22 June 2015 @ 08:25 pm
hullo im posting a survey on behalf of Support
Support asked me to
answers here please but direct all questions to mr R J Lupin hes head of Support surveys thats why he asked me to do this one for him
interdepartmental unity

27 January 2015 @ 11:55 pm
If you have any inquiries regarding Boggarts, I can answer them. I was taught not only how to spot them but how to counteract them during my Third Year. All things considered...

[She pauses and weighs her words carefully before typing them out.]

They are less menacing than other creatures from my world. Like Dragons for example. Or Dementors.

[Private to Harry.]

How are you settling in? I can't thank you enough for bringing Crookshanks back to me. He has made my room his and he loves playing in the garden.

[Not many people coo over him, so she overdoes it at times.]

Have you seen the Boggart?

14 January 2015 @ 09:46 pm
Hello. Hi-- my name is Harry Potter.

[The boy-- young man, really, who sits in front of the camera presents with round-lensed spectacles and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which is barely visible under the tousle of his very black forelocks. Something about the whiteness of his face and the uneven press of his lips suggests that what he has to say is very difficult for him; it is.

Blood has been thundering his ears for the past hour; since Draco Malfoy let slip Professor Snape's name so casually. As if-- as if.]
I'm looking for someone. Well, two someones, really. There's, um, a man-- he'll look a lot like me. No scar, [he thumps the heel of his hand on his forehead demonstratively,] but he'll have black hair and he'll be really thin. I'm also looking for a woman. She'll have red hair and green eyes. Their names are James and Lily. James and Lily Potter.

[A beat.]

I've got a picture, right here. [A slight fiddling of the camera, and then he raises up the black-and-white photograph to see, its image curiously animate.

The couple depicted therein are smiling, their faces alive with sincere mirth; the wind picks up and twirls Lily's desaturated hair a little, doesn't put a dent in James' rumpled mop, but doesn't make it much worse either. Harry holds it up long enough for the camera to focus; long enough for the breeze to go through twice, for James to swing her around twice, for Lily to dip at the waist twice, her fingers tight around her husband's. Then Harry again. He's gotten whiter since the last time he was in the screen.]
Please let me know if you've seen them here. Cheers.

[OOC:] Please consider this backdated near Jump day.
14 January 2015 @ 05:21 am
[ Erik’s voice is low and rough, raw tension metered in the effort he makes to keep himself in check. ]

There is no force in this universe that has our best interests at heart.

We’re stowaways on a stolen warship. Van Rijn is hunting for us.

From what little we know of him, we may deduce that he is not a man celebrated for his mercy. If we are taken on Van Rijn’s terms, we will be subject to his rule -- not as people, but as scientific curiosities. Collateral damage. Pirates. Witnesses. He has no obligation to follow through on any promise his men make.

We are not citizens of this world. We don’t have rights.

Be discreet. Keep communications apprised of any contact you have with his crew. If we are to engage with him, it must be on our terms. If his forces breach this vessel, be prepared to fight for your lives.

[ There’s a pause, as if he’s checking notes. ]

For those of you unfamiliar with the basic operation of Tranquility-issue space suits and armaments, now is the time to learn.

[ ...And a moment of silence for his self-control buckling under the strain of formal address. ]

As of this moment, if I discover that any one of you has taken it upon yourselves to pander away further intelligence on this ship or your fellow passengers in exchange for safe passage -- hope that Van Rijn finds you before I do.

[ He ends that sentence, and so the transmission, with a bristling quiver at the tail of his diction and an abrupt punch of his forefinger. Magneto out. ]

Hi, I'm Takeshi; I was gone for a long time!

[Best way to re-introduce yourself: name, followed by exclamation of your absence. It seems legit.]

I didn't know, I swear, pinky promise; I woke up and it was all kinda different, but not that different. I, um, I dunno who left like me, so I wanted... I wanted t'see who was still here. I didn't say goodbye to anyone... and... it's really important to get to say bye. But at least I get to say hello again! Hello! [Wait no, we already did that. Been there done that. He smiles, a bit more confident.] If I never met you before, though, we should talk! It's good to know everyone here, that way you can be friends and help each other and be happier. And being happy is really important, and... I like having more friends. An' my brain is kinda fuzzy, because... I feel like I can't remember things as good...

Did everyone get friends yet? Make sure you're with your friends a lot. And don't be in the halls by yourself!

I learned that from before. The halls are bad. Baaaad news! Plus it's dark, and some people are scared of the dark.

[He puffs out his chest a bit.]

But not me!! M'not afraid of the dark, because it's not a real monster! There's bigger worster monsters anyway. But, um — [where was he going with this... ah, yes!] I have a list... It's a list of all my old friends! I dunno who came back and who stayed and who is gone, so... I copied the names. If people rec'nize them, lemme know! Cuz a lot of them were gone, but maybe they came back...

[They're important names. They're some of his friends — you gotta' look out for your friends.]



[IT WAS A NICE ATTEMPT. Too bad most of them have left, but you can't blame a kid for trying.]

30 December 2014 @ 10:47 am
Is this quiet permanent? It's a little unnerving.

[ He means the literal quiet from the engines powering down, not the metaphorical quiet from the absence of overt disaster. The metaphorical quiet can stay. ]
24 December 2014 @ 10:14 am
[Bucky's a more than occasional visitor to the Shuttle Bay, having offered to lend a hand in return for training with the previous CFO. This is the first time in a while he's been back, though, and the view out's as distracting as ever. Maybe more.

He's standing in front of the windows, looking out at the rolling cloud.]

Kind of foggy out, isn't it. Pretty enough, though. Makes you wonder what could be out there, just out of sight.

[He turns, then, engine grease on his jumpsuit and streaking his face. He could almost have walked right out of a Brooklyn autoshop.]

I've been thinking about what I've missed back home. Christmas, Easter, maybe a birthday or two, or two thousand with the way time goes up here. I always did like holidays - they let you know where you are, where you've been. Even with the war on... well, I guess people needed the excuse to smile at each other. Now it feels like I've lost track of something important.

[He shrugs one shoulder, though. That's a little too much looking inward.]

So I'm wondering, what do you all celebrate, where you're from? And what do you picture might be out there, past the clouds?
10 December 2014 @ 07:48 pm
[ For perhaps the first time over the network, Elizabeth doesn't exactly look chipper. She's fidgeting, pulling at bits of her hair and moving as she talks. ]

Hello. I... I was hoping that I could ask you all your opinions, based on your own experiences. I realize that what I'm asking is situational and... well, really, private, but I really do need advice.

... When you have to kill, or... had to, before, what was it that allowed you to reason through it? Even if the act is for the greater good, it's still the taking of a life. Someone told me once that it was a necessity, though a terrible one, and I know now that he was right. Still, though, if it wasn't for survival-- for your own survival-- [ She pauses, reconsiders. ] If someone else was in danger--an innocent--is it any easier?

[ Clearly, she's never killed anyone before. Elizabeth chews on her lip, very much agitated. ]

Oh! This isn't about anyone on the ship, not at all. I'm only wondering for when I return to Columbia.
10 December 2014 @ 08:01 am
[Dean's been around a while now, long enough to get settled in and learn how to work the stove, so he figures it's about the right time to give the Tranquility a formal greeting. Video feed opens up to Dean clearly trying to keep himself in frame, chin ducking once he's sure everything's set up and running.]

For anyone I haven't met yet, which... I'm sure is probably most of you, my name's Dean Winchester.

[It sounds a little rehearsed. He's run it through his head a few times, and it drags on a little as the words spill out.]

I'm, uh... well, apparently I'm not exactly new here, but for all intents and purposes, let's just go with that. If I knew you any more than, say, a month ago, I hate to break it to you, but all that's pretty much gone now. Blank slate. Sorry.

[He doesn't seem all that perturbed by it, but he's been through it too often to really put a lot of heart in the sentiment. He does offer up a tight sort of grimace in apology, but a second later he plows on. His eyes duck down for a second, and then they're back on the camera.]

I've got a couple of questions for anyone who thinks they can answer them. First of all- has anyone ever been anywhere before this? I'm not talking about back home on Earth, or... wherever it is you're from originally. I mean, has anyone ever been bounced to another dimension, or universe, or... something like this ship, but different? Possibly 80% less Star Trek?

[There's a sort of awkward pause there, and it looks like he wants to extrapolate on that. His lips twitch, and then he shakes his head, evidently changing his mind.]

Second off, does anyone know anything about tech crap? See, I got this...

[The camera jiggles a little as his head ducks, he searches through his pockets to find another phone. It isn't a ship-designated communicator, but it looks similar. He holds it up irreverently, flipping it back and forth to display it.]

This other thing, but it's... [He gives it a floppy shake] dead as a doornail, and I can't exactly pick up a charger from the nearest Apple store, so. If anyone has any ideas on how to give it some juice, I'd appreciate it. I'd like to get some crap off of it.

[It's shoved absently back into his jacket pocket.]

Oh, and uh- one last thing. Any word on why some people aren't popping out of the space womb tube things? Is there an ETA on that, or is it step one to getting shipped back home? What's the deal with that?

[It's asked with a sort of consternated, displeased expression. Obviously his phone isn't going to answer him, so after a weird second, he shrugs it off. Scratches awkwardly at his cheek.]

That's pretty much it. Anything you got for me would just be... awesome. Over and out.

[The camera gets a lovely second of vertigo wherein he shifts the view from his face to his boots before he can finally cut the feed.]
09 December 2014 @ 04:07 am
[The changes are noticeable to anyone who has an eye for details. There are small cuts and bruises on Hermione's face and hands as she focuses on the network feed. But her calm demeanor and quiet determination say far more for how she has changed.]

I'm back. Months passed for me in my world and I didn't recall anything about the ship. However, now that I've returned, my memories are intact.

[Succinct and to the point. She is searching for information in the same manner she would comb a library.]

In case I have been gone for longer than a couple of months, my name is Hermione Granger. I was onboard for about six months before I was transported back. I worked in the Xenobiology and Genetics Department - a position I am very interested in continuing.

[She purses her lips pensively, shuffling through some notes.]

What I need most is information. I will find some way to compensate you for your trouble. Thank you.

[The feed ends with a sharp click.]
17 November 2014 @ 11:45 pm
I'm about to sleep, but before I do, I want to apologize for my actions. [She is already feeling the guilt that will inevitably grow once her mind is clear.] Anyone I hurt accidentally - or on purpose - please get help. I would take care of you myself, but I think we can agree that I need to sleep.

[So she's not drifting between her nightmares and reality.]

Once I'm awake, you're welcome to yell at me. I won't stop you.

Thank you.

[She keeps her comm on until she has taken the Dreamless Sleep Potion. Then it's only a matter of time before she drifts off into a deep, much needed rest. She'll answer any replies when she wakes up.]
11 November 2014 @ 10:27 pm
[It is not often Combeferre has been spending a great deal of time alone, lately. He's slipped by the medical bay a few times, observing the doctors at work and taking notes, along with looking at some of the relevant passages in the texts he's found, has been spending time with Eponine, most of it, and, in general, has not really brought out his old friends for quite a bit of time.

Now, today, he's appearing on the network surrounded by a tangle of wires, some low level batteries and a few small lightbulbs, along with a scattering of the more common moths from his collection, and is squinting at the screen as the video feed begins, then looking up, almost surprised, as he remembers he's here for a reason.]

Ah, yes. It has been a while since I have had anything along these lines to ask, but I've been visited by the bestowers of ideas in a dream, and I would very much like to learn whether or not what I've been dreaming about is even possible.

[So saying, he's reaching a gloved hand to very gently pick up a moth in one hand, and a tiny lightbulb in another.]

Is it possible, does one suppose, to create some sort of electrical light source, out of the more common, and less well preserved members of my collection? It has occurred to me that a new reading light would be quite nice, and that, if I might follow up on the thought that came to me in my dream, that making it up out of miniature lights contained within these common moths would certainly be a nice idea.

I am, however, uncertain of the execution in beginning, and would as soon not waste my very old, and rather dear, friends if this is not to work. Does anyone have experience in this sort of an experiment?
Current Mood: curious
09 November 2014 @ 08:05 pm
[Luke has on his determined face. This is the face he gets when he has A Plan, usually involving helping people and keeping himself busy. Even when he's not working Luke can't seem to sit still for more than five minutes so this is decidedly a good thing all around.]

Tranquility, this is Luke Skywalker. I'm fed up. With a lot of things, but I specifically want to address something that I can change. This last jump I realized that I've been on the ship for a year now and the after-effects of charging into Engineering to help save the ship have been making me miserable-- well, relatively speaking, for almost as long.

As I was hurling my guts out on the floor the other day I came up with an idea to-- alright, so it won't get rid of the 'Engineering sickness' entirely but it should at least help. And maybe if I get enough input from people who are smarter than me I can make it even more effective.

The medbay is stocked with plenty of drugs but the problem is that when the grav couch spits you out you're already puking and hating your existence before you even hit the floor. By the time the drugs have a chance to kick in the worst of it has passed. Making it from your grav couch to the showers while you're trying not to pass out and fall on your face again feels like the longest walk of your life.

So-- [He holds up a finger and then leans over and disappears from view. Seconds later he reappears with a crude drawing he's done of a device and holds it up to the camera.] Uh, I'm no artist but I hope it makes sense. All it is is a self-contained IV and timer. The idea is that it would be set to go off about a half hour before the user is scheduled to be released from their pod. There's a pump attached to the container which administers whatever drugs are in there; I'm envisioning anti-nausea and painkillers. By the time you wake up you're already feeling 'em! [Luke disappears briefly again to set down the drawing.]

Now, it'd be really, really simple to make. The hard part, as some of you might have already guessed, is the timing. As of now we don't know how long each jump lasts but I'm working on that with a couple people and hopefully I'll come up with a solution soon, though it may take some experimenting... which would take a while because unfortunately I can only run tests once a month.

Otherwise, I'd like to ask for help, specifically from the- uh, ironically- Engineering department and the Medbay. I'll need parts, mostly pumps, timers, casings, that sort of thing. And Medbay staff, I could use a second eye on this design and some medical expertise. Obviously the use of these things will have to be monitored by medical officers to make sure no one's overdosing or using the wrong drugs in the wrong combinations.

Uhhh... [he rubs his hands together thoughtfully] somewhere down the line, if I can get a solid, working design I'll probably need all the help I can get, putting together as many devices as possible. Anyone who wants one should have one, anyone whose jump experience can be improved even a little.

Zero-two-five-dash-one-eight-five. Get a hold of me if you'd like to help. Thanks, guys.
07 November 2014 @ 12:02 pm
Hello! Ah... hmm. [ Elizabeth squints at the screen, still clearly getting the hang of this... not-Voxophone and all of its modern functions. She huffs shortly, but the smile returns in a genuine expression. ] I haven't been here for very long, but I'm interested in learning more about the ship. If anyone has lived aboard for a long time, would you please get in contact? I'd love to ask you a few questions.

Also, I'd like to be able to do some work here... to help, if I can. I'm not exactly a physicist, but I have studied astrophysics for a very long time and have a working understanding of transdimensional travel. I... well, I was able to reach other worlds before my arrival and if I could regain my power even a little bit, I think it would be a boon for us.

Who should I speak to about potential employment? And thank you!
06 November 2014 @ 10:05 pm
[Finn turns on the camera, pushing it back so it can capture him. He's sitting cross-legged on something, the lockers at the medbay if anyone can see that well.]

So. This is boring. I mean, other than the freaky murals and voices and stuff. How many people drew mustaches on people? Be honest. Sergeant Edgeworth says Security isn't interested.

On the subject of I'm bored, why don't we throw any parties around here? Like dance parties, music, food, people? Or spacewalks! Why aren't we going out and having some killer fun in space?

Unrelated, but do we have any metalworking equipment and scraps I could use? I literally have nothing but the clothes on my back, so I'd have to give out an IOU.
06 November 2014 @ 09:59 pm
are you capable of basic self-defense and defense of others?
are you capable of functioning in a team at a capacity either at or above that of johanna mason?
are you interested in exploring sections of the tranquility normally advised to be off-limits?
have you voluntarily subjected yourself to having the letters SE and C emblazoned on your forearm?

if you answered yes to the first three questions and no to the fourth, please reply to this message stating your interest.

thank you.
06 November 2014 @ 09:48 am
[ Iiiiit's Edgeworth! It's Edgeworth looking a little bit worse for wear. His face is blotchy around the eyes. ]

Good day. Miles Edgeworth, with Security.

[ Edgeworth's introduction is terser than usual, and his face is decidedly ill-tempered. And his speech is considerably less formal than usual: a lot of his usual pomposity is gone, in the face of sheer crabbiness. Indeed, instead of polite administrative announcements going first, he hops right into a snappish lecture.

(There's a little bit of nervousness to this, under the surface. In a weird way, it might almost seem to the keen observer that he's sort of minimizing the gravity of this by framing it as a don't-be-stupid issue rather than a you-all-have-committed-criminal-deeds issue.) ]

Do not touch things that look suspicious. You all have been on the ship now for a minimum of a month and for a maximum of two years. You are all familiar with how things work by this point. You know perfectly well that there's no end to the death-traps that the ship sets. So I honestly do not know why I have to say this to a single one of you, but if - hypothetically - there's an eerie painting of one of your fellow passengers, perhaps don't mutilate it. Perhaps just walk past it. Perhaps ignore it. Honestly, you're all intelligent people; begin acting as such.

[ And then he crosses his arms even tighter, and scowls deeper, and says: ]

Anyone who has evidence that their depictions were tampered with by someone acting with malice aforethought, do come to me or one of my colleagues. Reckless stupidity is not something we have any interest in pursuing, since that would put rather too many of you in the brig. But any attempts to deliberately do harm to others, with awareness of the consequences, during the last incident - that will be dealt with.
06 November 2014 @ 02:14 am
ATTENTION ENTIRE TRANQUILITY except the creepy-crawlies in the hallways, you stay out

due to the fact that i'm really super sick of hearing about some vague impending space christmas without any kind of actual space christmas, i've decided next month is gonna have space christmas.

so mark your calendars because exactly two weeks after the jump is gonna be space yuleapalooza and none of you actually have any say in it. so don't be an asshole about it. be festive instead.

if you don't know what christmas is: the short story is basically that everyone gives each other gifts of some kind and it's this huge spirit of giving thing and people optionally decorate with shiny shit like tinsel but idk if we have any tinsel? and i guess just ~bonding and closeness~ and all that. togetherness? and like, if you really want to go for accuracy you can turn the heat way down and shiver under a blanket with someone but that's mostly because winter's cold as balls, it's not actually a christmas thing.

in summary i repeat: two weeks from jump, space christmas.

that's pretty much it. later

(fine print: blame sirius)
23 October 2014 @ 10:58 pm
[A bright otter bounds down one of the hallways, pausing here and there to investigate the sources of odd smells. Then it turns quickly, leaping into the air to swim on its back, feet paddling the air. As it nears the communicator, the tip of a wand can be seen.

No words are uttered; there is merely a bright pulse of light - much like the otter's own glow - and suddenly the creature forms words in the air:

A success.

The little creature flips and then disappears in a puff of glowing vapor. Hermione turns the communicator towards her, smiling faintly.]

I know how they did it now. Why couldn't I have discovered it sooner? [There is something extraordinarily clever by its simplicity.] He would make it into a challenge. If he were clearer, anyone could have intervened.

Not that I'm terribly clever, mind you, but -

These are things I can discover through pure logic. I wish I had told Harry before he left.

[That part is said mostly to herself, her eyes unfocused.]

Anyway, she belongs to me. If you see her, I've sent her your way. There will be a message attached unless I'm...under extreme duress. She will show you the way to me...or safety. Patronuses are useful things. They reflect the user. I suppose mine is an otter because we share traits.