23 September 2013 @ 02:42 pm
[There's a lot of reasons why Taylor sometimes wishes Kirk was still around, and one of the smaller ones would be so it wasn't always her having to put the alert out. Talking to people still isn't exactly her strong suit. But she's head of security, and there's a pretty big security threat going on, so the network gets another video post, complete with SECURITY PING, before there's blurring and jerking views of the corridors and a few of her dogs while Taylor walks and talks.]

Got some kind of fucked up creatures attacking the ship. Humanoid, likely with extra abilities, unknown so far. Seen three groups of them focussing on destroying whatever equipment they can get their hands on. Could be related to the tech trouble we've been having.

[Not that they seemed like they'd been hiding out anywhere, but doors and lifts screwing up because the ship was priming to start whisking people away again while this was going on wasn't something she wanted to entertain.]

Security, I need all of you moving. We want guard details on key areas in case they start going after the shit we really need. Untrained and unarmed civilians are advised to stay in their rooms, do not engage. Run the other fucking way if you have to. The rest of you use extreme caution.

[Because she knows better than to tell some of you trigger-happy folk not to go looking for a fight.]
18 September 2013 @ 12:28 pm
[ This is a face that hasn't appeared on the network for some time. The video comes on and Charles looks rather... Tired. He's propped the camera part of his desk. He has dark circles around his eyes. He has been fighting when dealing with it. He still looks very well put together, despite the obvious bags under his eyes. His hair is combed, he's clean. He isn't quiet for long once the video is on. He spins a black knight from his chess set in his fingers. ]

Loss - it is a complicated thing, isn't it? I've found myself losing track of time with the loss of sleep. Days keep...blending together.

It's left me plenty of time to think. I truly do miss Raven. I'm certain that she is doing something great back at home, whatever it may be.

[ He knows better than that, and his voice implies he does. It's a lot harder to maintain a mask when you haven't slept. He closes his eyes for a moment, there's something else he almost says, but he snaps his jaw shut. ]

I know it has been awhile since I've been on the network. For those who are newer, and those whom I haven't met - I'm Charles Xavier. I work in the Science Department.

It's been some time since I've made an offer for alcohol and a visit, so -- if anyone would like to stop by, let me know.
01 July 2013 @ 11:24 pm
Audentes fortuna iuvat.

Does fortune favors us, Tranquility?

Caesar himself was quite devoted to boldness and fortune; alea jacta est he said and the goddess of fortune favored him for many years.

in the end, she did not. it is a tricky thing, fortune and quite a riddle to guess.

[ that aside ]

An assistance is needed! For baking a cake to a friend whom I favor greatly and who, I decided, celebrates his birthday today.
24 May 2013 @ 04:18 pm
[He doesn't often get on the network like this. Responding to things, sure, but he doesn't generally have a reason to put himself out there like this. But he needs something to do now that the fledglings are independent. For those who've been around him the last month or so, he's looking better--more color to his face, definitely sleeping and eating more.]

I am Thranduil Oropherion. [Not my name is because Oropherion isn't a name, just a way of sticking out less in a crowd of Firstname Lastnames as opposed to saying son of Oropher and spurring more questions about how does he keep track of who he is without a last name.]

The number of you who have animals may be glad to know I am skilled in beast-lore and bird-lore. I would like to offer my services as such. If ever you believe something is wrong with your animal, or if they seem disturbed, ill, or uncomfortable, do not hesitate to ask for my help.

[Can't even offer his services without making it sound like a command. This isn't nearly as nostalgic as it should be. He's earned some nostalgia at this point.]

For my qualifications, I have done this a great number of years even for an elf, in three separate kingdoms. I am capable of quickly determining the problem and am an expert in their physical languages. ["I talk to animals."] If you wish for a reference, I have worked in this capacity for the lady Morgana these last two months. She might vouch for me.

[Not that he asked her to do so. Surprise!]

There are three young songbirds in the gardens now. Please do not disturb them.

Thank you for your time.
20 May 2013 @ 10:46 pm
[ the camera turns on to show gwen holding a sword that is sheathed, the handle basic yet beautifully crafted, well made.] The events as of late have made it clear that we may need to defend ourselves from those we do not know. Enemies outside of our ship and... well, erm, perhaps the monsters that lay within. [ space rats.]

[ she pulls the blade from it's sheath to show her work, smiling softly as she lays it down and addresses the camera once more.]

I would like to offer my services to those who are in need of a sword. My father was a blacksmith and taught me his trade- [ cue a sadder sort of smile.] I can also make smaller blades. I only ask that you use them to defend yourselves and not on one another. We must work together to protect our temporary home. I share a forge with Fili and Kili, who are also master craftsmen.

[ awkward pause.]

Thank you. For your time.
Hullo again, I'd been talking to someone else about this and I was just wondering if anyone here has a family or personal motto that they like to live by. Or, I suppose, that they really don't agree with.

If so, do you like yours? Do you find that it's helpful?

If not, did you want one? What would you make it?
12 March 2013 @ 07:28 am
[Although she has been getting a hang of using her comms device, she's had a poor habit of accidentally turning it on every once in a while- so bear with her. This seems to be once of those times, having hit a button when moving the device over.

Susan sits upon the bed in her room, staring down at the golden crown clasped gently in her hands. It's an intricate circlet of delicate looking leaves and gilded flowers, an item of clearly very fine craftsmenship. She's frowning, but there's also the slighest, almost nostalgic smile pulling her lips upward.]

[ooc; her crown looks like this in case anyone was curious]
11 February 2013 @ 12:02 pm
[The feed flickers on and there is a rather nasty sound from the other end, as the cell phone is dropped. Mordred picks it up, turns it about and examines it closely, uncertain of the way it looks and the strange things it does.]

I’ve been told I may use this as a form of communication, but I fear I may have been tricked. I just talk into it?

[It wouldn’t be anything new after all, Mordred was teased by the Knights back in Camelot frequently! Unfortunately, he doesn’t pick up this technology like he should, and instead continues to look at it strangely, even as he speaks into the little object. He looks around, letting out a sigh as he stops moving.]

I'm told we're rather stuck in this place, I've accepted that, but I keep finding myself unable to get back to where I started. I turn one corner and it leads somewhere I've never been before. How does one manage a place like this?

[ This means that Mordred is lost. He doesn't like to admit it, but he's been wandering for a while now and all of it starts to look the same to someone used to Camelot. ]

I suppose I must be missing something. Perhaps someone else has insights?