10 December 2014 @ 12:51 am
Raven Reyes here.

To the departments (any) - What's protocol when your boss goes MIA? MIA as in disappeared at jump. As far as I know, she never did name a second.

To Flight & Comms - How's our chain of command looking? Still got Wash and Ryuuzaki? Did we lose anyone else?

To Engineering - What now? I'm doing everything I can but we can only go like this for so long.

To anyone who can tell me what the hell this thing is -
[ she's attaching a picture of what looks like a rubik's-cube-sized square of skin and flesh?? it's sitting alone on a table. ] I'm all ears.

To anyone I've ever talked to - Be nice to know if you're still around.
 
 
30 November 2014 @ 08:54 pm
[Those that have met Jack Harkness before on any one of the thirty-seven jumps that he's inhabited the ship may be surprised by his appearance on camera in this moment. He looks haggard. Like he hasn't slept in days - which he hasn't. More days than even he should be able to stretch things. He'd been doing so well, before. They'd all been doing so well. He had let himself relax. He had been starting to make friends, at last. He had let himself be deluded into thinking that he might be able to be happy, here. That this might be permanent, and that he was okay with that.

It's enough to make him want to cry, in retrospect.]


Ianto Jones. Has anyone heard from him, after the... After everything calmed down? He's not answering his comms. It's not like him to just. Disappear.

[Best case scenario is that he's lost. Jack has been looking, as best he can on his own, for every day he can, since it became clear that he was missing, hence the lack of sleep. But one man can only do so much out there. Worst case scenario is... Hell, even best-case scenario isn't good. If he's lost, he's stuck down there, and there's a jump coming up. Jack's trying hard not to think about it, but. The closer it gets, the more it weighs on him.]
 
 
04 November 2014 @ 02:35 pm
[ Charles has dimmed the lights in this corner of the science department, working by lamp light; he has his comms device angled against something so he doesn't have to hold it in address. He's seated at a work station, with a mug of some form of beverage just in view.

It's been a while since he's done this. ]


Hello. This is Professor Charles Xavier, of Xenogen.

[ A little different, from the last time he was here. Beardier. Those that know him more recently can mark the haircut. There is scattered grey amongst the dark. He speaks plainly, like a man who has long since accepted that everything he has to say about this place is ridiculous, so let's just get on with it, shall we. ]

Since the power outage and mural phenomena, there's been some changes on level three of the science department. Inexplicable ones. Equipment we've not seen before has appeared, along with shifts in space and work stations to accommodate new ones appearing out've

[ fucking ]

nowhere.

If anyone has experience with high tech lab equipment, I'd like some assistance in identification.

From what I can tell so far, I suspect we're looking at appliances that have much to do with genetics research, or-- [ he hesitates, as if unsure he wants to commit to deduction, but oh well ] --nanotechnology.

On that note, for experts in the latter thing, or anyone who holds some familiarity with it at all, I'd very much appreciate a conversation, if you're amenable. I'd like to get a better grasp on the topic.

[ One hand goes to take up his tea (it's probably tea), and the other goes to switch off the feed, with one parting word; ]

Cheers.

[ ooc ; for anyone taking him up on high level science talks, i fully anticipate some handwavium as needed, so come at me. ]
 
 
19 September 2014 @ 01:33 am
Got two things to ask and one thing to offer. I'll try to make it short and sweet.


QUESTION 1: What destroyed or depopulated your version of Earth? Nukes, asteroids, zombies? If nothing did yet, what took the closest shot so far?

Same question if you're not from Earth - just swap out Earth for wherever you came from.

I'm not compiling a spreadsheet or anything. I guess it's just something I've wondered.


QUESTION 2: What are we even doing here? What's our destination? The purpose of the voyage? Who sent us, and why us? Maybe I missed something and by all means point me there if I did, but in less than a day, this ship sucks up more resources than the Ark could spare for a month.

I've been here for over a month now and I'm the first person I've seen ask anything like this so far. I want to think it's because we were up to our airholes in highly invasive nanotechnology. Or - like I said, maybe I missed the big 'who, what, where, and why' memo.


OFFER: I'm bored off my rocks, if you haven't picked up on that yet. I was a zero-G mech back on the Ark, and if that's not enough, I helped fix the thing that saved your asses pre-Jump. I can repair, rebuild, or build from scrap just about anything you can think of. So somebody give me a job before I start opening panels and improving whatever the hell's inside.


[ is she serious? she very well could be, so throw her a bone here, yeah? ]
 
 
06 September 2014 @ 10:32 pm
[When Jack appears on camera, he looks about as haggard as mostly everyone is feeling on board the Tranquility right now. Where he might normally be tossing around flirtatious comments and easy smiles, at the moment Jack Harkness is all business. He has an announcement to make, and an important one.]

Hey. Captain Jack Harkness here. Listen up, Tranquility, because I’ve got an announcement to make, and I really only want to say this once.

Remember that machine we found a few days ago? It’s a nanotech extraction machine. I won’t go into the science behind it but the gist of it is that the presence of a second form of nanotechnology, separate from that native to the ship, is what’s behind these mutations, this sickness, the whole lot of it. And this machine [Jack runs a hand across it] can scan, identify the different types of nanites, and remove the foreign one. Once the foreign nanite is removed, the ship’s nanite and our medbay team here should be able to get you back to normal. But that’s where we’re gonna need your cooperation.

[Somewhere in the background, an exhausted but insistent voice pipes up:] Tell ‘em not to be assholes about it.

[Jack lets out a bark of a laugh, before sobering.] The medical team here is already handling the passengers here in the medbay with the most need. From there, we’re gonna form a queue. Yes, a queue. And no, it doesn’t matter where you are in line, everyone will get treated before the jump, so if we see you pushing, trying to cut, or creating a hassle for any of us up here, we will throw you to the back of the line. No exceptions. Everyone here is sick, everyone wants treatment. We’ll get to you, we promise. Until then, head down to the medbay, start lining up, and be patient. [He looks over his shoulder in the direction of the other voice.] Good?

[There’s a pause, but then the other speaker stands up into view. Here’s the sweat-sheen and half-translucent face of Raven Reyes as she steps up to lean into the frame. Her voice is tired, but their success so far has her in at least a decent mood, so she tries to sound patient:]

You probably don’t need me to tell you this, but I’m saying it anyway: This isn’t ‘you break it, you buy it’. This is ‘you break it, we all die and whoever shows up next Jump gets to clean the mysterious blood-slick off half the walls and floors’. So don’t do anything stupid, okay? [She doesn’t even know what kind of ‘anything stupid’ she’s warning off, but with this many people, someone’s always going to have a bad idea and an itch to see it through.]

((ooc note: anyone interested in playing out the extraction/healing from extraction should tag in here, in the new log created for the organization of exactly that!!))
 
 
 
15 August 2014 @ 11:01 pm
The following is a report of the events that occured during the 32nd jump related to the reconnaissance mission into the ship's undocumented corridors lead by Commander Shepard. Perceived delays are the result of attempts to clarify information.

After Action Report, 32 Jump Cycle Exploration and Reconnaissance and Concurrent Incidents )
 
 
26 July 2014 @ 12:27 am
Does anyone know of a way to contact Smiley?
 
 
23 July 2014 @ 10:32 pm
[When the feed opens, Taylor isn't in the SEC offices. She's in one of the holodecks, recognisable from the walls behind her.]

My name's Tyke, I'm head of Security here. Petrelli's already told you all how thin on the ground the departments are getting, so I won't repeat - you've got any combat or policing experience, you want in the Security department, contact me or Edgeworth for recruitment.

Thing is we're thin on the ground all the way. Thirty-three floors housing approximately two-hundred bodies. We're scattered. It makes us vulnerable. Blind spots for this place to use when it wants to fuck with us.

[Like randomly luring people out into the dark. That had been too easy, even with so many of the contacting other people.]

We're moving to consolidate population before the next jump. Bottom ten floors, more than enough room for everyone. Find an empty room, lock it to your nanites, it's yours. You need a hand moving your shit, my team'll help. This is gonna take the strain off Agriculture's supply runs, our security patrols, and let everyone look out for each other. It'll keep us stronger. Safer.

[She sounds determined, steady about it. This is what they need to do. Should have done months ago, when Jenna had first suggested it. Regrets on that aren't going to help, though, and she looks away, tips her head slightly.]

Meantime, figured some of us might wanna let out some frustrations. [There's a very faint smile in the corner of her mouth, and it fades quickly.] Fight club, Holodeck 3. Same rules as always: no weapons, hand-to-hand only, no abilities unless agreed upon by both fighters. Someone taps out or goes unconscious, fight is over. Spectators welcome.

[[ooc: accompanying mingle/fight log over here! ]]

[[ETA: and a spreadsheet for claiming a new room! You can't unclaim your original room and please be reasonable with how many you take!]]
 
 
11 July 2014 @ 07:23 am
[Johanna flicks on the video with a glare. The room around her is dark; the screen lights her face from below. When she speaks, her voice is a little rough and hoarse, like she's been shouting a lot, very recently. (She has.)]

Hi, friends. [She bites out the word.] Just a little message for you all. You've all gotten really comfortable on this hunk of junk you're calling a ship--or what's passing as a ship-- [And she manages a little smirk at that--] --which, come on, it's crap. But I get it, it's not yours. You're all just prisoners here, it did some horrible things to you... yeah.

And that's where this comes in.

[She holds up her arm, where her tattoo is clearly stamped out, fresh and new.]

See this thing? This isn't a fashion accessory. This is bullshit. The last time someone shoved something in my arm and told me to smile and get on with my life, I didn't put up with it. I'm getting this thing out of myself, and if any of you have any sense--you'll do the same. You wonder how they get to you? It's things like this. But I'll bet you already knew that.

Well, fuck that. Fuck all of it. I'm not doing that again.

You want us to join up and help you run this ship? --Or resist this ship, or fight whatever you think is here? Here's my offer. First person that tells me how to get this thing out of my arm without dying, I'll join whatever they're running. And you want me on your side.

[JOHANNA OUT.]
 
 
03 July 2014 @ 01:28 pm
[Ianto looks fairly uncomfortable when he comes on screen. He hasn't addressed the network in a long time, and there are still people who aren't on great terms with him after the fiasco on Arima. Still, this needs to be said.]

Some of you know me, some of you don't. My name is Ianto Jones, and I've been here since the first jump. Back in the beginning, there was a whole group of us who were very seriously dedicated to unlocking the mystery of this place, and I think it's fair to say that we came a good distance. Most of the others are gone now, but we put together a guide that I kept updated for a long time after the organization was disbanded. After a while, though... Well, I suppose like I felt people weren't reading it any more. But we've lost quite a few of the old hats and gained a lot of new faces, and what used to be fairly common knowledge has been lost.

I've been convinced to revive the guide, but in the meantime, one of the things many of you may be unaware of is the subnetwork, buried directly beneath the one we're using here, and how it's been used before. Smiley, the entity you saw leave us that passage before the rescue mission, has given us nuggets of information on that subnetwork before. He left us another one, and we cracked it just a few minutes ago.

The contents of the message are as follows:
SPOILERS if you're still trying to solve the tumblrs! )
 
 
15 April 2014 @ 12:34 pm
So I've got a dilemma. One that I'm hoping that someone on the ship can help me with.

[Cue the flash of a charming, Harkness grin. C'mon, whoever you are, you know you wanna.]

I need something made for me. For a friend. And while I'm good at a lot of things - a lot of things [yes, Jack, please spare us the innuendo] - metalworking really isn't one of them. Give me an Arcateenian psychic melder or a W'narian battle cruiser any day, but metal arts - arts in general really - are a bit beyond me. Especially on as small a scale as I'm looking for.

Anyway, I've heard there are a few on board with the sort of skill that might be able to help me. I know that payment doesn't really work in any normal sort of way in this place, but I'm sure we'll be able to work something out.

[Way to be kind of cryptic, Jack. Hopefully it gets enough of the point across though.]
 
 
 
16 February 2014 @ 01:50 pm
[The video crackles into life, showing a dark section of what appears to be engineering. There's a young woman, haggard with exhaustion in her features, sweat and engine oil streaking on her face, leaning into the camera intently, naked hope in her expression.]

Tomas? Tommy?

[Silence, for a long moment. She's waiting for an answer, and the hope slowly fades out of her eyes the longer she doesn't receive one. Eventually, resigned, she shifts, the camera blurring before it settles again, showing her sitting, leant back against a railing on one of engineering's walkways.]

I made it to engineering, Tomas. I don't remember how, but... [She trails off, confused, and then simply seems to forget about that train of thought.] I know I should have visited you here more often, maybe I'd have more idea of what to do. Breaking everything I come across should do it, shouldn't it? It feels so wrong, smashing up everything you worked on.

But I think I'm close. It doesn't sound-- [She breaks off, a smile breaking through, fond, sad.] That sound you used to talk about, that happy sound? It doesn't sound happy anymore. I just need to find the drive.

[She looks upward, mouth pressing thin, as if she's attempting to hold back tears. After a moment, she seems to find her resolve again, nodding to herself.]

I just need to end this.

[The camera shifts and blurs again, and then clicks off.]

[[MOD NOTES: Feel free to tag! Charlotte believed this to be a single closed transmission, but she will respond. Any characters with the know-how to trace this feed will find it originating in engineering, from a comms device apparently not registered to any crew numbers. Engineering is still too hot for player characters to enter! This post directly feeds into February's modplot, and more explanation will come in the upcoming plot post. In the meantime, if you have any questions regarding this post, feel free to contact us directly.]]
 
 
15 February 2014 @ 09:23 pm
Is this thing on?

[At first, the questioning voice is all there is of the speaker; the video, shaky, shows the wall of passenger quarters. There's a rustling sound, and it shakes a little more, and then several slim fingers slip on screen, then take over the screen, and then the video is spinning around to catch sight of a young woman's face. Her features are scrunched, nose and brow wrinkled in confusion, lips pouted, and then the hand not holding the comm brushes a long lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. The pad of a finger swipes first one way, then another, and then fills the screen again, and then, finally-]

Oooo! Got it!

[The finger disappears, and this time, the blonde is grinning, as if proud of herself. And- well, okay, so she's a little out of touch with the latest of gadgets, but this is a little out there, like Willow level out there, so- maybe she is a little proud of herself. So sue her. Except don't, because she doesn't have that much money, and she's not even sure if money is a thing around here, and- yeah.]

Alright, so. I get the whole- 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto' thing, really. Other worlds, dimensions, universes, whatever- been there, done that, the t-shirt was too tacky to take home. I even get the space-ship thing, and I'm not gonna argue with it. God knows I've heard enough sci-fi babble from Andrew for the past far too long that I can deal. What I don't get is why I woke up in that- pod- thing- without my clothes. Which- conveniently- were in the locker left for me. Is there a reason I was taken out of them? Or is this some kind of weird perverted space initiation thing? If so- not impressed. Not too impressed by the tattoo thing either, even if it is useful. We're not gonna talk about the last tattoo I ended up with against my will, but it didn't turn out too well.

[She pauses, then seems to realise something, judging by the somewhat sheepish expression that passes over her features, and her head ducks just a bit.] And I've just been rambling away and haven't even introduced myself yet. Hi, I'm Buffy. Any and all information that you can offer? Totally welcome.
 
 
23 January 2014 @ 10:06 pm

 

 

[There's some muffled speaking, the view is a sort of blurry darkness – not really much of anything can be seen aside from fuzzy sort of darkness or heard for that matter, what one might expect for an entirely accidental effort to contact the network. There’s another voice.] Now it is recording, see? [and then silence.]

[The world spins briefly and the view of a wall slowly focuses, as if someone is carelessly holding the phone away from themselves, a male voice can be heard, near.]
That is exactly as Merlin has done before. [So the once King insists as if it might not be heard by others, as if the fault here does not rest with him.]

[The view upon the screen now eases into focus, Arthur is clearly being guided now in adjusting the device. You can hear a softer voice off camera, one that’s full of patience, that would be Gwen.]
Like this, Arthur. [ The camera is now sturdy and facing the correct way, you can see Arthur’s face in full view, no longer just an upside down view of his nose.] Thank you Guinevere. [His adoration is quite plain, both in voice and in the look upon his face. His gaze soon turns once more to the camera.]

For those I have not met, I am Arthur Pendragon
. [Largely the entire vessel is unknown to him, Arthur's preferred to keep close to those he knows best, for the most part his purpose here is to protect them.] My inquiry concerns work aboard the Tranquillity, if I may find it. I'd look to ensure the security of the ship, join the patrol. [Arthur's gaze lowers a moment, as if he's concerned his confession might sound foolish, and it is with brief reluctance he goes on, voice stern.] I'm growing concerned of the safety of the halls here. It is clear more than just shadows watch us.

 
 
15 January 2014 @ 08:31 pm
[So Clara isn't really one for posting on networks, but she figures with the temperature going completely mad, she ought to at least try to get something done about it instead of sitting around and sulking. Sulking and shivering as she's doing currently in her room.

She flips the device to video, still shivering, and clears her throat before before speaking.]


So, judging by the rest of the posts, I'm not the only one who's room has suddenly turned into an ice box. And considering sleeping in the halls would be ridiculous and supposedly dangerous, I've got to ask if anyone has a coat they might lend me? Or if you're a polar bear, maybe we could switch rooms until the temperature starts going bonkers.

[She raises her eyebrows as if hopefully staring at whomever might watch her post. Then she grows more serious, thoughtful, as she carefully words the next question.]

And getting a bit more personal. Really personal. Has anyone else... been here before and yet completely forgotten that you were? Because I've been here before and so has my friend, the Doctor. But he's gone and I don't remember a thing.

[She frowns.] So if you knew me before, we should get acquainted again. Especially if I need to use the "buddy system" to go about the ship as it does require buddies.
 
 
12 January 2014 @ 08:46 pm
[Death is rather old fashioned so he's still not very good with this technology even though he's been on the ship for a few months now. The video shakiness for a moment probably doesn't help to soften the fact that you are now staring into the face of a skeleton in a black robe. The voice seeming to just appear in your head rather then entering your ears via the normal route probably doesn't make things better either.

Sorry, he can't help it.  He also sounds a little hesitant.]

THIS MAY SOUND LIKE A VERY ODD QUESTION ....ESPECIALLY FOR THIS LOCATION.

BUT ARE THERE ANY UNIVERSALLY ACCEPTED MARRIAGE TRADITIONS? BESIDES THE END RESULT I MEAN? 

 
 
01 January 2014 @ 09:21 pm

Humans! [ Good, now that he has your attention. ] There is a sickness aboard this vessel, a Dark Beast that harbours rot and the ruin of any that approach it. I, myself, suffered injuries that have now healed. It is a skilled foe that walks in shadow, a warrior of the forsaken. It does not bleed when wounded or hesitate to give harm and it will kill you, should you be fool enough to challenge it. Unless, of course, it decides to keep you alive for sport — those mortals who deliberately put themselves at risk do so at their own peril. If you believe you are strong, I am here to tell you that you are not. Keep your corpses to a minimum. 

Specifically: it carries a great chain that burns like embers, knows your mind and moves at incredible speed. Thranduil is aware of this demon, as are all those of Elvenkind aboard. 

[ Nuada, who brings the network this message from the corridors where he is patrolling, peers into the camera with wolflike gold eyes. You may have seen them around recently, instead belonging to one massive six-foot hound. ]

To those who are not human, I say this; stay with your brothers and sisters, send word over a secure line if any of you are attacked. All manner of Aes Sidhe, from my world or not, are my concern.

[ What else? His manner eases ever so slightly, as it is wont to do between comrades. ]

Loki — we must speak concerning the forging of your weapon. It is time to take up arms worthy of your skill, my friend.
 
 
29 November 2013 @ 09:54 am
[When Jack appears in front of the camera, he's all charm and charisma. These shared memory events haven't dampened his spirits too much. Even if the cat's definitely out of the bag to a few more of his fellow passengers than he would like, as far as his mortality is concerned. He sits forward, arms crossed in front of him, eyes focused on the camera, and he smiles, but there's a hard glint to it. Something's on his mind.]

Some of us are new here. Some of us have been here a long time. [He raises his arm and the number SEC-001-003 can be seen, for a brief moment.] Some of us have seen manticores and shadow people, malfunctioning space stations, black holes, space pirates, space sickness, mazes and never-ending corridors, hive-mind space colonists who tried to make us assimilate. We've been put on lists, given god knows how many riddles by Smiley, and don't even get me started on those masks. And then most recently the shared memories and the dreams. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but I think the only non-horrible stop we ever made was the first, way the hell back at the Tansei station.

[He leans forward, his grin becoming more grim, his eyes more intent on the camera as he continues:] So we've got another jump coming up. Anybody wanna hazard a guess what's coming next? Welcoming all thoughts, theories, dreams, or desires, seeing as we really haven't got a clue, unless you know something I don't.