_{[ Oh hey. It's that Australian sounding kid again. What's he up to this go around? He goes straight to video, not really bothered with his text for a change. ]}

Salutations! I have a few matters to address, but I'll cut to the chase here and smoothly segway into the questions I have queued in my noggin for some time now.
I am curious, if a qualify for a position, how one fellow goes about becoming a part of the gunnery team. I recall an anonymous gent mentioning it to me and I'm curious in my wits. Are there any persons present who have experienced this before? Before that question is properly answered, I also request further information on this matter such as the commitment level along with the work load and any benefits that are obtainable at this time for assisting the ship in such a way.

The other question I have is I am wondering what date it is and if by chance I missed it somewhere when I first arrived here. It's likely; I've still yet to do a complete exploring of my new environment. In any case, do people go on holiday or recognize certain events from their world on the proper day or just when they are feeling nostalgic?
Last I remember, my 16th birthday was coming up faster than a jack rabbit on a hot date in summer, and I was just wondering when I would have the bliss of identifying myself as a sweet sixteen.
Actually, last I looked it was April of 2012, so it's actually a good while from that date, but I want to be readily prepared.

_{[ He talks rather rapidly, a youthful tone carrying his voice. A moment to adjust his glasses. ]}

In addition, I'm shitting my knickers here from excitement. Sixteen is a pretty big fuss!
Anywhoodles, any sort of info would be smashing.
I am still in dire need of a handkerchief. An actual one, and not something severed from a table cloth, and another holster of some kind to equip both of my babies in.
Welp, I think that's it. This is Jake English, over and out!

_{[ He performs a little number, spinning the runs rapidly and smoothly in his hands before posing and giving a wink.
It's just like a teenager to swing them around like that over a network, of course.. The feed ends, and a private text is sent out a few minutes later. ]}

( [ private text ==> knives chau ] )

For anyone who might care one way or another, Crowley's gone. Your bra straps are safe, or whatever.

[ From the tone of her voice, it sounds like she expects most people to be pleased about this and that she's not exactly pleased about it herself. ]

I'm not going to be giving advice in his place, so sorry to anyone who might have been lo- fuck!

[ There's a loud noise, the sound of Jaye hitting the ground with a rather unceremonious "THUD". ]

What the fuck did I just--

[ And then the feed cuts. ]

((ooc: Don't worry, she just tripped over the hellhound Crowley left behind. She'll still be replying!))

[ as always with a banner post, the opener cues up a half uncomfortable, awkward smile. sincere, but still twitchy. bruce: never going to like public speaking, thanks. ]

I spent some spare time lately messing with my communicator, and I thought I'd share the benefits.

[ more: he's been reminding himself to do this since speaking to ros, but 'the pretty red haired woman with the hungry smile who can't read inspired this' seems a little too much. better to be a bored scientist tinkering with things. ]

I thought it might be useful to have a-- reading function on these things, so to speak. It's not the most elegant job, but I can show my work if anyone else wants to keep going on something a little more structured.

...Anyway. The program I threw together reads text posts aloud. [ in something that sounds a lot like betty's voice, because bruce is a dork. ] I know language barriers aren't much of an issue here, and I can't promise an attached dictionary, but it's something.

[ he hesitates. ]

We're all very focused on the immediate, and we should be. But it might not hurt to add a few more-- non-essential projects to the pile, just to make life a little more comfortable. [ not that he doesn't want to be home-- well, all right, some of him doesn't-- but of all people, bruce understands the need to make something good happen, see tangible and rewarding results for your efforts in between everything else. ]

...Right.

[ the half smile bruce turns towards his communicator is particularly pained, now. there really should be a lost and found okay, so he doesn't have to do something like this to keep from feeling wasteful and more than a little cowardly. ]

Last jump, I received a few things I don't need. If anyone wants them, I'll leave them all in a box outside 006 » 029. First come, first serve.

( text attachment )

[ and now his eyebrows draw together. ]

Don't say it, Tony. [ that probably guarantees trolling. reverse psychology for fun and profit, and banner out. ]

( banner locked to axvengers + betty + pepper )

[At first there's just a soft, momentary shuffling of a rusty orange messenger-bag as its set aside, an old pair of in-line skates tied to one of the grommets. There's the corner of what might be a small white-board at the bottom right of the screen, with a pen sitting next to it. The camera shifts.

Then, finally, a youthful, almost feminine looking boy. His lightly kinked and roughly dirty strawberry blonde/ginger hair partially falls over a pair of hazel eyes, gaze steady (maybe frustrated), however there's a near-obvious gleam of uncertainty that settles within the way he focuses on the screen. An unusual display of such an emotion, perhaps, as he tends to prefer to keep those feelings to himself.

That same gaze then shifts a little, brows knitting as he types.]

So. This is space, huh? Like the movies?

[There's a slight quirk to the corner of his lips. ("Man, this is nuts. . .", is all he can think) It reads only partially of entertainment, however. He's far more spooked than he's letting on. —Still far more disturbed by what he had just experienced, with the gravity couch and that tube down his throat, and every little moment that understandably comes along with such a situation. Mikelo chews at his lower lip as he begins typing again.]

How about someone talk to me? Clearly there are others out there and can see this, so. . . let me know you're there, yeah? And since I might as well —

[He juts a thumb in towards his chest, then waves as a greeting. A more pronounced and purposeful grin dances across his youthful face before he adds: ]

My name is Mikelo. Nice to meet you guys, I suppose. Also, I have read that guide that's floating around, but if there's any other info out there, that any of you think a newcomer like me should know, I'd definitely appreciate it. ☼

[A beat or so passes before he remembers something. He wags a finger at the camera, then taps at his throat with a shake of his head.]

Before anyone asks, I'm mute. Got it? [brow-lift —then, a thumbs up] Good.

[At that, he ends the feed.]

[ Feed: on. The familiar sight of Ward and Resnik on the bridge begins broadcasting on the network, lights from the nearby consoles tinging their faces blue in the dull light. In contrast from their last post, they both look steady, alert, and well-rested.

Resnik is closest to the camera, her arms folded. Ward, by contrast, is behind and to the left of her, half-hidden in the shadows. She begins: ]

We'll keep this short. Within the next 24 hours, we'll be arriving at Strela outpost. The five shuttles that have been repaired have been pre-programmed to dock safely at the station, so those of you who'd like to come on shore leave, now's your chance.

[ Ward walks up behind her, seemingly to check a console to the feed's right. ] We'll be there a few days. Resnik and I will restock the ship's stores, and you can stretch your legs. [ His eyes flick to the camera. ]

Meet us at the shuttle bay tomorrow at 1200 hours. We'll proceed from there.

OOC NOTE ▒ Direct your comments to either Ward or Resnik by placing their name in the subject line, along with the type of return transmission (video, audio, or text). Comments without a specific name in the subject line will be treated as a question directed to the both of them.

[ On flips the device and the sound of rustling can be heard, followed by a frustrated sigh and Ariadne asking: ]

Does anyone know if others can gain access to your room? [ a beat ] Because something of mines missing.

[ a long pause and she is cursing under her breath. ] And no, I didn't misplace it.



[ the feed ends at that, as she is quickly going back to looking for her totem and trying to figure out what to do. ]

[The feed turns on to show Knives Chau (18 years old) staring right into the camera lens with those big ole brown eyes of hers. Judging by wide her eyes are and how strained her smile is, she's trying her best to look like she's not a total panicking mess right now. Because she's not. She's calm, collected, and totally cool like Envy Adams would be if she found herself in a freaky situation like this.

Totally.

Oh man....This is even more nerve-wracking than her first day of college. ]

HI! I'M KNIVES CHAU!

[Oh god, has her voice always sounded this high-pitched and loud? At she thinks it sounds pretty high-pitched and loud. What do other people think?  Oh god. She must sound like one of those cartoon chipmunks to them. Oh god. Oh god. People are going to think she's totally lame and annoying now. Oh god. Gotta fix this and stay cool.  AHHHHHHHH.

It's nice to meet you all. You all seem really...cool? [CRAP. THAT WASN'T SUPPOSE TO SOUND LIKE A QUESTION.]

I mean, even though I haven't met all of you guys, I bet most of you are pretty cool and not blood-thirsty aliens who want to probe my brain and eat my skin and whatever! Ha ha ha ha....

Um. So anyways, can someone explain to me what's going on here exactly? I, like, already know the basics, but it still doesn't really make sense to me.  This is the kind of stuff that only happens in movies, not real life. Like I don't know how I got here  or why I'm even here in the first place. I don't even know. And—

OH. MY. GOD! [Cover your ears, Facility. She did just scream that. Very loudly. Cue the hair grabbing and freaking out-ing.]

I haven't even taken my finals at UBC yet! What if I flunk out?! My parents are totally going to kill me!!!

...My life is officially over....