I've been experiencing strange interference on my computer. Is anyone else experiencing this?

[MEANING someone's trying to hack into her stuff. and she's not happy.]

[The post begins with a direwolf, peering with sharp curiosity into the device. It is a short video; it lasts only for about a minute, just long enough to take in the sheer size of the direwolf--large enough to fill the frame until he shifts to sniff at the device, and then you can see that he's very large indeed, and not only because of the perspective. But he's friendly-looking, for a wolf, ears pricked, eyes bright--and then the video ends.]

--

This is a direwolf, called Summer. There are six direwolves aboard this ship, and they are all of House Stark. They are not a threat to anyone save to those that might mean threat to the Starks. They are not pets and they are not tame, but they are not wild either. They will not bite you without reason. If they cause some mischief, you need only inform any of my House, and we will make right whatever they have wronged.

People are often afraid of direwolves. You need not fear any of our six. You may be wary but do not attack or provoke them and they will do you no harm. They are rarely apart from us so there should be no reason to do so. But I thought it should be said, as there are new people aboard this ship.

I am Bran of House Stark, and by my word, Summer will not harm you. If you would like to meet Summer, you may.

[SO THERE. And Bran might end there, all that having been said, but... a few seconds later, and he adds:]

I have some questions, too. I am looking for someone that might perform a wedding. And I am looking for people that might know of [--and this is more delicate to say--] transformations.

Thank you.

This ship has a really fucking funny way of keeping us entertained.

[and here's the charismatic, smiling face of James T. Kirk. he has business to tend to, and it's clear in his expression]

Morning, Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

Some of you may have heard my name floating around. I'm here to answer questions if any of you still have them.

[but this broadcast has the air of purpose, and he gets down to it pretty quick.]

Those of you that have been around for at least a handful of jumps are going to know what this is about, but for those of you that don't, during our stay on the Tranquility it has come to light that some of our number require more than what humans would consider regular dietary needs. Unfortunately, we haven't yet been able to synthesize all of these needs. Therefore, on behalf of one of that number, I'm asking some of you to come forward to donate to keep this individual from starving to death while on board. I'd like anyone with substantial stamina willing to volunteer to contact me. The procedure will be safe, and medical officers will be present at all times.

Kirk out.

[ooc: for those of you that don't know, this is in regards to THE WRAITH FEEDING PLOT that's an ongoing kind of thing. we need at least 10 volunteers so gimme all your victims do gooders!! if you have any questions you can contact me or pyraven!]

[ When the video turns on, the feed is shaking slightly—Ygritte is walking through one of the ship's many corridors, backlit by the sterile luminescent lights overhead. She covers her mouth and coughs slightly before speaking into the camera. ]


...Anyone know of wise women, on board the ship? Where I come from, we call 'em woods witches, but I don't know that's what they're called everywhere.

[ A slight pause. ] I'm looking for moon tea, 'f anyone knows where t' find some.

[ This is back just slightly after the jump, somewhere on the lift. So, the background is pretty drab (???) and as always he's only dressed from the waist up. How does he even manage to mangle the jump suit? Someone give him some better clothes. ]

So. I guess that's what every jump is going to feel like, huh? Kind of shitty, if you ask me. Go here, go there. Do this, or you're gonna end up a puddle of gross if you don't. I really don't like taking these "mysterious" - [ He lifts his hands to quote the word, thank you. ] - orders 'cause it makes me feel like I'm Up There again. All the running around, not questioning a single damn thing. It really doesn't get anybody anywhere.

As for you new people— [ Biting at his lip, he takes a second to think about what he wants to say. Maybe waves his hand a bit. ] Don't expect any sort of rescue or hope or whatever comforting junk these guys have been telling you. Whether you want to believe it or not, you're screwed just like the rest of us. I've noticed some people like to sugar-coat the truth a little too much. Those you know from back home probably aren't going to show up, and the friends you make here might just disappear one day. [ Is someone sounding bitter? Yeeep. Definitely. ]

This isn't fun. It isn't a game. And on top of that, it's boring. I mean, boring. You've got your choices between getting high, getting wasted, or finding a good fuck to pass the time. Unless you wanna try exploring, but I wouldn't recommend that.

[ A sigh. ]

What I do recommend is trying to help me out with something though. It's not for some people, and I'm sure I'll be pissing someone off if I don't filter it. Seeing as how I don't know too much about all that, send me a message if you're: one, not a kid or an asshole. And two, interested in whatever could be a little, uh, illegal. I guess.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Hi. [She waves at the camera.] Me again. Two questions:

One, does anybody know how to use a taser? If so, mind giving me some lessons? I could have asked the girl who gave it to me, but I wasn't thinking at the moment. In fact, what about self-defense classes? I get the feeling that not everything comes in peace here.

[Please don't tell her about any butt-probing horror stories.]

Two, I'm dying of boredom. No, pretending didn't work so don't ask. I didn't think I would ever say this, but I'm looking for one of the jobs here. While I am an artist, I did minor in computer science. I know how to write programs, troubleshoot, so on and so forth. [She left out the part about knowing how to hack.] There has to be some computer thing I can do on the spaceship before I lose my mind.


[Filtered to Edgeworth]

I was drunk. That's my story. The big feet thing was true, though.

Hey, Tranquilized!

I know you're all working on a calender, bUT by my mark it's Septemeber 10th. So in two days it's Miles Edgeworth's birthday. Active invites to anybody who knows he'd want him there, and if you're an a--a jerk trying to gatecrash I will hit you with a taser and some rebar. So don't. Especial invites to John Watson, Jack New York Face, Alayne Wolf Girl, Sirius I Won't Eat Your Dude Parts, Jenna Awesome Weed Lady, and Jane Jesse's Girl.

Tenth floor common area, unless anybody has a better place.

[filtered from miles edgeworth]

Does anyone know how to make a cake? Or like...punch? Or party food in general? I got decorations, just--I can't cook. I can pay. Like, a lot.

[open | amended later]

This party isn't obligatory.

[open | even later]

And you don't need to bring presents!

In quella parte del libro de la mia memoria,
dinanzi a la quale poco si potrebbe leggere, si
trova una rubrica la quale dice: Incipit vita
nova.

[ After this odd introduction in Italian, a video shall start. A young woman will be seen, hovering above the device. She is a sweet looking girl, no more than fifteen. There is a brilliant smile on her lips, golden locks that are caught back in a hairnet of pearls. She is all silks and jewelry; a golden cross on her neck. From her gasp of wonder, she is delighted by the thing. ]

Oh! It sheds light! Like a firefly you can carry in your pocket!

[ There is an air of youth to her, giddiness and joy that have somehow morphed themselves into a girl. she seems unsure of whether she has an audience or not but she will lift her head and then incline it gracefully all the same. The next words shall be spoken with passion, as if they are a personal confession. ]

In that book which is
My memory
Before which is little that can be read
There is a rubric, saying: Incipit Vita Nova -

[ A smile. ]

Here begins a new life.

[ She shall bow her head again. ]

Tranquility! What a wonderful name for a ship that sails through the stars. And as it brought sweet company upon me when I arrived, I can only humbly introduce myself to its people in return. I am named Lucrezia Borgia turned Lucrezia Sforza; I come from Rome, to those who are familiar with it.

It is an honor to be in your presence.

[She's happy with the company she keeps, but the ship is too restricting.]

At least in Siren's Port, I could get another tattoo if I felt like it. And in Sweden I could find an H&M on every corner for new clothes.

I really hate this fucking uniform.

My name is Dr. Gaius Baltar.

[ Gaius has taken his time before actually making legitimate contact with the wider ship; he had to stop being completely miserable and half-panicked, first. That said, he still appears somewhat drawn and hopelessly paranoid, nerves just visible beneath an articulate speaking voice.

He's also smoking, which might steal away some credibility or formality. Might. He appears to be in his quarters, dressed down from business casual, all open collar and lacking a tie or actual effort in grooming. ]

My expertise is in computer science and engineering, with extensive and practical experience in the navigational systems of ships that regularly utilise faster than light travel -- the jumps, as they are colloquially identified.

I also know what the hardware looks like for ships that do not require human stasis to make its journeys. Considering the potential of investigation into this option along with general upkeep, I feel my experience would be invaluable to the Tranquility, and I am willing to lend it.

My only request is that I am granted a free and frank conversation with the ship's commanding officer, as senior as possible. As President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, I feel it necessary to engage in a higher level conversation on the decisions made for this ship, and my cooperation with its management.

...cheers.

[ private to lisbeth salander ]

I should have something for you to look at in the morning.

[The feed shows darkness. A shadow shifts about and there are vague outlines that many might recognize as the interior of a passenger dorm room. The angle is a bit awkward, suggesting that the communicator was tossed down somewhere. Loki, who has yet to completely master these devices, has accidentally turned on the video instead of audio.]

It has already been reported that my other self is among us no longer. 'Tis so, I cannot feel his presence.

[The moving shadow pauses and clasps his hands thoughtfully, then wanders out of view.]

His was a truly troubled spirit and I can but hope that he has found some manner of peace now.

...I must confess to some envy. I would not mind ridding myself of this place and vanishing as he did. One would think that, for a man who has lived for centuries, a months or even years-long voyage would be as nothing.

[The shadow wanders back into view, placing a horned headdress over his brow.]

The truth is I would give nigh anything to return whence I came. I wonder how many others feel the same way. Do you consider this vessel your new fate? Having been stolen by it, will you now remain upon it until it reaches its unknown destination? Or do you intend to find a way home?

[The shadow turns its head and seems to look directly at the camera, though the view remains tilted and awkward. A pair of green eyes start to glow in the darkness.]

And to those of you intent on staying, where do you suppose this celestial ark is taking us?

[ Maybe you recognize him from his little panic attack after falling naked out of the goo tube. Maybe you've never seen him before in your life. Either way, Cillian's looking into the device, held with the steadiness of a master Skyper, his blue eyes underswept with dark smudges. ]

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.

[ The Bible verse is recited low, steadily, in his thick Northern Irish accent. At the end, one eyebrow twitches up, wry, and he licks his lips briefly. ]

I'm confessing, I was never the type to keep a video blog. Bit weird, being that you can see me and I can't see you. It's just it's, erm, it's different to acting.

[ He tugs the lobe of one overlarge ear, catches that he's digressing. ]

Erm. My point was. Actually, I've a couple of questions, though I've read around a bit, and since I'm getting the impression not all of you are brand new to this circus I was hopin' to get an easy answer. [ And he adds, muttered, wry and almost bitter: ] Or a computer, if you've got one you've not already given to a Suicide Girl.

Right. Questions. Can we smoke on the ship? Does anyone know what the letters O-P-R and the numbers on my arm are meaning, apart from letting me get around places? Am I gonna get in trouble if I share someone else's room? And where do I go to get more insulin?

[ He nods once, a little jerkily. ]

Yeah, that's the lot of them. Cheers.

It seems there are many from my world to be welcomed aboard after this past jump. If those of Westeros inclined to make their presence known, I would speak with all of you.

[ there's a pause. a direwolf's low whine can be heard, and robb exhales slowly. ]

And I'm sure it is already known, but the lady who called herself Aberdeen is no longer aboard.

[ and feed is cut. ]