[It's been a long time since Meg has done something so public. She mostly just brings up things with others when they decide to show their face on the network. It's not even anger that fuels her right now. She's ticked off, sure, but that's just at the thought that still people were siding with the whole 'demon' thing instead of what she actually had been accomplishing here.]

[She's not healing. Not as quickly as she expected, at least. It's possible that it's the ship. That she's just worn out her welcome with the body that's been reconstituted at her request. One little spill into holy fire and a bit of torture -- one would think she'd be able to handle this easier.]

[Her eye isn't swollen shut at least. Bruised, yes. Lacerations look worse than they feel, the split lip is where her current aggravation is, and all the ice in the world won't get rid of the swollen state of her jaw. The rest of her is equally banged up, but she's not doing a full-frontal thing here.]

You know what I really hate? [Given that she could bring up a dozen things that have something to do with her getting summoned and then beat to hell... instead she goes the opposite route.]

When you bite the inside of your lip, it swells up, and then you spend all that time trying hard not to bite the swollen spot, but you can never manage it. You bite it again and again. It just keeps reopening, the blood keeps tinting everything you eat.

Even worse is when you figure it's almost healed and then you bite down on it even harder than the first time around.

[She frowns.] Oh, if anyone has any straws -- I'm looking for some. This split lip is a real bitch to try and drink anything.

[It's difficult to not mention Jo and what happened. To make her into the villain for a change, but it's not worth it. People know Jo. They'll side with her over a demon pretty easily. She's sure of that. For all that everyone says that what happened back home stays there -- she knows it's all just something we tell each other so we can sleep better at night.]

[The brunette on the feed might be familiar or it could be a complete stranger. It doesn't matter to her. She's been here long enough not to care if people do or don't know her. She is sitting on the edge of her desk, the network device propped up on the dresser so she doesn't have to hold it.]

A while ago, the dear Captain Hook offered to lock up the masks that belonged to people here. [Technically, Meg doesn't believe they belong to anyone. She thinks they belong to whoever thought it was cute to hand them out.]

No clue who took him up on that, but the thought that there could be enough of them to lock up was interesting to me. Turns out, there are quite a few of these things laying around and they seem to induce vivid hallucinations. [For those that are thinking otherwise, Meg's tone definitely implies that this is a bad thing.]

I have experience with objects that do more than they're supposed to. Back home, we call them cursed objects and we have ways of dealing with them. Those ways include burning, rituals, and most of the time just locking them up in a box designed to hold that item.

Now, I'm not saying these masks are cursed objects, but it certainly fits the bill and I'd like to have a shot at figuring that out. If anyone has interest in sharing their mask with me, since I didn't get lucky enough to get one of my own, I'd be really [She clasps her hands together and holds them close to her chest, as if she's oh-so-grateful.] tickled.

[Her hands drop and she looks at the camera, slightly dead-pan.] No, but seriously, if you want me to hold onto it I will, but I just want to take a snapshot, take some notes and ask some questions. Then you can have your mask back.

Any takers, I'll be in the common area on twelve. [She grins, it's almost enough of a grin that you might think you can trust her. Almost, really, it's up to you.]



(( eta: if your character wants to run into Meg (not you, Crowley) on 12, it will take place before Dean tells her that Crowley is on board. After that point, she's not out there all willy nilly and the part with her location is erased/edited from her broadcast. ))

[ the device is balanced on robb's knee, with grey wind at his side, circling around out of sight and then back in on robb's other side, all sleek muscle and bulk, a counterpoint to how lean robb's grown, newly shorn hair a riot of curls, despite his attempts to smooth them. eventually, he reaches a hand, brings grey wind to heel, the great wolf settling as robb begins to speak. ]

I'm aware there are greater things to consider than the whims of a king, but I would ask your indulgence in this instance. Things have gone quiet, for the moment, so perhaps this is the best time to pose such a question.

[ there's a rumble from grey wind, a shift and scrape of claws on the metal. robb runs a hand over his head, settles behind the ears. ]

I would hear what was known of skinwalkers and shapechangers, if there are those aboard who would be comforable speaking of such subjects with me. Anything you wish to speak of, even legend and lore. I'd be grateful for it, good people of the Tranquility.

[this is Stilinski's first time using the video function, because hey this guy doesn't even use Skype back home, why would he do it on the Tranquility. still, he has a question and he's not really sure who to ask so why not ask everyone, right? this is supposed to be a forum.]

I hope with the most recent injuries people are going to be exercising a little more caution up here. We can't keep you people safe if you keep running off into the ship.

[he's been around medical, he knows how hard the staff are working, and he isn't going ot elaborate because while he's on security, it isn't his job to police people. not until he gets that order.]

Got a question for ya though. Is it normal to get things in your locker that aren't yours?

[his expression crinkles, because he knows how that sounds.]

I don't mean something significant that isn't yours, like a picture or- or a ring that belonged to someone you knew. But I mean, something you've never seen before in your life.

[and because that isn't all that clear and because he honestly doesn't know that this is a potentially dangerous substance, he holds the bottle up.]

I thought this was gun powder or a spice or something, but, it isn't. And I have no idea what it is.

[he looks at it again, shrugs, sets it down, and ends the transmission.]

Look, I don't really care if you go or don't go looking for whatever it is that killed two people this week.

But if you do, at least leave the door to your rooms open so people can loot your stuff after they find the body.

[Yes, he thinks people are pretty stupid for going out]

I didn't know Chase, but I'm assuming no one was watching her because no one thought of her as a kid?

[Well, no one thought of him as a kid, but then, he had a robo!bodyguard so....]

I'm sorry about the people who cared about her.


Encrypted to Cameron; 100%

Two things:

First off, do you know a guy named Josh Levinson? He mentioned my dad. By name.

Second off, how do you feel about moving to the first floor?

Encrypted to Kurt; 100%

Need company?

Good afternoon, unwilling citizens of the Tranquility. Ianto Jones here. As it turns out, the ship has seen fit to gift me with all the necessary materials for making professional signage. As a General Support officer, I figured I might as well branch further into public service and put these materials to use.

[He pans his communicator around to show a neat-looking sign he's set up in the Oxygen Gardens. Myfanwy is in the background, perched on the branch of a large tree and tilting her head inquisitively.]

Anyone who feels the need for any official signage is welcome to ask. Anyone who feels the need for less official signage is also welcome to ask, but as it's for personal and not public use, I'll be taking advantage of the bartering system and asking for something in return. I would have made this offer sooner, but I seem to have been out of commission for a month. Sorry about that.

[Locked to Hayley Stark; encrypted 100%]
As if embarrassing myself in front of Obi-Wan Kenobi weren't enough, I've now made the world's most humiliating first impression on James Bond, and Anakin Skywalker just showed up with R2D2. Please save me from myself and come have more drinks with me. I'm trying to rope Jenna in too, so feel free to bring a friend.

[Locked to Ariadne; encrypted 100%]
I haven't seen you about yet. How are you?

[Locked to Jenna; encrypted 100%]
I know we need to talk business, but I don't feel like it at the moment. Come have drinks with me and let me tell you about my most recent humiliation.

[Locked to Tony Stark; encrypted 100%]
How's the eye socket? Have you gotten a cool eyepatch and started hiding things in there? Or are you going for something more bionic?

[Cambitas encryption; locked to Cambitas members]
We have a new recruit. Thought I should let you lot know.

Tranquility.

[ Lucrezia Borgia's hair is braided and her silks are pink as her cheeks. ]

The fireflies had returned to us. To them and to those who had been asleep, Ben Tornati! as you all have been so direly missed. I would hear that you are well from your lips or through the firefly.

To all others, I offer a trade.

I would hear of your name. I heard so many names since my arrival here and yet I never asked for their meaning in your respective languages. I would listen and tell you of my own, if you care to hear it.

[ but then she seems a bit bothered by something, as if she had realized something is missing. ]

I have no words of poetry to offer today, what a shame.

[ give her a moment before she'll smile and, lifting her chin with mischief in her eyes, speak the next words in Latin before shutting down her firefly. ]

quae bello est habilis, Veneri quoque convenit aetas.

( The age which is apt for war, is also suitable for Love. )

[When she clicks on the device, she at least doesn't look all too bothered or off-guard. In fact, she looks perfectly in control of the situation. But talking on the phone is kind of a prerequisite for secretaries, so maybe that's not so surprising.]

I like the iPhone. Very classy, very sci-fi.

[That was clearly a necessary comment because how she feels about this new phone is very important, take notes, all of you viewers at home--]

But yikes, space, huh? 'For I have lost us him on a dangerous sea'--I'd quote Star Trek but I'm sure someone has beaten me to that one, so I won't. You can thank me later.

[She arches an eyebrow, eyes flicking to the ceiling temporarily.]

Hello, fellow space-kidnappees. I'm Donna, and I've heard rumors that this is an addendum to my job now, so if a certain Mike Ross or Harvey Specter have caused you any emotional trauma, please let me know.

[A slightly faux, very amused grin.]

Thanks!

[She'd better get a raise for this--

But she does have something of greater use to make this for though honestly she's curious about Yoga Club but hey. Later. Business first.]

I'd also like to inquire into the various departments here, if anyone would like to enlighten me. I've heard rumor of security, agriculture, science...But I don't know much more than that. Yet. Give a lady a hand?

[She would appreciate information so much, you don't even know. She might even want to help once she knows a bit more and because wow Edgeworth is such an earnest puppy, she's legitimately curious.

But the tilt of her head is entirely thoughtful and more than a little amused.]

[the feed opens to complete darkness. the view doesn't change though. instead, it sounds very much like he's talking to someone already. and maybe he is.]

You're very- Loud, sometimes. And I don't think-

[okay, hold on a second. someone's interrupted him. too bad you can't hear what's being said.]

No. I just- I don't like it, and they'll get rid of it. They can...hide it, or-

[oh hi. that's another inaudible interruption. this time when he speaks again, the camera is lifted from his lap to show a certain mask that's sat by his feet. a mask that looks an awful lot like this. it's only briefly in focus though because castiel is only able to look at it for a moment; his attention off toward that silent voice again soon after.]

...I want it gone.

[he actually sounds...a little calmer and happier after his next break. the voice has actually helped out this time. slightly.]

Dean, or Meg, or anyone.

Please?



ooc; so...basically cas ended up putting the mask on and it's triggered his lucifer hallucinations to kick back in again. enjoy?

[ 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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( FILTERED-- DEREK : AUGGIE : JENNA : JOSH || viewable to erica )

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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. ]

[well that sure is a dapper gent on the feed now isn't he. kind of roguish looking, rakish and fierce. he wears a shirt made by a recently missing seamstress and a crimson red coat that hangs open, long black curls of hair that look like dripping candles and the brightest blue eyes face the camera.

he offers a bow to the video.]

Shipmates, firstly I must offer my condolences. To those that were acquainted with our late Miss Stone; she will be greatly missed.

[he lays a hand upon his breast, bowing his head, and he would have swept off his hat, had he had it with him. after a moment's pause, those striking eyes return to the camera and he offers a smile, a sly thing.]

I am James Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger, though I understand such a title is neither here nor there when we travel amoung the stars. I have seen, and heard whisper, of grievances accompanied with these masks that this place has so graciously provided us. Whispers that they are evil things, that cause you to act outside the norm.

Here I have for you, a solution.

[and he steps back, revealing a large, antique chest, about a metre wide.]

I have with me a chest, built for holding and hiding treasure. Now there is very little in the way of what a man like me might consider treasure on board, but it would be a pity to waste such a wonderful chest. "What could I possibly use it for?" said I, as I mused within my cabin. "What use could this chest possibly be on a craft from the future?"

Then I realized! These masks, they cannot be destroyed. Send them beyond the walls of this ship and they should return. But lock them up- [and oh ho, look how clever this man is. his tone is beguiling, convincing, and you may find yourself agreeing with him despite yourself.] and they shan't go anywhere.

So I offer you, my friends, this chest. Any that have not yet found a solution to their distress may bring their masks to me, and I shall lock them away for safe keeping.

[again, he bows]

I reside in cabin eighty, of the ninth floor. My door is open to you.

[Well guess who's back on the network again. No, he's not looking for playmates this time. Instead, it's time to make a very important announcement. It's a video feed; though it's clear he isn't really focused on setting the shot up right. That'll come later.]

There were demons here- A long time ago. They were...dangerous. They tried to hurt people and turn you against each other. But that doesn't mean-

[Okay, give him a second here.]

Not all demons are like that. Some of them are good, even though they're not designed to be. Back home, one of them was my friend. She- She took care of me when I was in hospital, even though she had no reason to. And now she's here and-

[The feed breaks in to static now for a moment, before then turning to a shot of a dark haired woman folding a few towels and trying to -- not look annoyed by the sudden episode of Real World that is being filmed in her quarters. Meg turns toward Cas, a definite furrow of her brow and a lift of her eyebrow as she watches him. This is not on her agenda for the day.

His voice is softer now as he speaks. yes, he's a little smitten by her. go figure.]

This is Meg, and though she may appear to be angry most of the time, she's- Special.

Say hello, Meg. [And don't mind that he's pushing the camera far too close now.]

[Okay. This is likely to give someone a definite feel for how it is to be around Castiel when he's decided personal space is just a cute word. Her hands move to push him, gently, away from her a bit.] C'mon, Clarence, let the thing at least come into focus if you're gonna insist on becoming a reality TV producer.

[She shakes her head at him, not actually feeling like addressing the camera, but she knows that it'd make Castiel happy.]

Yeah, hi. I'm Meg and maybe... [This ambush is not fun at all... if she thought he could handle it, she'd get revenge on him for this little stunt, but no - she won't risk that.] Maybe, you can come play board games with us.

[There's a definite expectant glance that comes to Meg's face as she glances up to meet Castiel's line of sight and stop staring at the device in his hands.] Happy?

[You may not be able to tell by the droop of the camera, but that'd be a yes to her question. His huge grin is a dead giveaway.]

Perfect. [He...may not be talking about the quality of just her reply though.]


ooc; ...do i really need to say who's who?

Does anyone not know how to get to the shuttle bay?

This applies especially if you don't know what a shuttle is. Or if you've never been in space before.

If you don't know how to get there, I will personally come to your room and walk you there. I promise. I cannot emphasize enough how important this is.

It's hard to wrap your thoughts around, I know. Where I come from, the Void is only a theological concept. If you're really, really rotten, you go there when you die. And no one ever mentioned that there isn't air in the Void. I mean, if you're already dead and forsaken by the Maker, why would you need to breathe?

[But he's gone off on a tangent. Right, where was he? SPACE TRAINING]

But that's just it. If you were already dead, you couldn't die again. And people on this ship can die. It has happened. I don't want it to happen to any of you.

Outside this ship, there is no air to breathe. There is no land to stand upon, nor water to drink. There is nothing, save huge fires that somehow burn without air and are called suns. And huge rocks, but you can't stand on those, trust me. They're too far away. If one of them were close enough for you to touch, we'd all be dead already anyhow, because it would have smashed the ship.

[Fascinating, isn't it?]

Then there are the dangers you can't see, or hear, or smell. Do you know what space radiation is? If you don't, you'd better come to space training. You don't want to find out the hard way.

[[OOC note: I'm sorry, guys! Anders is just really fixated on space training and space radiation. Feel free to ignore his spam. Or to poke at him.]]

[Tyler's voice sounds very terse as he opens up the feed, hoping to keep it short.]

Has anyone seen Mason Lockwood?

He seems to be missing since the last jump?

[It's a last ditch effort. Tyler knows what that usually means. It usually means someone's gone home. That's how it happened with Elena, with Klaus. But he doesn't want that to be true of Mason. Because all that awaits Mason back home is death.

And it's been nice getting to have time with his uncle that he never would have back home. Not that he'd ever say it in so many words.]

If you hear anything from him, please let me know. I'm his nephew, Tyler Lockwood.

[And with that, the feed's cut.]