Is anybody here a fan of Poe? I got this in my locker last jump:

[There's the sound of a paper rustling. Firo clears his throat.]

"Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy..."

[He continues to read, impatiently speeding up at the end so the lines of the last stanza run together.]

To be honest, I never really got the end back when my friend used to read it. But it’s creepy, isn’t it? Really suits this place.

What I'm wonderin' about is if it's supposed to be some sortta threat or message. 'Cause just comin' out and sayin' it would be too easy, right?

[It seems ridiculous that she'd want to have something be on video when she looks the way she does, but so it goes. As it stands, you're greeted at an unusually early hour by a woman with mussed hair all wrapped up in her blanket with red eyes and a frown. She speaks shakily, obviously a bit bothered by whatever is going on.

And oddly enough, it has nothing to do with the strange occurrences going on on the ship. No, it's a more mundane thing.]

I shouldn't have the capacity for that, but... I think I had a dream. Not a good one. I woke up like this and my pillow was wet and my chest hurt and I'm completely disturbed right now.

This isn't supposed to happen. A moment used to feel like an eternity to me, but now I sleep and everything goes by so quickly. This time it was terrible. I feel terrible.

[She's all alone, and she hates being alone. She's used to a million people needing her every day.

Pathetically:]

Help.

[Click. Oh, look. Some of you might recognize this face, even if it's on the wrong person. But never mind that Irene, Poppy has decided long ago that she's little more than an impostor.]

Right. Good evening, passengers. My name is Poppy Chadwick - I'm a reporter of sorts back home, and there's a question I'd like to ask you all so I can get a little more familiarized with the nature of our current... crew.

[The pause is deliberate, but not exactly suspenseful.]

Where I come from - I don't mean just London, I mean my world - there exist several humans who were born with super powers, most of which serve the community as superheroes. [Poppy is one of them! But she isn't going to spoil that for you yet. There's an issue called secret identity, and she's trying to figure out how she's going to work around that, if at all.] Is there such a thing where you come from? It's hard to imagine a world without them, but I've come across several kinds of people I wouldn't have imagined having in it, either, so. There we have it.

I thank you for your time in advance.