In light of recent events upon the outpost it's clear that there are a number of us who are suffering the after-effects of torture. You all have my utmost sympathies - I have witnessed such things before and I will offer the same services here that I gave to my dear friend when he was put under a similar duress.

[ A duress that Durham himself instigated, yes, but that's another matter entirely. Or so Durham tells himself. ]

Whilst those who have been subjected to a torture most terrible are undoubtedly brave, it would not be thought of an act of cowardice to wish to rid oneself of the memory of such a trauma. Torture does not end just because one has been released from the cell; there are the lingering effects of anxious melancholies, exhausted spirits, weakened nerves... to say nothing of restless sleep.

You need not bear these memories as a millstone and for those that wish it I will gladly relieve you of such a burdensome weight. You may find me in my cabin - the eighth room upon the eighth passenger deck. Ask for Thomas Sutton - [ A thoughtful pause, then he adds: ] - or perhaps it would do better if you were to ask for Durham. Either way, I shall endeavour to do my utmost to help those that are prepared to ask for it.

[ Another pause, longer this time, and then Durham picks up again. This time his voice is harder, cooler; this is a matter of business, rather than a favour. ]

And while I am here I may as well announce this too - Oxford. Your Durham has disembarked. In light of this I propose a parlé. I would request that we meet un-armed but as both of us possess weapons that are not so easily cast aside, might I simply ask that it be under a white flag of truce? I do not know how many of your fellows remain on board but I suppose they may attend as well.

( OOC : Durham is essentially offering a bit of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Hit me up HERE if you have any questions! )

[ FILTER: LOCKED TO THE SECURITY TEAM ( viewable to Ariadne ) // Encrypted 98% ]

I thought it would be more prudent to get in contact with you boys & girls first. Not my best form as far as introductions go unfortunately but my name is Eames.

A friend of mine has died. Bluntly put is there protocol for dealing with the body ?



[ ooc: I'M REALLY SORRY FOR THE DOUBLE POST GUYS SOB there just wasn't a neater way to reach everyone otherwise! ]

Unless your doctor will inject themself too don't let anyone in medbay put anything in you.

I'll be back in a little while.

[Except she won't. Loki has Libby's comm device and her tattoo at the ready. He is masquerading as her. PS Loki's responses might be slow due to his writer having work. Also have a relevant post. Libby's answers are all under coercion.]

Ta.

-S.

( ooc: I'LL BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS FIGURE THIS OUT ON YOUR OWNNN. Pm me or bother me on Plurk if you need help. <3

edit: Reads as "All Add As End, A Reedited Irish Kill Toy"
Hope you guys aren't too confused, SCRAMBLED even
edit: Found words are "All" and "is." AND "IS" IS REPEATED TWICE IN THE ANSWER~*~
ANOTHER HINT: 3 2 1 6, 3 3 3 2 1 6 2
New word: riddle. It's repeated twice.

It's been solved! Good job, Hope! Hightlight for the answer: "All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is" Very good job, but what is the key to a riddle? Hmm?)

[It's honestly rare for Claire to make a post to the network. She mainly stalks it, more likely to watch from the sidelines unless something peeks her interest. But since talking to Topher and more people questioning her about her similarity to another with her face, she addresses the network.]

I know we've all been pulled from different worlds, some with duplicates and some that have strange resemblances to those here or those others may know from back home. [This is still a hard concept to wrap her head around given that people can have their personalities wiped from them back in her world.]

Does this happen often? And has anyone noticed that there are several people within a few worlds that could be another person. I know of three people, myself included, that have what people have referred to as doppelgangers. There are only two 'home' worlds. [Herself, Wesley, and Faith all had lookalikes. It seemed strange.]

I've managed cigarettes. [...Or something like them. He hasn't had to make his own in this fashion in quite some time. Still, some experimentation, and he's getting at it.] An' there's liquor enough.

Now. The important question, though--

Does anyone here play a good game of cards? Whist, perhaps? Know American poker, if that's more to someone's likin'.

Not much t' play for here, by way of stakes, but that doesn' make much a difference in a place like this.

Good evening, Tranquility. My name is Nathan Petrelli, and prior to my arrival on the ship three jumps ago I was a New York Senator. Now I know what you're thinking, and you're right, I'm not the Senator of anything here. That's the first thing you've gotta know about this place; don't matter what you were at home, whether you were a leader, a villain, a scientist, student or salesman, cause now we're all in this together the only thing that matters any more is what we can do for each other. We gotta work together and we gotta support each other, protect each other.

Now me, I work in communications despite not knowing a damn thing about it, and I moonlight as a flight operator, seeing as Hotspur had the decency to show me how to handle the shuttles here before he died. We still need to fix up more of them, so consider this a call out to you engineer types. Need a hobby, something to do in your off time? Well we need your know-how getting these things flight-ready.

Some of you are gonna feel lost. This isn't a city, it's a ship; it runs by ship's rules, ship's laws, and the most important thing to remember when you're at sea is that the ship itself is what is keeping you alive. Outside of these walls there's a vaccuum just waiting to suck you all out and explode your heads, and while a case of cabin fever is expected, if you let it get out of hand you endanger all of us. Don't go to the war with the goddamn ship, got it? In the Navy you'd be taken off duty and tranquilized for pulling that kind of crap.

I'm guessing some of you don't think you can be of any use around here cause you've not fallen outta some cable network Sci-Fi. Maybe you're just a teenager, and all this 'war' talk and hacking stuff sounds like fun, but if you want to get involved in the crew, if you wanna really help out, then you should get involved, maybe take a crash course in one of the professions we got on board. We've got a handful of doctors and next to no nursing staff, a security team that's full of detectives who only really care when you're already dead, a garden which could be expected to provide both food and medicine for us for a while yet, but which we're having trouble finding green fingers to tend, next to no flight officers--the list goes on.

I know what you're thinking: what can I do; I haven't even graduated high school, I can't fly a shuttle, wrap a chemical burn, fix a computer.  But there's already people younger and more inexperienced than you doing just that, and if you don't give it a shot then you can expect only one thing for sure--that the opposite wall from your bunk is gonna get pretty boring real fast.

I'm looking for senior staff, experienced crew members who're willing to open themselves up to a group of apprentices each month, give them a crash course in whatever, expand on their natural skills. There's no reward, short of the chance to fill in where your own sections of the ship are short handed, just like I can't offer any of the students any advantage to taking a post short of the opportunity to learn new skills and not get bored senseless. Fact remains that we need this just to survive, nevermind find a way home, and I want to encourage all of you to give it a shot.

So here's how it's gonna work; this post is just to get people talking and try and work out how many people are interested and what sorta placements there's gonna be available. Try and think about whether you have the time to train someone in your field, and what number of students you can stand to take. Soon as we straighten things out, I'll make another post to get everyone reporting to the right places. Simple right? That's the plan, anyway.

Ah, and one more thing before I sign off. Chapel's open to all faiths tomorrow morning in the oxygen garden, same as it is every Sunday at 10am. Anyone is welcome to attend.

[ OOC: No logs go up for the chapel, but tomorrow there will be some brief words said about those lost during the last Jump, and Nathan might even try to be nice about Isaac. You're welcome to assume your character attends this Sunday as any other. ]

[After finding herself still here now almost a week hence, Anna decides it is time to stop lingering about in hope she'll pop back out.

Thankfully clean now, she is silent for a moment as if she is deciding what to say...but in truth the more astute will note it is the exact opposite. She is just impossibly tired.]

My name is Anna.

[Simple enough for now.]

I see no need to hide it, so I will speak freely. I am an Angel of the Lord and I am tasked with continuing to serve a-- penance. As such I have had experience in both military and law enforcement, but I find myself wanting different employment.

[Another long pause. Again it is not for lack of words however as she rallies herself, putting away exhaustion and sitting straighter.]

Hire me and I'll protect you. Keep you alive. Murderers and those of any other unsavory backgrounds need not apply. And to make it clear, this is temporary. If I decide at any time you were dishonest or are heading down such a path I will nullify our agreement.

[Heaven's guardian for hire. That wasn't exactly something they taught in Sunday school.]

Penances don't get served acting as a hired gun. So do not consider me such. But what I do do, I am very effective at. If you are interested, do contact me and we will discuss any particulars.

[The feed cuts promptly.]

[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

( [video | 100% encryption | locked to mouse, jesse, nikolai, NOT LOKI >:P] )

[ This time, Erik chooses to don the helmet, which he hasn't worn since his first few weeks aboard the Tranquility, preferring to leave it at his side while his paranoia was temporarily allayed. Unfortunately, those particular events seemed to have flared up his need to renew his helmet use, more so thanks to a series of seemingly unrelated events, starting with Edgeworth's survey, and rounding it out with Tony's latest post. It's not a particular frightening stance, given that Erik is still brooding around in one of the libraries where he's making this broadcast, pacing back and forth as he considers the next move to make, hands behind his back. ]

There's been enough announcements over threats and supposed attempts at cooperation. While I find flaws to that philosophy, [ Sorry, Charles. ] it seems no matter what, we will constantly be tested while we're imprisoned.

[ Because as comforting as the quarters and the kitchens can be, Erik's near constant restlessness brought back distinct memories of a prison, one he was never inclined to ignore. ]

There's already been another death, and it goes without saying, some sort of unity is preferred. However, holding hands gets one nowhere. [ Sorry, Eridan. ] Cooperation is one thing, but a more active stance is necessary to prevent any further casualties or threats.

[ Erik pauses in midstep for a moment, turning his attention back to the camera. ]

Sitting passively by solves nothing. Actions are needed. The best defense here is in the form of an even better offense.

We can't escape one by one; but we can as a whole. I'll extend my hand as an offer of preparation. We need to be prepared; we need to be ready. [ Pause for dramatic effect. ] The question is, are you?

( Filtered; Resnik & Ward | Encrypted, 90% )

( Filtered; CR AU Charles | Encrypted, 90% )

[ The video is switched on, yeah, but there's complete darkness right now on the screen. Silence too, except- the scrape of something like wood against steel floors.

Then a click. Smokers, you should know this sound. A lighter. Then there's the crackle of burning paper. An exhale.

When the voice finally comes, it's dry, more than a little taunting, and very, very Russian. ]

Looked through this. [ A tap on the side of the comm. ] Think I've got list now.

Idiots. [ Tap. ] Show-offs. [ Tap. ] Strange fuckers from past. [ Tap. ] People making PSAs. [ Tap. ] Corpses. [ Tap. ]

Thought space would be more interesting. Looks like people never change. Still can bleed. [ Completely, utterly casual. ]

[ Another soft click. He tips the comm over. There's just a glance of his right hand, with the Russian north inked to the back. Then he switches hand, smoke trailing over his fingers- but it doesn't obscure the symbol of St. Petersburg on his fourth finger or the three dots below the thumb. Or the other two symbols on his forefinger and pinkie. He lets the camera linger slowly on the tattoos before he reaches out with the St. Petersburg finger and tips the camera further up.

If there's anyone who looks less like Aragorn when he has the same face, it's this man. ]

Anyone else on this ship? [ Beat, and he smiles. With teeth. ] Not me. [ Oh yes, he knows he's showing off. ]

[ The video snaps on to a blur and a big hand holding it out at arm's length, and at the end of that arm is one John Casey with a certain ship's geek - Chuck Bartowski - headlocked under the other. He finds something to put the viewer on so that he can draw his gun - a silver on black SIG Sauer P226 - out of its holster, placing it against Chuck's neck, and growls under his breath at him. ]

Stop squirming so much, Bartowski, otherwise I really will end up shooting you, and it's no fun if I do it accidentally.

[ Chuck had never liked being held at gunpoint, but it's not as if this was the first time this had ever happened over the years, which was only one reason why he looked so calm about this. The only thing that made it any different than usual was being put on film while doing so and Chuck elbowed at the other man, squirming anyway. ]

Look, Casey, I really think there are better ways to deal with this than threatening to kill me, and it's not even gonna get you out of here. Now if you would just put the gun down…

[ A fierce grunt of disgust cut Chuck off mid-sentence, Casey narrowing his eyes at his friend, only to turn that same withering look on the camera. ]

I'll put the gun down when I'm good and ready. Listen up, whoever you are; I don't care if you're aliens or Communists, but I suggest you find a way to get me back to Burbank, otherwise I can't be held responsible for what I might do. [ And he might just be squeezing Chuck's neck a little bit harder between his forearm and bicep to illustrate his point. In response, Chuck makes a wheezing sort of noise, stopping his shoving at Casey so he doesn't end up turning blue before too long. ]

Nobody has to worry about Casey, he's not actually gonna hurt me, I promise. He's a friend from back home, he's just a little trigger happy, you can ignore him. Right now, I mean. Not any other time. [ a beat ] You really might not want to ignore him any other time.

[ This time Casey reaches out his gun hand to take the device back, and as it spins before it goes off his voice is audible over the feed; a deep gutteral growl: ]

Idiot, Bartowski, now we have to start over, and maybe this time I will shoot you just to prove I mean it. How do you record over-- [ The feed cuts.]