, who’s seated on the bed and reading (in theory). he’s got a matching party hat on, and he flashes a broad smile in greeting. ]

Go team Jacob.

[ which is as much of a hello as he’s giving, apparently, but it might clarify exactly what book he’s got. stiles is still doing voice-over: ]

He’s totally brand spanking new, fresh off the production line, so if you think you’ve met him before? Bzzt, nope, you’re wrong, keep it to yourself.

[ with shakycam to rival cloverfield, the camera swings back around to stiles, whose general hyperactivity slips, for a moment, into a no-i’m-serious-do-not-fuck-with-me face. judgmental eyebrows and everything. it’s intense. ]

It’s this whole alternate universe schtick. Crazy, huh? I know, way too sci-fi. We’re on a spaceship, deal with it. Uh, so...

[ he’s interrupted by scott jumping off the bed to hijack the communicator. once he’s got it, he holds it slightly too close to his face while declaring in a very solemn, very official (except for the part where he’s almost laughing) voice: ]

May the Force be wi—

[ stiles’ hand slaps abruptly over his mouth because that isn't a funny joke when there are actual jedi on board, scott, and the communicator, after a brief staticky scramble, goes dead. that’s all folks! ]

[ 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.

[ irene's wearing her tweed suit, buttons opened at the collar, waistcoat undone. there's a large golden lab sitting beside her, glorying in the way irene's scratching behind his ears. ]

It seems Baron Vladimir Harkonnen has left us. A true shame. He may have been the only man aboard this ship who properly appreciated the opera, and it's always lovely, finding someone with whom one shares a common interest.

[ there's a pause. the dog's mouth opens, tongue lolling out. irene smiles at that, before addressing the device again. ]

I've been here a year, with this passing jump. More than I thought I would, when I last onsidered the matter. I'd had several suggestions as to what to do to celebrate, if celebrate is the word I should use. None of them are quite to my taste, though I'm not sure such a dubious milestone should go unappreciated.

[ she gives a quiet little hum of thought, then raises her shoulder in an uncharacteristic shrug. ]

But I digress. Tell me, is the owner of this fine animal aboard anywhere? I found him in my doorway, but I doubt he's the ship's way of congratulating me on my stay. Majestic though he is, I'd say the menagerie this ship's acquiring really doesn't need any new additions roaming loose.

[Edgeworth sounds characteristically brisk and serious.]

I would like to ask everyone to take a moment to speak here - or to leave a text message - about what it is that they most wish to get home to, or what it is they most appreciate here.

There's a jump approaching, and not too long from now. As we all know, jumps rarely bring good things - they herald lost friends, new disasters. This is a difficult life we have here aboard this ship - one fraught with pain, with misery, with fear. It's far too easy to become lost in the morass of despair. It's too easy, with each jump, to think: what if I don't? What if I do not go to the jump bay? What if I simply sit back and let it all end?

I ask that you, in this post, remind everyone why it's worth it to keep on. Why it's worth it to suffer through these jumps, month after month, and why it's worth it to keep cautious and not just go seeking our death in those hallways, and why it's worth it to keep trying to make life better here. As we approach this new jump, as we prepare ourselves to welcome and console these new arrivals, let us remember why we should continue to fight.

Thank you all for your attention and cooperation.

Uh, this is Stormtrooper ... zero, fifty, zero, omega (that works, he supposes) we have a situation here, requesting backup. We have a wookie on the loose, I repeat, we have a wookie on the loose. Warning, warning, warning, warning he's loose in sectors four, five and seven. Probably.

Possibly.

We aren't sure, but that's why I'm requesting backup because how am I supposed to scout this entire facility for him?

(there's the sound of a laser shooting something) Also, cancel that reactor leak. I think I fixed it. Uhm, you never answered how you were doing?

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. ]

[ no one has ever looked more irritated to be on camera than derek looks right now. there's a beat, and then derek gestures to his beard, which has progressed past stubble and into full on beard territory. ]

I need a new razor.

[ there's a pause. he doesn't actually have anything to trade, which is a problem. there's maybe a minute of dead air and then derek just shakes his head and shuts the feed down. ]

[Hello Tranquility, it's been a while since Blake has addressed the network. Enjoy this rare event (or not so rare, whatever). Today he looks - well, about how he usually looks, which is serious, but polite and neutral, even if his words express a certain amount of, well - frustration.]

In case anyone hasn't noticed yet, running off into the ship by yourself tends to lead to bad things happening. Like maiming, or death.

Instead of doing more of that, maybe we can think of some actually productive ways to spend our time? The basketball club has been short on participants lately. Anyone is welcome, any skill level. If you don't know what basketball is, I'm happy to teach. It's a team sport - a game, it involves hand-eye coordination and it's good exercise.

If you don't like basketball, well. Everyone has stuff they like, stuff they're good at, right? Maybe others can get some other activities going. I saw Miss Berry asking about people who like to sing, maybe.

And if you really need to go out exploring, let's do this right. I'm just a cop, but it seems like there's safety in numbers. Some organized recon groups, properly trained, might be able to get more useful information without more lost lives or limbs. Those maps might be a good place to start, if we can get some more clues, but right now it mostly seems like a wild goose chase to me. Except the geese can kill you.

[ ah, the Network. weirdly, Wichita missed it. probably because she hates when things are too quiet, and the sound of static really just reminds her of the movie The Poltergeist ( which, she doesn't care who you are, that movie was freaking horrifying ) so. yeah. she missed this bit of normalcy that she'd gotten used to since she arrived here on the ship. and oh yeah, its been a year. a year. that's way longer than- well, it's too long. but anyway, she's in a good mood, oh yes, for the first time in say.. oh.. a month, ish, she's in a genuinely good mood. why? oh, no reason. also, just ignore that curly-haired guy sitting on the bed behind her. dumdedum. ]

I'm not sure how I feel about these messages of mine becoming a regular thing, but considering the last month? Whatever. Basically - the bar's up in full swing, as always, except Brian's back in action so prepare yourselves for the same verbal assault you've all come to know and love when enjoying a drink there. [ why does she sound so fond of that concept ] Since we've got some new faces, I figure I might ask - anybody got an iPod they wouldn't mind loaning to the bar sometimes? Not for nothing, but I feel bad borrowing Jenna's every day, and I can't handle listening to the same ten 90s dance jams CDs that we got in there. So. iPod! Lend them out for the common good, please. But only if you've got good taste in music.

[ and with that, she clicks her tongue, gives a mock salute, and ends the open feed]

--

[ TEAM JAILBAIT ENCRYPTION: 90% ]
Alright, after this last jump pod fiasco, I'm done with waiting around. If you can read this, it means you're into the idea of meeting up to talk about the stuff that goes on here, and teaming up if the situation calls for it. It means you're done waiting around for the "guys in charge" to let us know what's up when they think we can handle it. I know Hayley's been seeking people out - good. I've given the encryption to a few people myself, just 'cause I know you all weren't around when we got hit with the smurf plague. That's what kinda started all this. And it doesn't matter if you weren't here for it, we still want to, uh. Team up and stay safe.

This ship is full of people that will stab you in the back if it means getting out ahead, and that means we need to know we can trust each other to watch out for each other. [ was that redundant? it was redundant. whatever. she's not a public speaker, get off her ass. also yeah, she realizes that anybody that ran into her while she was wearing her mask will realize she pretty much just described her old self to a T, but she won't bring up the irony of it. ] I think the best way to figure out where we all stand and what we're willing to do, is to meet up. Talk it out. Let's put it all out there so we know who we've got, what we can do, and how we can use it to our advantage.

If that... sounds like something you're into, I'm calling a meeting, officially. Three hours from now, in the Rec Room on the 20th floor. For the new people, there's lits that'll bring you straight up, no problem. And you've probably heard by now that wandering the halls alone is unsafe, so grab someone to head up there with you, but for the most part, the passenger halls are fine. ..Just watch out if you see a turkey wandering around, she's an asshole. ... Right.

Oh, and keep this to yourselves, yeah? If we're gonna be pooling information, I want it to stay between us. Kinda defeats the purpose if we've got people breathing down our necks, yeah?

See you soon.


[ ooc: want your "kid" in on this? see this ooc post, please! ]

[The feed begins by showing a poorly-lit image of an all-too-familiar alien lying on his side against a workbench in his lab. His disheveled white hair covers his face and neck, but there’s no mistaking that sickly green skin and that tailored leather coat. As the feed shifts and moves, and he fails to notice, it becomes more obvious that he’s out cold. In the otherwise silence of the room, the voice is almost unnerving for how softly it comes across.]

Hey. Hey, time to rise and shine Sleeping Beauty.

[ Which is when a girl’s feet come into view- those who know Hayley will recognize her voice, even without her face accompanying the feed. Is she-

She is.

She’s totally prodding the guy. Who even does that.
Regardless, it’s clear that it’s the audience she’s speaking to, voice caught somewhere between annoyed tension and an unimpressed sigh. ]

Hey guys, your giant alien passed out, and, like, I dunno about you- [ The communicator turns around, bringing her eyes and lopsided smile into view ] but there is no way in heck I can carry him. So uh, medical or, something. Whenever you’re ready, ta-da.

[There’s a muffled groan from the Wraith, and from the sound of it, he’s not only coming to, but actively fighting against gravity. When the feed turns back to him, he tries to push himself up off the floor, and only succeeds in rolling onto his back. His lips part into a snarl that’s half pained and half irritated.]

I told you to go away. [His voice is barely audible, and every word sounds like it’s coated in rust. Hayley's, on the other hand, is saccharine even in it's pity. ]

You really should know by now. That never works on teenagers.


[ooc; pink for Hayley & green for Todd! replies can be directed at either!]

Gonna start a plot of tobacco in the Gardens. Cure it somewhere else. You want a cut, you gotta help or pay up.

Rest of you fuckers stay away from it.


{PRIVATE TO TOSHIKO:}

Couple-a people said I should talk to ya. Lock this.

[Bossy much?]

I miss you all so much. I'm going to need a bit of your help here. Shouldn't be too difficult, snoopers. Finish the final statement:

'My opinion,' said he, 'is that we ought, out of the common purse, to
pay for this barn, and whatsoever corn, straw, or hay it contains,
and thus indemnify the owner, and then burn down the whole
building and the terrible beast with it. Thus no one will have to
endanger his life. This is no time for thinking of expense,
and stinginess would be ill applied.'

All agreed with him.

So,
they set fire to the barn

Hint, hint: It deals with an owl, as I recall. A bit silly, don't you think? :) German tales. The town fears it, dreads it until they find their own way to calm their nerves. Circle around it. Use their own idea of 'exorcism.' Believe it's gone. Out of their way. Ignorance is bliss.

At least until the threat goes hoot hoot, then watch them scatter!

-S.

P.S. ht :/ d -s e.t lr.c

( ooc: HINT HINT what does the bunch of text in the p.s. look like?

HINT HINT#2: Look what I emphasized in the text, maybe it's importanteeee?

HINT HINT #3: Not really a hint, but it's a Tumblr.

HINT HINT #4: WHY DO YOU THINK I ASKED FOR THE ENDING OF THAT TEXT? WHY DID I BOLD GERMAN? HMM AHHHH )

Hey T-Q, how's it going? [ the video feed begins, but the girl speaking isn't immediately visible. instead, you're treated at first to what looks like the corner of her desk, and the straps of what you can guess might be her mask. one that remains safely offscreen. ] Anyway I don't wanna get too chatty, so lemme just run us right up to our next calendar- [ which is exactly what pops up a beat later. ]



Bah-dah!
Alright, lemme break it down here.

Someother-tember the 8th is Wolf's Day! Apparently celebrated by, and I quote, [ is she joking? it's hard to tell. ] throwing sticks, rolling around, and biting for fun. Also eating. There's supposed to be eating.

Someother-tember the 12th back by popular demand, is Slap a Lawyer on the Ass day. I'm not gonna question anybody's taste, okay? It's space, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Someother-tember the 23rd &24th for you lushes is Nog Day- which out of the mercy of my heart has stretched to encompass the next day, to nurse your hangovers and mope generally about how much this place sucks and you aren't at home. And probably drink more because hey, why not, you know?

Someother-tember the 25th is Sinterklaas, where you can throw your amalgamation of miscellaneous holidays together into one massive whole.

Then last but not least, Someother-tember the 29th is Awkwardly hug a Josh Day which is pretty self explanatory, in my opinion.

I'm toying with the idea of next month having a pin the nametag on the squinty-eyes [ she may be referring to the plethora of Joseph Gordon Levitt faces, but you know, she isn't elaborating, so take that as you will ] and probably a sad, sad belated new year's party for all the oldbies kicking around- but you know, if I put like all those holidays on here it pretty much just would've been one giant month of getting drunk for faintly justifiable reasons. Blah blah insert too much of a good thing proverb here. Anyway.

That's it for me! Have at it!

[ Look, it's an Isaac, slouching in his old room - the one that matches the numbers on his arm, not the one he sleeps in. It looks mostly unused because he's only been in there for all of six hours before he moved down to Derek's space. "Mostly" is a keyword, though; he's been staying here infrequently, in between avoiding Derek and other familiar (adult) faces. Maybe Erica knows where he's been. Or Remus, or Hayley, or Tyler, or Seraphim. He's pretty sure no one over eighteen knows, Isaac's gone lengths on the matter.

He's not wearing his mask, even if he's been wearing it a lot lately; Isaac knows a thing or two about keeping quiet, especially about things that can and do hurt you. The confused sad look he's wearing right now, though - it's a bit too clean. It's sincere, mostly.

"Mostly" is our word of the day.

Then he holds up a combat knife for the network to see.]

I don't know anyone she was friends with, but for what it's worth, Miss Rosella's not around anymore. She left me this, for some reason.

It's a pretty big knife.

Anyway, people have been disappearing, and there's this big thing going down about Smiley and stuff, so I guess this is a bad time to ask about gym equipment, and like. Who do we talk to about appropriating one of the bigger rooms or a holodeck to set up a gym? I mean, we probably already have one or two but this one's more of like, a club thing?

More of a thing that's just ours, not something pre-made and ready to use. Is that allowed?

- - - - -

( FILTERED-- DEREK : AUGGIE : JENNA : JOSH || viewable to erica )

- - - - -

[ ooc: if anyone wants to say they saw isaac sneaking around and stuff, feel free to say something about it! isaac's been: a) helping erica look for boyd, b) helping tyler look for his uncle, c) hiding from hunters, d) hiding from derek, e) hiding from adults in general, so if you're 21+ and you noticed a teenager quietly avoiding you in the hallways, it's probably isaac. team jailbait can just throw him a rock or something, though, because he's been emoting over some of the recent drops. ]

[the feed opens to a shot of david sat at the table in his assigned room; grey standard uniform in place, despite the black jumpsuit he was given upon arrival. having that one strain of familiarity on his person...helps. not that he'll ever admit to that. perfect posture and not a hair out of place; there's something a little off about the picture, but unless you were here for those old transmissions, it shouldn't be obvious as to what that is. he's made to appear completely human afterall.]

A question for each of you. Who do you consider the biggest threat to your safety here? The figure who goes by a red, smiling emoticon? Our Captain and Chief Engineer? Or perhaps it's one of us; one of those who have been brought here against our will?

Considering that it was those amongst our number who attempted to commit mutiny, released a fear toxin, and unleashed a series of windows to parallel worlds, is it the ship we should fear, or those aboard it?

Curious minds wish to know.

[and then he'll just be. switching the feed over to a locked one now.]


[locked to OPERATIONS and SCIENCE departments]

I hope this isn't too forward of me. [not that he particularly cares if it is] But my name is David, and prior to my arrival here, I performed the role of Mission Attendant aboard the USCSS Prometheus. Whilst the details of our mission must remain classified, I can assure you that I have a great deal of experience with the operation and maintenance of an FTL space exploration vehicle, hypersleep stasis, and earth sciences including medicine.

As such, I wish to offer my services to both of your departments, dependant on which areas you believe I can benefit the most.

Thank you for your time.