[so guess which department is still notoriously and relentlessly the most understaffed of all of them? that's right, it's physical sciences. and it's time for another probably not all that successful recruiting campaign featuring everyone's not so favorite demolitionist, jasper.]

It's been awhile since I did one of these, and we just got a new batch of people in about a week ago so I thought I'd introduce myself again. My name is Jasper and I run the Physical Sciences department and we're always looking for new recruits.

Physical sciences covers, well, just about anything you can think of that isn't biological or genetic [what's up xenogen] but personally my expertise tends to run more along the lines of chemistry. And then there's Lydia of course who's expertise is, uh. Basically everything.

What that means for you guys though, is that I'm currently offering to teach any new recruits to physical sciences how to make their own fireworks-- and don't worry guys they're small ones and completely safe. [heading that conversation off at the pass right now.]

Let me know if you're interested in signing up. Or if you just want to talk combustion, I'm honestly not that picky. You don't have to be experienced, you just have to be interested!

[another peaceful morning on tranquility-or, er, tranquility's equivalent of peaceful, nobody has died today anyway- is suddenly broken by a small explosion, somewhere on one of the higher floors that isn't really being occupied.

and if anyone is wondering just what the hell that was all about, jasper is scrambling onto the network just two minutes later. goggles askew on his head and a dark smear on one cheek as he smiles waveringly down at the comm, the sight of smoke wafting up behind him just barely visible over one shoulder. his voice is slightly raspy but for anyone that's spoken to him recently, it's getting much stronger.]

Hey, so. Don't worry about the noise or anything, we've just never used these kinds of accelerants before and we're trying to work out a formula for heat and range of the blast.

[he frowns a little and rubs vaguely at the stain on his cheek, only managing to spread it around even more.]

And I don't need to hear anything about how dangerous explosions on a spaceship can be okay, Raven and I both grew up in a space station, I think we know what we can get away with safely. [and then he's back to grinning again because, well, blowing shit up, how can you not smile, right?]

If anyone has something small of theirs that they'd like blown up-- maybe a trinket from an ex [slight, barely there glance over his shoulder at something (or someone) off screen] or something else you don't want any more, feel free to bring it by!