[there's the familiar face of Jim Kirk, and judging from his expression, you can expect this isn't going to be a fun broadcast. next to him is Tyke, who is leaning back in her seat, Jim seated in the middle and Spock standing on his right, hands at parade rest and as unflappable as ever.]

Passengers, this is Jim Kirk, if I could have your attention for a moment.

As everyone knows, we've got people lost in the ship. Petrelli has already asked everyone not to use the lifts and I'm going to repeat that caution. We believe something is malfunctioning and the lifts are sending people to the wrong floor. Judging by the faulty messages we've been getting, we can guess that it's somewhere deep in the ship. Communications is currently working on clearing that up.

Right now I need able-bodied personnel to report to the Gunnery via the stairs. We're going to be working with Security to put teams together. While we don't want anyone else getting lost, we've got people out there who weren't prepared for it. That means they need food and water and probably weapons.

[ spock doesn't step any further into the feed, but he does pull a series of data padds from seemingly nowhere. his gaze doesn't lift from the bundle as he speaks. ] The gunnery department is able to supply a number of projectile based weapons as well as several dozen phasers for those willing and capable of utilizing them. Medical is standing by to receive members of each party and equip them with first aid kits.

[ it isn't an afterthought, but there's something about the way he finally looks at the screen that still says illogical humans. ]

Despite individual concerns for the well-being of friends, family, and your fellow passengers, I do not believe it unreasonable to remind you that this is an emergency alert. Personal feelings aside, we are meant to aid others, and cannot be expected to do so if we do not also ensure our own safety.

[It's at that point that Tyke finally leans forward, but it's clear in her expression and tone that she doesn't want to be talking any more than she has to, barely covered-over frustration and agitation.]

Respond to this if you can see it and you're currently in a known location, even if you're not gonna be involved in running supplies. We need to figure some working idea of how many are lost and how many are safe.


[ooc: kirk, spock & tyke. here is a OOC post for coordination if you guys need it! if you're renting a weapon, check that post out please! also feel free to action it up in this post/talk amoungst yourselves etc]

[ Someone has to make the stupid post, so Moran has taken it upon himself. He's just as lost as the rest of them, but he doesn't have anything important to say or any complaints to make. Really, even with the garbling: ]

Apparently, the l▒▒t's given out. Pulled its share of the portly and the overw▒▒▒▒t and finally decided it's had enough, I sup▒▒▒.

To the crew member who chose to skip out on his job of check▒▒▒ the hydraulics, no hard feelings, chu▒. I'm having a grand time wandering 'round ▒▒▒▒ here.

[ Wichita is not. a happy. camper. and it's very obvious by her tone, the fact that this is a voice transmission instead of a video and the fact that she hasn't left the bar since she got there earlier today.

in fact, a note to all you Space Babylon regulars, the doors to the bar have been locked ( by her ) and there's no music coming from inside it either. just normal, boring silence. on the transmission, you can probably hear the slosh of booze inside of a near empty bottle ( it was nearly empty when she got here, mind. some of the bottles stopped refilling themselves each jump. isn't that great? ) and the smack of her lips once she finishes her sip before she starts talking ]

To everyone that was fr- that knew Brian Kinney, crew member 006 » 033, I've got some bad news. Or good news, if you're an optimist, which I'm not. He went home last jump. Went to sleep here, woke up not-here.

Which I guess puts me in charge of the bar.

[ hence the doors being locked and the general 'fuck off' vibe of the place ]

Are there any bartenders on board that wouldn't mind working for free? 'Work' is a loose term, I mostly just sit around drinking with people whenever I'm here. Or if anybody wants to.. be here regularly and help make sure it doesn't turn into a crapfest, let me know. Assholes need not apply. [ because nobody will ever be a better asshole than Brian. ..wait, ew. she takes another sip, and only cuts herself off when she hears the tell-tale 'whoa whoa whoa!' of her mini Wall-E bumping into something in the near-dark. ]

Did your light go out again, bud? [ the one she fashioned onto his front in case the power went ut again. or, in the case, when Wichita decides she can't deal with colored strobe lights guiding the little cleaning bot's path ] Here, c'mere- [ aaaand the feed cuts ]

[It's short and simple.]

I know all of us here have lost at least one person on this ship. So let me ask you...

When did you start feeling like you're always the one left behind?

[ 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.

Back home, I told someone that we're all going to Hell and that we might as well enjoy the ride. It made me think about a few things.

[There's the sound of a drink being poured. God only knew how many she had already but her words are a little slurred.]

Anyone who thinks that being here will end up with anything good in the end is deluded. People have died, others gone missing in the depths of this hellhole and came out a few pennies short of a pound afterwards.

[A pause follows while she sips from her glass.]

You'll either die on board or go crazy. There's nothing in-between.

Make the most of the time you have here. Get pissed, have sex, get high if you're into that sort of thing. Gorge yourself stupid. Whatever gets your rocks off.

More importantly? Enjoy it.

[The feed ends there.]

[ Hello network, this would be the first time you've seen Annabeth wide-spread, but she figured hanging around for two months was enough of a 'grace period' before she could show her face.

So here she is. Kind of tired, kind of going a little crazy. That's what you get for having demi-god ADHD powers and very little to expend your energy on. ]

I spoke with someone about this before, but I was curious- [ Her voice is fairly steady, maybe a little more serious sounding than she means it to. ] Since there are people from so many different universes and worlds, I was wondering. Do you have your own versions of...gods, I guess?

I'm not speaking religiously. Not necessarily. Mostly I mean beings of power. Greater powers than you'd have normally populating the world. Back home, we had...stories. Of Greek and Roman Gods. There were others, too, but those tended to take precedence in my life. [ Understatement? I'd say so. ] I'm just curious if there were any other variations out there. What they could do, whether or not they did it in the first place...

[ Annabeth trails off, her eyes drifting off to the side for less than a moment before they're back again, renewed with a sense of purpose. ]

I'd also like to speak with anyone on board who used to be these...beings. I don't want to call them gods, because that might mean something else in other places, but I'd like to know if you're here, and what possible changes have occurred since coming on board. It'd be appreciated.

[ And then she nods, having made her point, and shuts off the feed. ]

Hello people of Tranquility!!!

First, let me just express my gratitude for the daring rescue y'all executed. That's right. I'm gonna get all mushy here. Brace yourself, it doesn't happen often. I mean, things weren't looking too good back where I came from. I was about to kick it- buy that crappy 'ol farm those people tell you about. Not only did ya take care of all of my injuries, but I got what y'all call a "second chance".

Sure, life's not going to be the same, but I'm a real go-getter. It took me a couple days to actually realize what happened, but that metaphorical fog's lifted. Going to get back on that horse, even if it isn't diamond encrusted like my last one. Sure, still sucks that I won't ever get revenge on those psychopaths that killed my daughter and basically ruined everything I worked for... but I'm alive, aren't I?

See? You know what we got there? That cute, itty bitty little thing? That's a silver lining, kiddos.

Now the question here is.... what to do with this second chance. What to do, what to do....

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?

going down.

the truth is somewhere. written on the walls.

[THE CAKE IS A LIE THE CAKE IS A LIE THE CAKE IS A LIE aka Chell's being stupidly cryptic and will be wandering the depths of the ship.

HOLES DON'T SCARE HER.]

[she's small, and she's weak, and she couldn't have done anything to help the dead people even if she knew them. she can't join a security patrol or go scouting or make a helpful PSA to the network; pretty much all Hana can do is stay out of the way, hide in her room, stick her communicator under her mattress, and use the other bed to barricade the door. and she does exactly that for a good six hours! but after that, when sleep fails her and her thoughts are her only real company, after she's fished out her comm again and looked at all the things people are saying, she knows she also can't just sit by and do nothing.

when people are consumed by grief, they often forget to consume anything else -- she remembers what happened with Michiko in San Paraiso -- and even though she doesn't really know any of these people like she knew Michiko, that's not right. she can't help them or comfort them, but she can at least do one thing for the rest of the people on the Tranquility, while it really hurts. she can cook her feelings, and she can feed and nourish the everliving shit out of them.

and all of that unnecessary smalltext buildup explains how, around a day later, she ends up making a PSA anyway! Hana figures that if she does voice or video, there will always be that one person who chooses to focus on her age; instead of doing the sane thing and taking 30 seconds to make this post she hunt-and-pecks her way through a torturous 10-minute text message, then spends an additional five minutes scrutinizing it for spelling and grammar errors in the erroneous belief that this will make her appear more mature.]

Attention please! I want to say something.

Everyone keeps saying "it's dangerous, it's dangerous" and talking about what to do but you can't just do that alone.If you forget to eat something you won't be strong for all the things you keep talking about. So even if it's so dangerous you still need to eat, because if you do not take care of yourself that's also dangerous! Since you are busy [and grieving, and scared, and angry] and probably do not have time to think about all of it I cooked for you. There is lot and it is in the kitchen on floor 14. Anyone can come and eat. Even if you're not busy you should come, that is ok too. Because this is important and nobody else should get hurt.

If you are doing to much to come someone else can bring you the food. Or I can do it. If you can't eat it I can make another thing for you. I will take recipe's too. Thank you very much.

[ good evening tranquility ( or maybe it's daytime, hard to really tell on this ship especially with everything that's happened within the past two days ) you are being greeted by a tony stark in his natural habitat, also known as one of the actual science labs and not one of his fun little makeshift labs on the first floor. it looks like he's actually doing something ( spoilers: not exactly ) but everyone really believes people better when they're working first. at least when they're tony stark. in any case he puts down what he's working on ( which is actually just a buttload of calculations ) and finally actually speaks, exhaling heavily. ]

Good evening Tranquility, at least I'm pretty sure it is, I haven't actually checked, if it's not, replace that with whatever time of day it is. I felt like we needed a Hitchcock flair after the events of oh, what last two months? I'm saying hi from the science not going to tell you all which one because I don't feel like listening to all of you storming the gates. Could have just done this from one of my labs on the first floor, but then I'd definitely have to tell you where those are. And I don't feel like it personally. By the way, not actually going to ever give those up, so if we're consolidating floors, personally vote the fourth floor, so many open rooms up there.

Generous, Tony. Are you-- you're posting? [ and this would be jenna wandering onto camera, carrying a plate in her hand, clearly bringing lunch to tony and prepared to stay and make sure he eats. stefan follows behind her, just nearly out of frame, flashing bits and pieces.

follows like a broody, spiky puppy. kind of. he's fixed his hair, it's very suave. ] Hang on.

[ and she ducks out of frame again. ] Stefan, this is my friend Tony-- not a pirate. Tony, Stefan-- you guys have a lot in common.

[ like being alkies. MASSIVE ALKIES is the subtext here. ] And you guys shake hands or something and I will... not be fixing my hair, because I'm not vain. Tony, you were pretending you speak for the whole first floor?

[ and the whole network gets to see that awkward moment where no one knows if they're shaking hands or not. stefan ends up nodding pleasantly, shuffling a little to the side like he wants to be out of the way. you kids and your newfangled posts. ]

[ ...right yes the— handshake. how about no. because no. so nod back because jenna what does that mean. MOVING ON! MAYBE. KIND OF. ]

I was. Look, a fair amount of those rooms were claimed by me and have my shit in them. So, I can speak for my room. There's like twenty rooms occupied there by us and there's single digits on the fourth floor. it's the logical place if you're going to move us all. Besides, I know someone kept her room and yet is still living in sin in another. Just saying. [ tony that's mean stop that. ] And yes, to the posting. I have another PSA because I'm apparently learning how to be really responsible like that. It's weird.

You're calling dibs. [ comes the quiet, off-camera contribution from stefan, accompanied by the clink of glass against glass. ]

...Traitors. "Dibs". [ hair successfully fixed, jenna steps back into frame. ] As I'm sure Tony meant to say, the first floor has open rooms and if everyone can get along and agree and you don't mind an unreliable lock, dinner is every night.

Okay, pitch done. Continue with the science and telling us all we're doomed. [ it would sound waspish except for how it's clearly an old enough joke 'lol tony you keep fucking it all up' is affectionate. somehow. ]

--oh! No, no, I lied. I would have announced this last month, but-- you know. No Network. I found a therapy department, so... if you don't mind a grad student who you might see at the bar sometime, please come in.

We've got every pillow ever, so you don't even have to talk to me if that's not something you feel comfortable with. Come... I don't know. Beat walls with soft things, it's a very legitimate therapy technique. Anyway: we're open for business, and if I'm not there contact me for an actual appointment at 001 » 016. And related, I'm Jenna. Okay, now you can hit the doom and science.

[ ha ha ha jenna if only this doom wasn't actually doom. for once, tony is maybe going to scare the shit out of everyone with just cause this time. even if maybe you know, black holes aren't exactly his area of expertise. ]

Jenna is lying and don't believe her except for dinner and therapy. [ oh right original reason for posting. ] So we had two deaths in two days, Chase's is incredibly sad and I miss her too, but, the last death, you know the big thing of rocks—

Shale-- [ that would be jenna. ]

—Right, Shale, tumbled down a hole and promptly died. Pretty sure it wasn't capable of dying unless something was say— oh I don't know, something that could destroy matter.

Large, killer black holes. [ stefan still not on camera, but his tone is serious. ]

Broody got it in one. For those of you who are new, once upon a time like jump, six or five or some number we all caught a weird plague that someone I know affectionately calls “dying of blue” and some of us had to go on a wild adventure for a cure that involved a maze with black holes. I know how that sounds and some of you more science savvy people are going to point out that you can't have a black hole let alone several on a ship like this without all of us dying. [ a beat. ] Yeah, usually I'd agree, but whatever killed Shale—

...question. [ that would be jenna, again, actually raising her hand for some reason. ] Okay, you can go back to the monologue but why can't black holes exist in a ship? Just... actually curious.

[ sigh! jenna no, stop interrupting him. ] In simple terms? The entire ship would be pulled into the hole and promptly be smashed into tiny pieces and cease to exist. As I was saying, normally I'd agree, but I've seen it before and nothing else could conceivably kill what was, basically rocks. The maze was from what I remember, not exactly close enough to have us communicate with the network.

Shale was able to broadcast falling down the hole. I'm not entirely sure where that hole is, but, while the hybrid hell monsters are bad. We've got a just slightly bigger problem, if we've got a black hole within broadcasting range. One that seems to kind of defy the laws of normal black holes.

[ when tony takes a breath, jenna moves in. ] It means, in not technical talk: bad things were far out, and now they're closer in. Things always moved in the ship, but this is-- new. New and bad. So if Tony doesn't mind me taking over this PSA-- be careful. Don't be stupid and I don't mean don't do anything, before someone yells about action being needed; I agree. [ jenna's not smiling, her expression earnest but not quite grim. urging.

(hypocrite.) ]

But two members of our group are dead, in two days. That's not okay, and not wandering off alone? That's a good start to stopping this.

[ tony looks like he's going to say something but then he stops instead choosing to just point to his eye that is currently glowing blue through a hole much like a pupil in a normal eye. this is what happens when you do stupid shit like go outside of the normal areas. you go crazy. or you lose an eye. or something like that. ]


[ ooc | in order the fonts are as followed: jenna, stefan, tony. ]

[Luke closes a green leather bound book before he brings his full attention to the screen. His hair is a little disheveled and the slight grin on his face looks a little sinister. Though that could be the effect of the lighting and the scar on the right side of his face.]

So I've gotten my hands on five swords. Four are celestial bronze which means they won't harm humans. Perfect for training. So if anyone is interested in learning how to sword fight just contact me. Either here or send me a private message.

And for those of you who already know how to sword fight, anyone up for some practice? I'm a little rusty and I could use a challenge. This is open to anyone and everyone.

For those of you who don't know me I'm Luke Castellan. Son of Hermes and head former counselor of cabin twelve at Camp Half-Blood. [What was the use in not introducing himself? They were all stuck on board. Besides he needs his own crew. Not just Percy's gang of misfits.]

Can't wait to hear from the those of you who are interested.

[ ah, the Network. weirdly, Wichita missed it. probably because she hates when things are too quiet, and the sound of static really just reminds her of the movie The Poltergeist ( which, she doesn't care who you are, that movie was freaking horrifying ) so. yeah. she missed this bit of normalcy that she'd gotten used to since she arrived here on the ship. and oh yeah, its been a year. a year. that's way longer than- well, it's too long. but anyway, she's in a good mood, oh yes, for the first time in say.. oh.. a month, ish, she's in a genuinely good mood. why? oh, no reason. also, just ignore that curly-haired guy sitting on the bed behind her. dumdedum. ]

I'm not sure how I feel about these messages of mine becoming a regular thing, but considering the last month? Whatever. Basically - the bar's up in full swing, as always, except Brian's back in action so prepare yourselves for the same verbal assault you've all come to know and love when enjoying a drink there. [ why does she sound so fond of that concept ] Since we've got some new faces, I figure I might ask - anybody got an iPod they wouldn't mind loaning to the bar sometimes? Not for nothing, but I feel bad borrowing Jenna's every day, and I can't handle listening to the same ten 90s dance jams CDs that we got in there. So. iPod! Lend them out for the common good, please. But only if you've got good taste in music.

[ and with that, she clicks her tongue, gives a mock salute, and ends the open feed]

--

[ TEAM JAILBAIT ENCRYPTION: 90% ]
Alright, after this last jump pod fiasco, I'm done with waiting around. If you can read this, it means you're into the idea of meeting up to talk about the stuff that goes on here, and teaming up if the situation calls for it. It means you're done waiting around for the "guys in charge" to let us know what's up when they think we can handle it. I know Hayley's been seeking people out - good. I've given the encryption to a few people myself, just 'cause I know you all weren't around when we got hit with the smurf plague. That's what kinda started all this. And it doesn't matter if you weren't here for it, we still want to, uh. Team up and stay safe.

This ship is full of people that will stab you in the back if it means getting out ahead, and that means we need to know we can trust each other to watch out for each other. [ was that redundant? it was redundant. whatever. she's not a public speaker, get off her ass. also yeah, she realizes that anybody that ran into her while she was wearing her mask will realize she pretty much just described her old self to a T, but she won't bring up the irony of it. ] I think the best way to figure out where we all stand and what we're willing to do, is to meet up. Talk it out. Let's put it all out there so we know who we've got, what we can do, and how we can use it to our advantage.

If that... sounds like something you're into, I'm calling a meeting, officially. Three hours from now, in the Rec Room on the 20th floor. For the new people, there's lits that'll bring you straight up, no problem. And you've probably heard by now that wandering the halls alone is unsafe, so grab someone to head up there with you, but for the most part, the passenger halls are fine. ..Just watch out if you see a turkey wandering around, she's an asshole. ... Right.

Oh, and keep this to yourselves, yeah? If we're gonna be pooling information, I want it to stay between us. Kinda defeats the purpose if we've got people breathing down our necks, yeah?

See you soon.


[ ooc: want your "kid" in on this? see this ooc post, please! ]

[ a lone figure stands in the Oxygen Gardens (one of the higher floors) surrounded by trees that shadow and shield him as much as holding his back to the camera does. his celestial bronze sword is out and every time his wrist moves, his feet shuffle or the wind sways him, the blade glints. he's wearing cargo shorts and a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, though his dark hoody blots out the bright orange. his voice (when he speaks) isn't louder than it needs to be, no more than his sneaker cracking twigs. ] A long time ago, I believed the gods had everything figured out.

They had misguided intentions because they couldn't directly interfere but they were trying; to be better, to do better than before. [ his head drops, heavy on his neck and his shoulders. ] But what's the point in being able to predict the future if you keep repeating the same mistakes? If you're so detached from the world that you can't be involved in it, that you can't stop a blade of grass from dying, let alone a person? What's the point of living forever [ he lowers his sword, sinks the tip into earth, glares down at it like it's the root of his problems ] if the only thing you're going to do - if the only thing you can do - is pat someone on the shoulder and shove them into harm's way, time and time again, to do your dirty work?

[ he's not drunk; he doesn't drink. but what he's saying, the conclusions he's uttering are almost out of his control, gone before he can pull them back. they're everything he's ever thought but never intended to say out loud, where he can't pretend it doesn't bother him, that it doesn't keep him awake at night. ] If your only purpose is to safeguard your family but you can't even do that right, what's the point?

[ Anaklusmos shreds grass when he rips it from the ground and he turns, looks into the camera and in the little burrowed patch that's half branch overhang but with a large enough field for one or two people to train in, it's dark enough to obscure his face but light enough to play tricks. is there- is that armor on his face . . . or? (or is he like so many others lately, fallen prey to a mask?) it doesn't matter because the feed times out when he adjusts his sword arm (rolls out an ache in his shoulder) prepared to swing at a dummy that's certainly seen better days, considering it's slanting off a pole, splitting on one side, half an arm missing and it looks suspiciously like its head (compiled of sheets and other miscellaneous gathered goods) is about to fall off. ]

[Tate's walking down the hall, his communicator at his side. the video is on, so it flashes as he walks: the wall, his leg, the wall, his leg. it's dark, wherever he is. darker than the halls of the Passenger Quarters, lacking the glow of Engineering or the Shuttle Bay.]

It's like we've come to a new stage of our relationship, now we're talking. [it's as though he's been holding a conversation with someone and the comm started in the middle of it] But you know, I think that guy, you know the one, he needs something more poetic, like: There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast... Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! ... You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you?

[he stops, for a second, and from the lowered angle you can see his other hand. his fingers drum against his leg, like he's anxious. blunted, bitten nails digging into the fabric of his jeans.]

You aren't afraid are you?

[he's walking again]

By the way, sorry about Hayden. She's kind of a bitch when she doesn't get laid, and I mean, you know how people can get on this ship. But next month is New Years, right? I think Hayley missed that. It should be one hell of a party. It's been two years since the first jump showed up. Not everyone has something back home, you know? Maybe some of you have crap to go back to, bullshit families and wives and kids. Jobs, like your lives even matter. But maybe this place isn't so bad. [his voice lowers, not quiet, just deeper:] Can't say this ship never gave you anything.

[then he stops again, all at once. it's darker than it was a second ago, like maybe he's standing beneath an awning. there's no movement for about five minutes, you can't even hear Tate breathing, and right before the video winks off he says:]

What's for dinner?

-Oh no.

[The video is washed out, too bright underneath the generic lighting of the even more generic passenger's quarters. Merlin's face slowly eclipses it, eyes wide and a little concerned. With a little trial and error, he's managed to master the device's functions faster than a medieval boy probably has a right to. But technology hasn't come up with an answer for clumsiness. Yet.]

All right?

[Merlin picks the communicator up, sighing in relief before he starts to grin.]

Are we really up there? Up in the stars, I mean. I know everyone keeps saying it, it's just hard to imagine. To think that a servant could be among the stars. I really used to look up to them.

[Merlin presses his lips together, quite possibly the only person amused by that. Arthur's always told him that he shouldn't try to be funny. This would be why.]

Has anyone ever been up here before? Do you think if we stepped outside the ship, it would be like falling out of a tree? Except that there are no trees in space, because there isn't any dirt.

Which makes me wonder...where do we get the apples?

[Merlin finally has the decency to look sheepish about his ramblings and odd questions.]

Sorry. And I've already heard about there being no air and space radiation, so I won't actually be trying to get out there. My guardian just always wanted me to take more of an interest in science. I guess this was one way of doing it.

[Merlin glances off-screen, and there's a hesitance with his last question that the others was lacking.]

Uhm, it is science, isn't it? And not magic?

[Luke comes on screen. He looks a bit tired but hey that's nothing new, right? There are circles under his eyes. But he still has a slight smile on his lips even with his scar he looks friendly.]

So back at home I used to train campers how to sword fight. I was wondering if there was something I could do here. I've been getting bored again on this ship and me and boredom don't get a long too well. [Mainly because thinking leads to bad things.]

I was wondering if there was an armory? Or something where I can train or help others be trained. I know there is gym that I'm thinking of checking out but.. I would really like to work on my swordsmanship.

Locked to Percy.

Hey.. I don't know where we stand on terms of friendship but I, uh, need you to help me with something. [He brings up his mask.] I haven't put it on. [he shakes his head.] I wanted to know if maybe you'd take it for me. Hide or lock it up. I can't destroy it and I don't like the way it makes me feel.

If you can't I'll understand. /Lock.

[ there's the sound of a direwolf howling, unapologetic in his grief, and even the soft hushing murmur that comes after doesn't quite temper it, only reduces it to a low keening whine. there's a pause that stretches, and robb clears his throat more than once, trying to find the words. when he does speak he sounds tired, anger burning slow and hot under exhaustion but finally, finally, he speaks. ]

The lady Sansa Stark, who many called Alayne Stone, has gone.

[ there's a breath, as if robb means to say more, but instead he simply cuts the feed. ]

My name is Mattie Ross. I have discovered that there are quite a number of children here, and many do not seem to have parents or families to see to their proper education. So beginning this week, I am inviting any children who would like to join me to attend religious service on Sunday - Seventh Day - morning before the regular service, and on Third Day evening as well. We will meet in the Oxygen Gardens, and Third Day meeting will be followed by lessons in reading, arithmetic, and common skills. I will teach hymns and psalms to anyone who wishes to learn.

I think we shall tell stories as well.

Please bring books if you have them.

Bran Stark, I hope you will come as we discussed and share your hymns and stories as well.


[OOC: Children's Chapel is open to all the under 18 crowd. Feel free to handwave attending, and if you want an actual log at any time, give me a shout and I'll happily put one up.]