[ the scene seems innocent enough. feferi is sitting on the floor of the ship, holding a jar of live bees in one hand, and there is a cuttlefish in a bowl between her knees. she is apparently recording on purpose, because she takes a moment to wink at her viewers before she turns and speaks to the jar of bees in her "empress voice". ]

Finally, my many sweeps of culling have come to fruition! On the 8th bilunar perigree of the 3rd dark season's equinox, I - Feferi Peixes, the Empress of Alternia - have officially deemed you worthy of re-entering Alternian society. Go forth, my loyal subjects, and become productive members of our most esteemed race!

[ she takes the lid off the jar. the bees are kind of sick of being shaken around, so a few of them fly out immediately, and the others follow. after a long moment of proudly holding the jar in the air, feferi's smile freezes. ]

... Uh.

[ she carefully puts the jar down, reaches over and turns off the device. a few minutes later, a text post shows up. ]

)(---EY! Does anyone on t)(is boat know anyt)(ing about bees?????
It's not a big deal, but we mig)(t )(ave a bit of a B-E-E SITUATION )(ere!!! 38O

[When the video feed starts up, Laughing Beauty looks to the camera nervously, still unsure if making this kind of request was the best to do publicly. But what choice did she have? LB knew she couldn't do this herself.]

Hey, uh -- heheheh -- hi.

[Yes, this was already getting off to a smooth start. LB gives the camera an awkward smile, before continuing.]

There's a lot of people here who can fix things... right? So, if anyone had any spare time, I was wondering if they wanted to try to fix-- [She swivels her communicator around, in a blur, until it focuses on a broken down, unoccupied Octopus Suit. With it occasionally sparking and one of it's tentacles broken apart, it's certainly seen better days, to say the least.]

I, uh... [The camera focuses on her face, deep in thought as she tries to think of a convincing lie as to how her suit got broken in the first place. After a while, however, she glances away from the camera.] Ah, fuck it, I broke it in a fight. But it's okay! Heehee! I... don't think I'll have to worry about that person anymore.

[Which is her roundabout way of saying that she hadn't seen Zer0, since after the fight, and she was pretty sure she killed him (even if that wasn't actually the case). It was a little sad, because he seemed like someone she could be friends with, but it seemed that wasn't the case. Regardless, she's not admitting to anything.

As she scratches her head and generally looks uncomfortable, it might be easy to tell that she's possibly hiding something.]

A-anyway, I'm not sure what I can offer anyone in return, but I guess we can discuss that later.

[After that, she had intended to turn her communicator off, but there was another burning question on her mind, lately. For this inquiry, she hesitates even longer, before finally spitting it out.]

Also... does anyone know if the masks give you any power or benefits? Hahaha? For a while, I had a bad feeling about them, but lately? I've been wondering if maybe I've been thinking of things in the wrong way.

[LB positions her deceptively cute mask next to her face, mimicking the expression with a smile.]

Besides, I'm no stranger to wearing things that are unsettling.

But - ah - that's all, I guess. Eeheeheeheehee... thanks in advance.


[[I've got it planned out for Peter Parker to fix the suit, but people are still welcome to inquire about it!]]

[ Look, it's an Isaac, slouching in his old room - the one that matches the numbers on his arm, not the one he sleeps in. It looks mostly unused because he's only been in there for all of six hours before he moved down to Derek's space. "Mostly" is a keyword, though; he's been staying here infrequently, in between avoiding Derek and other familiar (adult) faces. Maybe Erica knows where he's been. Or Remus, or Hayley, or Tyler, or Seraphim. He's pretty sure no one over eighteen knows, Isaac's gone lengths on the matter.

He's not wearing his mask, even if he's been wearing it a lot lately; Isaac knows a thing or two about keeping quiet, especially about things that can and do hurt you. The confused sad look he's wearing right now, though - it's a bit too clean. It's sincere, mostly.

"Mostly" is our word of the day.

Then he holds up a combat knife for the network to see.]

I don't know anyone she was friends with, but for what it's worth, Miss Rosella's not around anymore. She left me this, for some reason.

It's a pretty big knife.

Anyway, people have been disappearing, and there's this big thing going down about Smiley and stuff, so I guess this is a bad time to ask about gym equipment, and like. Who do we talk to about appropriating one of the bigger rooms or a holodeck to set up a gym? I mean, we probably already have one or two but this one's more of like, a club thing?

More of a thing that's just ours, not something pre-made and ready to use. Is that allowed?

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[ ooc: if anyone wants to say they saw isaac sneaking around and stuff, feel free to say something about it! isaac's been: a) helping erica look for boyd, b) helping tyler look for his uncle, c) hiding from hunters, d) hiding from derek, e) hiding from adults in general, so if you're 21+ and you noticed a teenager quietly avoiding you in the hallways, it's probably isaac. team jailbait can just throw him a rock or something, though, because he's been emoting over some of the recent drops. ]

Is this thing on? [There's the sound of fumbling as she gets used to the new device. It's different from an ECHO recorder, but similar enough that she figured out the audio functions on it.]

Where the hell am I? Better question - why the hell am I here? And the tattoo? Real original. I already have plenty of those, I didn't need you to add another one, thanks. [Her voice is full of sarcasm and there's more sounds of fumbling as she further examines the comm unit.]

Is there a point to all of this or am I just here for someone's sick entertainment? Please, tell me, or else I might forget to start dancing.

[ The video feed starts, and Stephanie waves. She's sitting on her bed in her "room," smiling through the screen. ]

So, I've been thinking about the whole "space hell" theme this place has going on, and I came to the realization that not everything that happens here is going to be all rainbows and butterflies, obviously.

I mean, this ship is looking more horror sci-fi and less action adventure sci-fi every day. And I kind of like being alive and well, as surprising as that might sound.

[ She pauses, hesitating. ]

What I'm getting at is...would anyone be up for teaching me self-defense?

[ Not that she really needs the help, as self-defense was thoroughly covered in Bat-training.

But if Batgirl wants to go out and about, her alter ego has to be nothing but normal—Stephanie Brown, an average teenage girl with zero space experience, zero fighting experience, and zero spandex experience. ]

[ Behold! On your screen is a whole plastic box-case thing of Reese's minis, the gold foil wrappers of each bite-sized piece winking in the horrible eye-blinding indoor lights of the ship. There's actually a reason for Isaac to be taking a video of an incredibly boring thing, though. ]



I found these in my locker after the jump. It's well over ten pounds of Reese's minis and is seriously too much candy for one person, so I'm giving a pound of these to the first couple people willing to sing Rolling in The Deep on the public network. [ No, really. He means it. ] And is there anyone on the ship who is Canadian and can play hockey and/or lacrosse? I've got my lacrosse stick and three balls to shoot, but not enough gear to really play. Or have anyone to play against.

[ There's also another thing, but it's slightly less boring. It's also a bit tricky, since it involves the monthly fur problem. ]

I'm also thinking of camping out on the gardens for a couple days, are the gardens back to being mostly safe again?

[ The feed starts. ]

Hey, this is September. Please don't dissect me, thanks.

[ The feed ends.

It starts again several hours later. The boy appears shaken up, actually shaking his head at the screen as he readjusts his posture. His partner's next echoing words: "No one is out to get you, you moron." Apparently he remembered that small lecture over this short range of time, so here he is again. He rubs at his neck that appears pink from pinching. Making E N T I R E L Y sure this still isn't a dream, it seems. Or something worse.

So, he tries to fix his small stumble there. ]

Right, I was kidding before. Hah. Okay, I'm September and don't attack me. Thank you. [ That works, right? ]


( P.S. Permissions post for dream eating, thanks! )

[ click. cue Raven Darkholme, in a flightsuit that's kinda like the Tranquility jumpsuit, only this one comes in blue and yellow. s-so stylish. for whatever reason, she's been wearing that around more often than not since she got back from the jump. well, when she's out and about. which... she hasn't been much lately, not as much as usual. new memories from home meant new things to think about. she needed time to process. still needs it. and it's a little obvious by her posture and her expression that she's a little bit distracted, isn't ready to get back into the swing of things just like before... but not without getting in touch with a few people first. ]

This is going to sound much worse than it really is, but at this point I'm not sure how else to say it, so - I'm looking for a fighting partner. Not sparring, not training, but someone that would be up for fighting with me, every so often. I know we have a fight club, but before I do that, I'd like to try more one-on-one, hand-to-hand fighting first. I don't need a babysitter, or a punching bag... I need someone that I can trust, and someone that won't hold out on me. Maybe we can meet up at the next fight club first, but I'm looking for something to do outside of that.

[ breathes! ]

... Yeah. Yes, I'm serious. No, I'm not asking for someone to try and beat me up, it's not a power play, or a weird backwards question. I just need more experience in actual fighting. No more tiptoeing around it, I wanna learn.

[ and now slouching a little bit in her chair, like she's said all the stuff that she was a little nervous about. ah! yes. good. done. ]

Anyway, how's everybody holding up?

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STAY CHEERY.
MRS. NESBIT✿

( OOC: Sorry about that, I woke up late... /posts three hours later

LOL and omg i swear the god i didn't copy Ianto's post this is the funniest coincidence FLOWERSQUILITY. Anyways, enjoy. )

[ the video starts off with a close-up of shark-like teeth and pink painted lips, before it moves to a flash of grey skin and something glowing white. it then immediately clicks off and turns into text.

woops. ]

yea
ok
thanks for that shitty tldr
anemoneways
the fact that we can find out all this OTT-ER shit but not why were even here sounds super sketch yo
like
thats kinda the most imprawntant fin were shorepposed to be knowin right
whatebber
so is this ship filled with humans or what
yo any otter trolls here
holla at your gill espefishally my useless fuckin fronds
38o