Entries tagged with ratchet

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001 ➺ ( accidental ) text

[ this is unusual at best, but john watson is the adapting sort. he has to when his best friend (arguably. loathing as he would be to admit it) is sherlock holmes. this is simply part and par for the course. for the most part, he has kept a low profile, asking questions to find out pertinent information. and even figured out how to use this little device. sort of. it's like a handheld typewriter. fascinating.

except he doesn't know it broadcasts out to everyone. w h o o p s. ]

The imagination is a powerful tool. Except I cannot help but wonder if this is less imagination and more hallucination. Last I remember, I was at home in the study and the next moment--as if reality itself had shifted--I was covered in an unidentifiable substance. Blue in color, nearly gelatinous in texture but washed away cleanly in the showers. No visible harm, no internal damage from what I can assess. Curious, really. From what I have gathered this is a ship in space. Seems highly far fetched to me. How is a ship able to move through air and no water? Something does not ring right about this place, as if a mystery is unfolding down each strangely dark corridor. Even some odd demon-like possessions as it were. Surely a place worthy to keep Holmes busy for at least a week.

[ on the other end of the device—and he'd INHERENTLY disagree if anyone saw. but there's almost a nostalgic sort of smile that passes over his lips. but then it's gone nearly as quickly as it came. ]

Too bad you have to miss this, old chap.

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Oh look who returned [Video]

[have one very ruffled and dirty looking Ratchet. He's managed to find his way back to the occupied areas]

Question. What did I miss while I was on a very refreshing walk? [oh so dry and sarcastic]

Watson, I hope there was not too much trouble in the medbay while I was absent?

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( 02 ) video ♧ life's a game but it's not fair i break the rules so i don't care

[ along with his map, neal's been working on a calendar of sorts. it's not an exact science, but long practice (and prison) taught him to count the hours accurately. giving some wiggle room for longer days in space-- who knows? it could happen-- he's almost sure there's just a week to put an idea he's been sitting on since the first jump into motion.

but: first things first. he flips on his device, brushing some hair out of his eyes. it's nearly time for a cut-- while being kidnapped into space can excuse a little less than his usual crisp suits everyday, it's no reason to let everything go.

that, and asking for help sets the kind of conversational tone neal likes. everyone likes being able to help, or be owed, or simply know more than someone else. (it's a habit.) ]

Does anyone have any experience cutting hair, by any chance? I'd like to get this-- [ he brushes at the bangs in his eyes, again ] out of my way before we face the next round of seven minutes in blue goo heaven.

...Speaking of that. [ neal leans into the camera just a bit, angling his face to hit the light right. ] If I'm counting right, we have about a week to prepare for it. Is anyone else up for a sleepover? Maybe in one of the common rooms.

[ because maybe, just maybe someone will stay awake long enough to know what the fuck's happening. ] Strength in numbers, and all that.

( text | mildly shielded, enough to catch attention but not to be terribly difficult to break through | addressed to victor lustig )

( ooc | OKAY SO. victor lustig is a famous con artist, known as "the man who sold the eiffel tower". to the cipher neal's using the vigenére cipher. the passphrase is sailing, a reference to lustig's start running jobs on the steamers travelling between paris and nyc. if your character would notice the cipher and know enough about the history of con artists to put together the cipher-- or if they're some kind of coded message/math genius-- go for it, but neal's purpose is fishing for other people in the game.

also here is a quick online translator for the cipher, if your character would reply in kind! )

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[Video]

Good morning, Tranquility.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Doctor John Watson. I, along with a handful of others, represent your medical staff.

Everyone's aware that there's been a recent incident due to the, ehm, machinations of a passenger trying to seize control of the ship.

[ There's a brief tightening of his lips, but he continues on. ]

There were quite a few serious injuries, but I'm happy to assure you that no casualties have occurred.

However, I do feel the need to tell you that we have a problem here in the medbay.

The passenger in question was a non-human individual, and as such had some special needs to be fulfilled. However, we did not have these things on file because the patient didn't feel they ought to inform the medbay of their conditions and did not come in for screening, despite repeated requests over the network and within the new arrival letter. We very nearly lost them.

[ Straightening, tilting his chin up somewhat, jaw flexing before he addresses the feed with some levity. ]

Medbay is here to provide for all passengers in need, not just those that are human. We do not discriminate between any race, creed, or species. All that matters is that you are being provided the best possible care and, to do that, we need to be informed of any and all differences in your biology. We can get this by a simple, painless screening at your leisure or by a simple questionaire, for those of you who are already familiar with the difference between yourself and a human.

Health records are completely private and may only be accessed by the medical staff. It's really important that we be informed of any known health conditions in humans as well. I know some of you out there have been avoiding disclosing any facts about yourself either due to... shame or paranoia or just bad experiences with doctors, and that is natural. However, I'm asking you to consider the alternative: that in a state of emergency, we cannot assist you to the best of our abilities, and that your chances of surviving anything major are slim to none. We have powerful technology and we're all very capable, but we're not infallible.

This was a scare for all of us. While we can make steps toward making sure this never happens again, we also need to plan for the possibility of another crisis scenario.

I'm attaching a form to this message. Anyone who wishes to avoid speaking to doctors need only fill it out and send it to me, 001 - 197. I will put it into the medical archives and erase my device of it after.

[ medical.txt ]

( More Information )

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001 | video

[ Though he's been here for almost a month, Erik deliberately hasn't made a public comment, preferring to speak to almost everyone else first and foremost in order to assess the situation ahead of himself, and most importantly, come to terms with the fact that this is not Earth. He'd been mulling over what Kirk had said, as one of the earlier people he had spoken to, particularly the statement that things were different than what he was accustomed to. It's a considerable break from reality, because where Erik last stood was watching the world fall apart as he and several others had essentially outed themselves to the public, and earned a response he had correctly predicted. At least here, several years in the future if what he had learned was anything to go by, there was the possibility that Charles had proven him wrong; an admission he wasn't inclined to concede so early on.

Answers however, were slowly provided, and Erik was forced into a position where he had little choice but to re-evaluate a stance he had sworn by for several years. It was a defeat that had put him at odds with himself, having been forced to interact with not just non-humans like himself, but also humans. They were mere temporary allies, associates at best, until Erik had derived what he needed, piecing together a shaky network that merely served to relay information back and forth for his own means. To either deny the seeming equality that appeared on board, or to deliberately instigate what wasn't there and accept that there would be a conflict. ]

For those of you whom I haven't spoken to, my name is Magneto. [ His voice comes slightly off camera, as all that's deliberately being shown is the side of his jaw, the device loosely held in his palm while Erik processes his next move, tone clipped and to the point. ] It's fruitless at this point to deny one of the differences between many aboard the Tranquility; that there are both humans and non-humans here.

As one of the latter, [ Hope you're hearing that Raven, because Erik just outed himself. ] I intend on making it clear that while we're held captive together, I will not tolerate any exercise of dominance over non-humans. [ Admitting this on Erik's part is a cost because it conflicts with his own stance on how he sees society, one he's finally conceded will not change despite convincing; Charles couldn't do it, the others won't either. ]

That being said, [ Erik lets the device leave the comfort of his hand with only the slightest curl of a finger, raising it until its level directly with his face; just the barest hint of confirmation he needs. Lips curling into a smile, it's evident Erik can do more than just that, but he doesn't intend on letting it all come out immediately ] I'm inclined to put forth what effort it takes to ensure that all of us get out. [ A concession Erik has to make, that some sacrifices are necessary for the greater good, because while mutant superiority is likely to prevail, it takes a back seat to the situation at hand. ]

How many of you are willing to do the same? [ With that, he shuts off the feed, frowning slightly. ]

Private | Spock [40%]:

If you have time, I would like to speak to you in person. [ Vague enough, because Erik's ability to encrypt is absolutely terrible and he doesn't trust it to actually succeed. ]

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001 | Video

[ the feed clicks on and darcy's drumming one hand on the table in front of her, a little annoyed. alright, a lot annoyed. ]

So, the Tranquility.

I like to think I'm a pretty go-with-the-flow kinda girl, but after arriving in a tube of blue goo, immediately having my best friend and guide kidnapped, and then faced with ship mutiny and general chaos, I just have one question.

[ the hand stops drumming and she looks directly into the feed, lowering her glasses a little bit. ]

Who the fuck named this ship?

[ she's about to turn off the feed, when she pauses. ]

Also, just for future reference, is it always this definitely-not-tranquil?

[(ooc: hey guys, coming off of a hiatus I didn't really call or even know was happening, but yay, I'm here now! ]

VIDEO | ENCRYPTED 100% | EXCLUDING ONLY MEGAMIND, ROXANNE, AND JANE

[ it takes him only a matter of moments to initiate the feed, and while megamind does indeed have control of the communications at large, spock remains significantly sure of the stability of his own encryption. and it's one he patches in to every communicator on board. save those of the hostages and their resident usurper.

the feed opens to his undivided attention with one captain kirk standing behind him, preoccupied with his own communicator. ]

Greetings Tranquility, this is Spock.

As the passenger known as Megamind has stated, he does indeed possess considerable control of our vessel. In response I find it necessary to address the dangers inherent in disobeying his requests. It has been made clear that his intentions are unquestionably hostile and the likelihood that resistance will be met with force is 98.8 percent.

With this in mind, I invite all passengers able and willing to aid in the rescue of hostages Roxanne Richie and Doctor Jane Foster as well the capture of Megamind to present themselves. Please state any relevant qualifications and experience so that you may be appropriately grouped.

I repeat all personnel are requested to assist.

Groups will be constructed as they volunteer and each will contain a minimum of two individuals with extensive experience in combat. All those who wish to remain uninvolved are advised to secure themselves in their quarters or medical bay until further notice.

[ his gaze flicks to the side. ]

We have 26.4 minutes, and you have my gratitude.
Spock out.

[ooc: directing everyone to the OOC sign up for all your grouping needs!]

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004 [AUDIO --> VIDEO]

[Oh wow it's an audio post let's just OH GOD who is shouting into their communicator why would you do that.]

GREETINGS, TRANQUILITY. MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE.

[Does he have your attention? Good. The post switches from audio to video and HEY LOOK it's that ginger robot guy aren't you excited.]

Haha, kidding. I'm kidding.

Except, no, not really. I'm not. Do actually want your attention--I have some important things to say, so. Revise that. Just kidding about the shouting; I'm not going to shout any more. Listening on your part, however, is still highly recommended. Seriously, you're going to want in on this, because it regards something this ship decidedly lacks. I mean, it's all well and good if you want to run around playing unofficially official self-appointed who-died-and-made-you-king fake-y pretend captain and friends, but where does that get us in the end?

I am, of course, referring to the delicate art of cultural relations. Seems we've already had a bit of a mishap, there, with the bloke who tried to eat people. All of that could have been avoided with a little communication! Some--some understanding. We've got a lot of different…species…and customs…and…ideals…floating about…we're going to have disagreements. People are going to get eaten, apparently.

But! We can make it slightly less likely for people to get eaten, or murdered, or offended. What we need is someone…or someones, depending, who can successfully navigate these, ...cultural discrepancies. As a representative of the, uh. Fabricated personalities aboard this ship, I understand that we might be confusing to humans and trolls and…vampires. That's okay! Can't expect organics to really grasp what makes us tick, so there are bound to be misunderstandings and--and misconceptions. That's okay too!

Not going to speak for the other non-humans, but I am an AI, and there are quite a few of us, and I have been here the longest--well, HAL and I have been here the longest--so what I can offer is my guidance as an--an ambassador, if you will. Ambassador of Organic-Artificial Relations, working tirelessly to reduce the aforementioned misunderstandings and misconceptions. No need to thank me.

Let's see, uh. Qualifications! Been here the longest, as I've stated, with HAL, of course--HAL, you can be my co-ambassador, if you like. Knowledgeable, obviously. Worked extensively with humans back home. Basically an expert. Did not murder any of them, unlike certain computers who shall not be named. Very diplomatic, me.

Wow, actually? This is such a good idea, I think every group should have a representative. Most of the crew is human, by my estimation, so those of us who aren't need to make sure we've got proper say in how things are run. It'd solve a lot of problems, if you ask me. Clear up a few things along the way. Maybe the troll ambassador can explain to me why I can't have a bucket. Been wondering about that, if I'm honest. I need one.

Second order of business. If any of you esteemed listeners have experience with or--or interest in robotics, let me know. I've got a bit of a personal project that is, ah. Not exactly progressing as quickly as I'd like it to. So inquire within, as it were! If you're interested. Giant blue heads need not apply and can, in fact, bugger right off.

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( complete and total fail!lock to 003 » 143 (Chell)--10% )

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video + text | 50% filtered away from Wheatley that obnoxious git

[the camera blips on and HELLO WORLD IT'S CHELL'S FACE and what is presumably her room. though it's pretty dark so you can't see much.

...except that her nose looks a little crooked and bruised. she squints tired eyes at the communicator for a second, and there's text accompanying the video feed. someone doesn't know the video is on!]

hello.

i was told there was a doctor.

[she could totally just go to the medical bay with ease but she wants to get to know whoever this doctor is (if he even exists) before she lets him touch her. paranoia and whatnot. she seems to consider something for a second as there's a thoughtful pause and a biting of the lower lip]

and welcome newcomers.

this place has skeletons.

[Chell that was a horrible welcome.]

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text ★ 006 ★ 60% filtered away from ward and resnik

Good EVENING Tranquility dudes!
Boy, I sure did miss some excitement, didn't I? People disappearing? People getting lost in hallways? What the hell?
Come oooooooon, guys! Give me DEETS. I demand all your deets, hahahaha! This isn't anything really funny! It should be absolutely SERIOUS.
If you experienced what all happened or know shit about this, I really, really have to know about this! I really have to! Give me all deets; every single one plz :D

In any case, I've been OKAY, I'm sure all of you were really worrying! In my absence, I typed up little duties for you to assist me all since I'm that considerate of you all. This is only if shit totally goes down again, so pay attention! We have to stick together through all of this!

RIGHT SO HERE WE GO WITH THE SUPER AWESOME ASSIGNMENTS I'VE GIVEN EVERYONE:
( dear lord what is this )

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001 ♉ VIDEO

[ Good evening Tranquility. Have one (1) ~~god of mischief~~ rather normal looking guy, a passenger against his will just like the rest of you, popping up on your network feed. For all the hype going on aboard the ship, he appears calm and unbelievably casual. Even amused if that slight hook to the corner of his lips is to be believed, if it's not just a trick of the light—or shadow, as the case may be. He's sitting in a corridor seemingly alone, also lost though you wouldn't know it. As far as anyone can tell he's just hanging out.

He begins, ]

Having been aboard this ship for [ how should he put it ] at least one "jump" cycle now, I've had the pleasure of watching and getting to know an array of...fascinating individuals. Everyone seems so bright, curious, competent, with unyielding determination and strength of character—and yet...

[ A pause. Seemingly thoughtful, his casual expression taking on a hint of concern. But it's mostly for dramatic effect. ]

Now that we seem to be facing some difficult times, what with people losing themselves in the corridors and falling victim to random attacks......only certain of you are rising to the occasion. [ He leans forward slightly. ] My question is, why?

[ Why only certain of you? Why person x and not person y? Is there something wrong with the rest of you that you can't get yourselves together enough to act??? Or are those who've appointed themselves team leaders just not giving anybody else a chance to shine?

....These are the questions that seem to ring in the silence that reigns for a moment. But before anyone can ponder the answers, he continues, ]

Furthermore, are the ones who have taken these positions of leadership upon themselves really the most qualified for the job?

[ Considering the failed rescue attempts for the people lost in the corridors. Not to mention they're no closer to finding a way out of this place than they seemed to be almost (or over?) a month ago. Food for thought, my friends. ]

Well. [ He gives a light shrug, tipping his head back against the wall, and that casual look slips back onto his face. If you catch a mischievous gleam in his eyes, or sense something sly in the curve of his smile, you're probably imagining it :) ] Perhaps only time will tell.

If we all live long enough to see the end.

[ :) :) :) ]

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Video; Open

So apparently we've had some folks put into squishy meat suits, and we've had some more-- advanced android models come through who apparently are reasonably humanoid enough that they didn't need any ship-based modifications, and those who were probably modified who may not know it yet! And that means those mechanical and electrically based people on the ship need someone to see to their needs!

That also means you need someone with the right skills to keep you in tip top shape. I'm volunteering; robotics [rahbahtics is not how you say that, Megamind] is probably my favorite field, and I've years of experience, both practical and academic! Also, coming to me for your needs makes a lot more sense then those guys down in medical. Because, let's face it, you don't need a surgeon, you need the hands of an engineer.

[Ping! Here's his location of the 'evil lair, or at least the floor it's on, and some other information.]

So, if you're needing help adjusting, need repairs made, need back ups -- I'm the gentleman to help you.

Though, ah, if you have any security software, or other countermeasures-- please let me know before I hook you up for diagnostics... We've already lost one console and putting it back up to rights is a pain in my skinny blue--

--well, you get the idea.

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[003] [Video]

[Video cuts on a little erratically, a rather loud sound of giggling heard before the video calms down and the screen focused on Hungary with a rather perhaps familiar bottle lying at her side and a shot glass clutched in her hand.

Once she realizes it's going she coughs a little, smiling but trying not to go back to her little giggling fit. No, no she didn't just raid the alcohol for a time out of her mind, what are you talking about. Except that she kind of did and considering the bottle is more than half-empty and there's a few others around... well.]

You know! I haven't properly introduced myself to you new people yet, that's a shame.

[She pauses for a moment, taking down the shot in her hand before continuing. A proper role model she is, clearly.]

And I may as well. I'm Hungary, yes, the country, and I've been here as long as the others from the first go-around. And, by the way, boys and girls, you aren't allowed to touch this. I know I'm irresistible, but I don't think my boy-... ex-husband would much appreciate you doing so. Unless you want to talk it over with him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind too terribly much if you asked nicely.

Though beware, we do tend to cause bruises and bleeding even when having fun, so you have to have an absolutely tough constitution to keep up~

I may as well do a little bit of explaining, too. The other countries around here that you need to be wary about... You have Russia who's a communist asshole and thinks the world belongs to him, America who never shuts up and thinks he owns the world more, and Belarus who is a total crazy bitch who wants to fuck her brother Russia. Just a friendly notice~

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. I'm feeling quite chatty today.

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[video]

[Someone has found their way into Medical and has been quite busy making himself at home. There's a lot to catch up on here, but there aren't any dark circles under these eyes. Not sleeping is the best benefit to being plastic]

Right, so I think we need a list of species on board since not everyone is human. I know the genetic guys are probably doing something about that, but in the even of an emergency they won't be taking care of you. From what I've figured out this equipment is all based on human physiology; we need to know what to adapt.

Um, the engineers will probably need to help. Oh, and programmers. I can learn, but I'm not an expert. Doctor, if you have time to look things over that would be good.

Also, if you have medical needs you can and should let me know so that I can update the database. Everything is strictly confidential.

Oh, yeah, and I'm Rory. Williams.

Case File #001: A Seven Per Cent Solution • video

[ And the video flips on to a man in need of a shave, perched on the floor in front of a veritable pigsty. It's hard to make out what's behind him, but the bed appears to have been successfully flipped over, the mattress askew. The wall, already, is absolutely littered with notes, and though the amount is paltry so far - he's only been here a week - it's still a bit impressive. Encoded, likely, though none of it is particularly legible on the camera, especially in his chicken scratch. ]

Observe.

[ As he says the word, he leans in, and even on such a small screen, his eyes are very clearly wide, dilated. He's beginning to set the communicator down onto a bureau, cradling it gently in his hands as though it's an egg. ] An ingenious way of recording one's processes, far more convenient than the written word, faster as well. Now- You'll see-

[ And he takes a flying leap away from the phone, jumping atop the opposite bureau in one fell swoop and spreading his arms wide. The camera isn't panned correctly - his head is cut off - and he takes a deep breath as though he's about to say something absolutely brilliant -- !! ] I am now taller. [ What follows is a small giggle that can hardly be construed as masculine, as he leaps back down from the bureau, catlike. ] Perhaps a rudimentary test, but one must jump before one can fly. Fly before one can fall-!

[ He stumbles on his way back to the dresser, and jars the thing, the communicator with it, and consequentially knocks the feed offline again. ]

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002 [VIDEO/TEXT]

[Oh. It's this guy again.

Though Wheatley is, at least, wearing clothes now, the concept of grooming seems to have escaped him entirely--he's arranged haphazardly in a chair, his jumpsuit is only half-zipped, he's unshaven and barefoot, his glasses are askew and his hair sticks out at odd angles in wet clumps--perhaps a "DOCTOR WATSON I AM CAPABLE OF A SHOWER" more than anything else.

Ladies.]

Uh, yes. Hello. As my, um. Colleague, HAL, so eloquently mentioned earlier, it is possible that some of you new arrivals might be experiencing a form of…bodily displacement. Don't be alarmed! Well. Do be alarmed, because this is, actually, rather alarming, but you're not alone! I'm one of you--provided you are an artificial intelligence or…a robot, or something of a computer-like nature. I am here to help.

See, once upon a time, I asked Doctor Watson if he could possibly provide me with a list of--of everything humans need to ensure continued survival. And--and do you know what he told me? Told me it couldn't be done. Said, [He lowers his voice--this is obviously his Watson impression.] "Wheatley, it can't be done". Told me to come see him, instead.

Did some thinking. Decided if there wasn't a list--and obviously the humans have no interest in making one--I could fill the void, as it were. Needed to learn how to type anyway, had my little mental catalogue of human design flaws, figured I could do that thing with the birds and the stones. So good news! There is a list now, based on my, um. Observations. And experiences. It exists, because I wrote it, even though they told me it couldn't be done. Did it anyway--that's me, every day, doing the impossible.

Right. Sending it out. To all of you. Nnnooow. Typed it up myself, did I mention that? Fingers.

( very scientific observations by wheatley.txt )

Hopefully you'll find it educational, straight from one of your own. I mean, you could go down to medical. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. I do, however, have it on good account that the blokes there enjoy assaulting unsuspecting computers and tossing them in bathtubs without any--without any regard or--or consideration for hydrophobia that. May or may not have resulted from untold decades of being made entirely of metal and circuitry. Insensitive, that.

But, you know. Your choice. Don't say I didn't warn you.

[VIDEO OVER THE END. Wait no he's back.]

Oh, um. Mister Johnson wanted me to. Let everyone know that if you have not filled out an Enrichment Center Test Subject Application, please do so and send the completed form to either Mister Johnson or myself at 001-043 or 001-089, respectively. We appreciate your cooperation; thank you for helping us help you help us all.

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▞ 001 ▚ text

[ Not locked, no frills. Just out there. Yup. Tranquility, meet Aberdeen. And she's got shit that needs doing, so: ]

doctor john watson_
ratchet_

respond.

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1st incision ♠ VIDEO

[ Nigel isn't a luddite in any way, shape or form, though he's never been fond of technology in any strong sense. For a young man who liked to spend his time wrist-deep in the insides of once-living things, far too often technology and all of its trappings struck him as too clinical, too detached. Too bloodless. And so, it's with a fair amount of fiddling that he finally manages to get his communicator to work, choosing the video options after scrolling through one and then the other, weighing the benefits and drawbacks of each.

When the image clicks on, the Network is greeted with a young man in his late teens — strong-jawed and handsome, tidy and in a jacket and tie, his bangs pushed across his forehead in a damp swipe of dark hair. He looks, for all intents and purposes, perfectly harmless. And when he speaks, his voice is surprisingly low and oddly lulling despite the way it seems to lie flat over certain phrases. ]

Hello, Tranquility, [ the young man says simply, revealing himself to be English and with quite good diction. ] I've questions and it seems there are some of you who may provide answers.

So.

Where might I inquire about the dead?

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002 [ Video ]

[ The broadcast comes from the interior of the medbay - many will probably recognize the grav couches off to the side. There are three men here, among the machines vaguely resembling metallic stretchers, but one specifically speaking to the camera. ]

Good afternoon, Tranquility. I'm Doctor Watson, and these are my colleagues, Doctor Ratchet and Caleb. We're your medical staff for the time being.

As it happens, it's been about a week since we all woke up. I trust everyone is working to settle as best they can, given the circumstances. Us three have been working to familiarize ourselves with the equipment and inventory the stock so that we can help you with any medical needs.

What we need now, however, is to speak with anyone that may have special conditions to uphold so that we can best be prepared to treat you, should the need arise in the future. Primarily, we're looking for any non-humans aboard the ship to present themselves at this time. Secondarily, anyone that has the need for medication should come consult us to see if we have anything that can help. People with known medical conditions should at least report them to us - I'm speaking of allergies, heart conditions, diabetes, joint troubles, and etcetera.

We're open for check-ups for the rest of today and possibly tomorrow. Schedules beyond that will be subject to change, as we're still arranging to have someone in the medbay at all times. This is quite possibly your only chance to meet us all at once.

Those of you who are recently human: I have spoken with a few of you regarding the conditions you'll need to uphold, but I highly recommend every one of you to check in so that we can see that you're healthy. Don't make us come and find you.

That's all.

(( OOC: In this thread, you have the potential to be speaking to one or three med staff at once. ICly, all three of them are here and will be monitoring the feed/patients coming in, though you may only be actually threading with John. Ratchet!mun is here, but Caleb!mun is on hiatus and may respond little to none. There's no posting order. Open to action, text, and video! ))

captain's log | oo1 | video

[Jim's in engineering, you can see the room behind where he sits. he looks a little tired, but his eyes are as bright as ever as he looks into the camera.]

Hey all, Kirk here.

We've been up here for about a week, ship's time, which probably seems like forever and no time at all for most of you. Trust me when I say that probably won't change much. I know a lot of you are still panicking, but we need to keep in mind that the only way we're going to get out of this situation safely is by staying calm.

Anyone still adjusting to their human body should remember to stop by medical. A week is more than long enough to mess yourself up, even if you know what you're doing. [his tone says, trust me, i've been there.]

If the internal clock is anything to go by, we'll arrive at Tansei Station in about 12 days. I know we don't have much with us, but if you're thinking you need something, you might want to consider what you can barter when we get there. There's no telling when our next chance at shore leave will happen again.

[here, Jim glances away, keying something in, and anyone who expressed interest to Resnik and Ward in their broadcast concerning data collection will get a ping before he goes on.]

> open broadcast > attn $data collection team/$resnik/$ward

I've managed to get the chronometer back online, but she won't give me anything outside of a 24 hour count. [so no stardates or the equivalent thereof.] I've been trying to pull up a map of this place for the passed 78 hours but it's like the damn thing never existed in the first place. I'm starting to wonder if a blueprint was even put in the databanks.

( to: $spock | text | encryption 100% )

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