[ Attention, Tranquility. Chase is in a hallway, a book clasped tightly in her hands, paper bowtie in place, stern look about her. She is not happy, but it's less 'someone's gone' and more like when she first arrived: cold, withdrawn and calculating. ]

Military protocol--and the standard form of my ship, the Grail Arbor, states that mutineers and those doing harm to other passengers are to be permanently dismissed. [ She lets the word 'permanently' linger before she quirks an eyebrow upwards, clearly unimpressed. ]

On top of the smiling ship, we have a scientist with missing memories--and a number of things unrelated to Tranquility's plight. The previous attacker. Megamind.

To put it bluntly: throw him out of the airlock or I'll destroy him myself.

[ That's not a threat, crew members. That's a promise.
 
 
14 March 2012 @ 04:32 pm
[ The first thing that can be seen when the feed clicks on is a shitload of green. Then Mason shifts the comm so it's focused on him. ] So, this oxygen garden. How's it work? Is there someone that takes care of it and decides who gets to plant what, or is it more a community free for all? [ He needs to try to plant some Wolfsbane because when it runs out, life is going to suck. Not only for him but for everyone on board. ] And if someone's in charge of it, could somebody tell me how to get a hold of them?






ooc: open to action with whoever might be in/near the oxygen garden!
 
 
11 February 2012 @ 10:41 am
[ Aberdeen knows she's not the kind of person who people will notice is gone if something is ever to happen to her. It's a symptom of being something of a recluse and of living her life behind her laptop, tucked away and listening and watching to the other people around her. Which means that something like an automatic distress beacon is necessary, given her line of work as an operative. Every hour on the hour, she deactivates it, only for it to reactivate automatically. If something happens to her, if she doesn't switch the program off, it alerts important parties of her seeming disappearance. While on the Tranquility that is the Network at large.

Which why her communications device posts right now:
]


A L E R T _

communications device_designation.aberdeen
status_currently.inactive
time elapsed since last access_02.45hr

action required_locate
note_additional assistance most likely required.



[ ooc note; This is basically an open post for people to get their communications on in relation to this event. SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO RESPOND to this post but mostly to each other since Aberdeen isn't going to be saying much of anything. Aberdeen, in search of her cat who scurried away and out of her quarters, managed to get hit and fed off of by Todd, and so is lying somewhere — inert and passed out and very much chest-wounded in one of the distant and unused common rooms. Go searching, track her communicator, whatevs.  Somebody please feel free to find her and bring her to the Medbay!

Any questions about Aberdeen specifically, feel free to plurk be about it.
]
 
 
26 January 2012 @ 09:52 pm
[Ianto pops up on screen with a professional smile. He's never bothered to introduce himself on the network before, but he's never had anything important to say to everyone until now.]

Now that everyone's had the chance to settle in, I was hoping you would all be kind enough to answer some questions.

Waking up here doesn't tend to be a pleasant experience, and I doubt it ever will be. But I believe it could be made just a bit less confusing and uncomfortable, if explanations and answers to questions are closer at hand. So the questions are simple ones:

What would you have liked to know immediately upon waking? What reassurances would you have liked to hear? Was the information you were given by others too sparse for comfort, too much to process in your immediate condition, or just too unbelievable? And if your first reaction was disbelief, what sort of evidence would you have liked to see?

My ultimate goal is to keep new arrivals as calm and well-informed as possible when they wake. The situation will never be pleasant or easy to swallow, but we can at least stave off some of the worst reactions and keep anyone from panicking.
 
 
20 January 2012 @ 11:51 pm
[Taylor has been an absent face for quite a while now. Caught out sneaking onto Tansei Station and kept in the brig, but she's free in the aftermath of the second jump, and has found herself completely alone. She'd left her dog with Jennie, and Jennie is gone, and while it's possible she took Chubbs with her, Taylor doesn't think that's how it works.

She looks tired, pale skin and dark circles under her eyes, none of it helped by Tranquility's harsh lighting. The most noticeably unkempt part of her though, is her hair. Bleached, but has evidently grown out, two-thirds blonde and one-third black. But despite all this, there's still a sharp anger in her eyes.]


I want my dog back. Someone in this place has got him, or seen him, and if any one of you fuckers has harmed him I will make you hurt for it.

[Threat made, some of the energy of it seems to drain out of her, and she scraps a hand back through her hair before making a face, reminded.]

And I guess it'd be too much to ask that we'd have a chemist mixed in with all the doctors and astrophysicists. Or if there's some spaceship bleach around here I can pour over my head.

[A sharp exhale. No one's going to care about her hair, she knows. She isn't even sure why she cares about it.]

Fuck.
 
 
20 January 2012 @ 04:40 pm
[ Good afternoon, Tranquility. Those of you who have been here for more than one jump will recognize Dr. Robert Capa. He was one of the first faces on the Network following the incident that brought the first of the passengers here and it's very possible you've seen him around the ship. Now that Corazon has gone, he's become something of an off-again, on-again fixture in the oxygen garden. He is also one of the two astrophysicists that are part of the science team and can often be found in the company of the little girl named Chase or with his head down, doing calculations on a tablet from home. It's quite possible he's trained you — somewhat awkwardly — on some of the safety protocols of space travel.

If you're new, then this is an unfamiliar face, though it seemed to be all over the place on the day of the second jump. In the Medbay, in the locker room, checking names and running food to people going over the lists. Being awkward (this is an on-going theme).

When the video clicks on he gives something of a wince that, upon further reflection, is actually meant to be a very brief smile. Then a nod and then he speaks, his voice even and his tone matter-of-fact. He's not an automoton by any stretch of the imagination (his shoulders are far too slumpy for that) but the overall sense he gives off is one of calm.
]

I— [ Hm. ] I suppose, I should welcome all of our new passengers. I'm not really the part of the official welcoming crew and that's a good thing, trust me. But for those of you who have woken from stasis for the first time— [ An inhale, an audible exhale. ] —welcome.

I'm Doctor Robert Capa. Originally of the international space mission Icarus II. I serve as a physical science officer— here, on the Tranquility. Astrophysics, specifically. Now, I know a lot of you have questions. Questions that I'm sure Captain Ward and Chief Engineer Reznik would love to be able to answer. [ Okay, that might be a lie. ] There are those of us who are working to find those answers for you, but answers take time, so— A little patience and a little insight, if you have any, would be appreciated.

For some of you, this'll be your first time in space. I highly recommend you speak to me or to passenger Re-l Mayer, and we can see to getting you trained up. Nothing complicated — just the basics. [ A pause. Capa takes the opportunity to run a hand across his face, specifically his chin, the stubble scraping audibly there. ] One of the hardest things about being in space is the fact there is no night and day here. Your circadian rhythmns will be greatly affected if you don't take the time and the effort to regulate yourself.

Now, some of us— [ Capa lifts an arm to reveal a watch (analogue) around his wrist. ] —are used to a 24 hour solar cycle. Those of you who have watches, I suggest you maintain them, even if — technically — those particular patterns no longer have context or meaning. As it currently stands, those of us who do have watches have synchronized them for the sake of consistency. It's— it can be helpful.

For reference's sake— [ He looks down at his watch now, still speaking. ] It will be 4.27 in the afternoon in three. Two. One. [ When he looks up again, he nods once. ] Officer Spock, could you please open a secure channel for the following individuals? Capa out.

[ LOCKED FILE ATTACHED: INCIDENT_report.txt ]
file contents. )

[ ENCRYPTED HAIL TO: WINCHESTER, DEAN. ]
message to: WINCHESTER, dean. )
 
 
20 January 2012 @ 09:50 pm
Anybody else feel like solving puzzles ain't the most fun you can have on a spaceship? [Sorry, puzzle club, but Dean doesn't appreciate your idea of fun. The question doesn't really require a response from any of you, either. Clearly the answer is absolute agreement.]

Me 'nd Jim got to sparrin' every so often. Fights're to keep in shape. [Though there's now a list of douchebags he thinks need handing their own asses.] Couple rules to fight by, mostly 'cause Jim didn't want me to break his pretty little face. [A joke. Banter, as a certain English asshole Dean knows would put it.]

Anybody else interested? We can organize somewhere to host this little party if other people who want in.
 
 
19 January 2012 @ 06:13 pm
[ Hello Ax, have a slightly nervous – yet trying like hell to keep her calm – looking Ariadne. She is just going to be looking into the device a moment, as she attempts to figure out what exactly she wants to say – or really how she wants to word her thoughts. (She has a lot of thoughts right now, okay?)

A small smile, slightly forced, but nonetheless a smile appears on her face then, as she takes a deep breath finally speaking. ]
Would anyone be willing to create a roster of sort of – a passenger manifest of some kind? [ A pause, brows raised hopeful, as she is going to be looking into the screen, just wanting to give everyone a moment to think this idea over. ]   It seems like a good way to figure whose who here.

[ Her nose crinkles slightly then, as she quickly moves on to her next thought. ]  And I’ve been working on those maps and I’m wondering if anyone has anything to contribute to them -- namely in the area of that creepy door?

If you have any would you let me know? I’d like to get the maps fully drawn out soon.
 
 
17 January 2012 @ 09:36 pm
[thump thump]

...This thing on?

[There another set of unpleasant thump thumps on the comm device as Cave rasps his bony finger across it, like tapping a microphone. It is boggling that Cave has gone on this long using it just for commenting or replying to other people with--they were truly little marvels; lots of buttons, fun to play with. It takes a couple more seconds of fumbling before he realizes it is indeed, on. Just the audio, but that's all he needs.]


Cave Johnson here. If you've recently experienced disorientation, nudity, nausea, temporary memory loss or mild to severe cannibalism due to crippling hunger, that's normal. Or so I assume. This jumping business has only happened twice so far.

But if you can collect yourselves enough to turn on this device and understand the words comin' out of my mouth: congratulations, you're one step ahead of the game! If not and you're hearing my voice telepathically, lack opposable thumbs, or if you are currently standing within earshot of me--welcome to space. That's right; space. Final frontier, you are in it.

By the way, if you're receptive of my unrealized telepathy, please let me know.

Now, you may have noticed you've got a set of numbers on your arm. That's normal too, and if any of them are accompanied by the letters S-C-I, that clearly stands for science, which you are now an honorary part of. Life, destiny, and fate has been transcribed into your very flesh and blood. No use fighting it!

Real question is, what are you going to do about it? Why not fill out a couple of forms and see what I can do for you. And what you can do for science.

Cave Johnson, we're done here.

[Said form is kind of long, even condensed as it is from the original; Fill it out in whole, part, don't do it at all. Totally optional and for funsies. ALSO, this post was probably backdated a smidge.]

 
 
17 January 2012 @ 03:02 pm
[Good afternoonish, Tranquility]

Have we all settled down from the jump? I see we have new people on board. I'm Jane Foster, and I'm an astrophysicist with the Science Division. So apparently the jumps the ship does will also bring new people aboard. Though really the gravity couch experience should be a one time thing.

That brings interesting ideas about how the engine affects time and space and how Einstein, bless his heart, really had no idea, since I don't think E=mc² really stands up to this test, since it was explaining how an object at rest requires infinite energy to achieve the speed of light, and well, we apparently moved quite a ways in a blink of an eye? Though other aspects of relativity could still apply, since they allow for such things as wormholes, which can quite possibly be created.

Would anyone have anything to add to this? It's rather rough, I apologize. Also, do we have any idea of where we are in relation to our last known stop? I'm wondering how far we traveled since Tansei.
 
 
Current Music: Steve Jablonsky - Dark Side of the Moon
 
 
17 December 2011 @ 07:53 pm
[Good evening, Tranquility, have one (1) astrophysicist]

I'm Jane Foster, and I am one of the two astrophysicists on this space ship. My subject area is wormholes, to put it simply. Of course coming here means all my equipment is back home. I've spoken with Connor and Dr. Capa already, but I'm willing to allow more interested parties in if they wish, to help me replace my equipment, and perhaps figure out how we got here, and what happened to the other crew members. Oh, and go home, of course

[she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and continues]

So, if you're good with tech or engineering or any of the sciences, let me know and we can plan more. Seriously, if I accepted a poli sci major as an undergrad assistant back home, I will not be picky now.
 
 
17 December 2011 @ 02:47 pm
[ on pops the video, and again looking into the screen is one young looking brunette. (everyone’s favorite architect) this time though, she is looking slightly happier – perhaps even more calm – as she clearly is smiling into the device. (she's trying like hell to hide her fear and she seems to be doing well okay.)

a small shrug of her shoulders, her nose crinkling slightly, as her expression is eager. ] 
Hey. [ a small wave at the screen. ] So we've all been here for a bit now. It seems some of us have gotten to know each other as well. That's a good thing I would like to think.

So... [ her smile grows slightly larger then, as she leans into her table, her face moving closer to the screen some. ] I was wondering if anyone has actually done any exploring in this place yet? And if you have, is there anything you can offer about the details or layouts?

Are there any corridors that lead to nowhere, or maybe ones that lead to things that might be of interest to others? [ details, she just wants the DETAILS. ] I'm really curious as to how everything is laid out here, and we honestly don't have a solid idea where everything is yet. Seems sort of like a maze almost, don’t you think?

[ her nose crinkled again, as she sits back in her chair, rubbing at the back of her neck in thought. ] If you haven't explored as of yet, are any of you planning on doing so anytime soon? I would really love to tag along if you are.

Maybe we can all work something out and go as teams or something?




filter 85% : arthur and eames (please filter this better)  )



filter 85% : kirk, arthur, eames, spock. (teach her how to filter better.)  )




[ooc: So this is my attempt at getting teams together to search out the ship. :O  So feel free to threadjack like mofos, make up teams and work out  some ideas on how to do this. I'm sure I will make a log for exploring after all of this. SO HAVE FUN! That is the point after all. ]
 
 
16 December 2011 @ 05:45 pm
It's incredible...

[ The video feed of the comm unit jumps to life - a vibrant mess of abundant green flooding the screen. The graphics jumble as she walks, feet a little unsteady on the overgrown soil of the Tranquility's untended oxygen garden. While the camera woman is off-screen, behind the device, there’s a laugh, a bit of disbelieving joy in her voice. An edge of teasing. ]

Whoever was left in charge of this was apparently fired for good reason. It's a mess in here. [ A pause, a bit of awe in her voice ] A beautiful mess...

There’s a lot of work to be done, which I know some of us have already started, but lucky for you I've got a life's worth of experience plus a couple degrees in weed-pulling. Not to say a few extra pair of hands wouldn’t be welcome.

[ She turns the camera to face her, Cory's bright smile taking up the screen. ] My name is Corazon - botanist formerly of the Icarus II. If anyone would like to help tending to this jungle, meet me in the oxygen garden whenever is convenient for you. Mace, Capa - for you it's required.

[ With the laugh in her tone slowly fading, sobering and being replace with a slight hint of unease. ]

The oxygen garden is the heart of this ship. It is our life support. It requires care and attentive hands. [ A pause, and she nods, a hand rested on her hip. ] We can’t have it forgotten like this.

[[ooc; feel free to respond with action or whatever else you please! /o/ FYI, I'll be a bit slow tonight ;; ]]
 
 
[ sup, fellow space kidnapees. a considerably more relaxed jenna, here. ]

Okay: so here's a question that doesn't have anything to do with your spaceship related skills or why we shouldn't wander off by ourselves.

If we're all stuck here together-- the together part is key-- doesn't it make sense to get to know each other a little? I'm not saying we need nightly family dinner, but maybe one time so everyone can meet, exchange names, mingle, develop basic connections?

...And make a roster, maybe. Because asking if 'that really taciturn guy I met by the elevator' is okay doesn't have the same ring as a name. [ sup spock. ] And not to be looking at the negative already, but that way people without someone they already know here don't end up slipping through the cracks.

[ she spreads her hands wide and grins, teasingly. ]

So, are we in? Because if we all have to shower together, we should probably have dinner first.

Oh, and one more thing. [ jenna holds up an iPod, waving it a little. ] Can anyone in the science club tell me they can recharge this? I have an almost full battery, but that's not going to last forever. I can trade... I don't know, something for it. We can work it out.


filtered to alaric saltzman | private | hackable )
 
 
15 December 2011 @ 11:05 pm
[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% )



to: $scienceAteam (spock, capa, connor, holmes, watson, chase) | text | encryption 100% )
 
 
15 December 2011 @ 10:08 pm
[Good morning evening indeterminate-time-of-day, Tranquility! It's yet another vaguely informational post, because you all can't possibly be sick of those yet!

… oh. You are?

Welp, that's kind of unfortunate. Sorry. (On the bright side, the guy making this post is visibly shirtless. You're welcome.)]


So I'm just guessing everyone's noticed by now that all the lifts are color-coded—and that would be fine, if they had actual labels. Which they don't. If anyone's got any ideas which buttons lead to which departments, we might as well start keeping a list and stick it up on the network, just so we don't all get hopelessly lost.

I've got a few of them written down, but honestly, there's a lot of buttons, and I'm not that bored yet.

list after the jump )

[ooc: the ooc list of labels is here, if anyone's curious. :3]
 
 
14 December 2011 @ 11:38 pm
[Heatwave's first post opens with him talking excitedly and very fast, as though worried that if he doesn't blurt this out immediately he'll forget it. He keeps alternating between clipped briefness like he's trying to give a mission report and...well...babbling.]

[So it's like he's trying to give a really bad mission report.]


I remember how I got here.

[Yes, he sounds horribly pleased about this. He doesn't hold much hope out for his memories, okay.]

It was the Autobots. They had a Stellar Spanner - which is impossible technology. They shouldn't have had it, which is why I had to go talk to it even though it was a glitched thing to do. Sorry, Blitz. Long story short, they caught me and decided to use me to test it. I can't exactly blame them. There is always a danger of finding yourself at the far reaches of the universe if something goes wrong with one, and that's if you're lucky. Or that's what we think, anyway. This is all theoretical. The only mech who had a Stellar Spanner before this was the Old One and he was...well, crazy's putting it lightly.

I freed myself, but it was too late by then. I couldn't get the Spanner to shut down once it had started. Rude, stubborn guy. I was sent through and the next thing I remember, I'm here.

The Stellar Spanner is transwarp technology. I don't know much about it; I'm not a physicist. Part of what I do know I'm not sure I can translate appropriately into any human language. I either don't know enough of human sciences or there is no translation yet, not helped by how the majority of my knowledge isn't from a fellow Cybertronian but solely from what I heard from the Spanner before it attempted to transport me, and my memory isn't as clear in this form. I'm not sure how much I've already forgotten.

[He dissolved into muttering toward the end there, but now he takes a deep breath and speaks up]

Simply: A Stellar Spanner is a method of teleportation across space and time - kind of like the Warp drives that were mentioned earlier, except it involves the..."spaces in between realities." [He hesitates] Not...subspace. It was talking about something else. Sorry. That's a rough translation at best and the Cybertronian glyph it used has fictional connotations, so I'm not sure how to best describe it. The Spanner wasn't exactly clear, either. No one is certain of how it works. I don't think even the Old One did. Slag, I don't think it did, and a machine that doesn't understand it's own function isn't the most stable of sources.

One consistency is that you need two Stellar Spanners to travel, or at least two very similar points; one at the beginning and one at the end. I'm not saying this is the reason for our existence here, but I obviously didn't make it to my intended destination.

[and obviously getting out is of MUCH MORE IMPORTANCE NOW thank you chase.]

LOCKED TO RATCHET )
 
 
14 December 2011 @ 08:08 pm
[ The video screen shows a little girl of about 11 with shoulder length brown hair. You've probably seen her reading a battered book, maybe waiting by the blue lift or following Robert Capa around (and occasionally even holding his hand). She's wearing the standard uniform, but right now? Right now she's more than a little spooked. ]

Anyone who's listening, this ship...

[ She's been exploring. And maybe a bit of the panic is because she's a little lost, too, and it shows on her face. ]

This ship. Something's not right. Something's going to happen but I don't know when or why--

[She closes her eyes, trying to breathe evenly. ]

Something is wrong.
 
 
13 December 2011 @ 08:22 pm
[ What up, Tranquility. There's a man on your video feed looking pretty damn tired, despite appearing (and acting) otherwise cheerful. Ohhhhh boy, it's been awhile since he's done his Temple TV stuff, but this is. Basically the same. Right? Okay. Just do it. ]

Hi. Connor Temple here. So, starting off, aside from the whole spaceship thing, I wanted to see how everyone's doing. Being lonely's pretty horrible, and if anyone's a bit under the weather, I know how you feel. Might do a film night, actually. There's gotta be some quality material in the media libraries—I haven't checked or anything, but some popcorn and a top 10 list shouldn't be too hard to find. So. Might be nice.

Moving on—I'm pretty good with technology, so if any of you need anything of yours fixed, I'd be happy to help. Otherwise, I'll be in the engineering department, on... well, some level for now, not sure which. So just give me a call if you need me, number zero-zero-one, zero-two-six, and I'll come running.

Okay, now everyone can ignore this next part. It won't apply to you. Unless your name is Abby Maitland. Then it will definitely apply.

[ Connor pauses for a moment, then speaks. His voice slides up a tiny bit in pitch when he does, hopeful and searching; he's looked for Abby, of course, scoured the medbay and passenger rooms within an inch of their lives—but he knows Abby's a smart woman, and she'd have made herself known if she was actually here. One more thing left for him to do, then. And that's ask the entire network. ]

So—if your name is Abby—you there?

[ There's wait of maybe thirty seconds. His eyes dart to the side, as if listening. No answer.

Not like he expected one. 8(
]

Worth a shot. Back to your regularly scheduled network program.

[ W e l p. Weak salute. That wasn't too bad, but he looks pretty crestfallen. Ughhhh, feelings. TIME TO BURY THEM IN WORK. Which brings him to... ]

> to: $ward / $resnik | TEMPLE encryption | 100%  )
 
 
12 December 2011 @ 12:27 am
[ Hi Tranquility. Are you ready dor a mouthfull? Cause you're getting it. Feed clicks on to show America, apparently just out of his jumpsuit and in his boxers. He's just seated on his bed, hair tousled a bit, evidently not very concerned about his appearance even though he's addressing who knows how many people. He's too lazy to get up. He's eating out of a bag of chips that he found aboard the ship when exploring the facilities; that is what he spent all day doing.
Giving the communicator a bit of a salute, he says something incoherent with his mouth full before flashing a grin. ]


HEEEEEY YOU GUYS. EVENING, DUDES, THIS IS YOUR HERO SPEAKING. GOT SOME IMPORTANT TO SAY. You better listen up, I've also got a surprise for you all! [ He adjusts his posture, throat clearing. ]

Hahaha, righto! SO! If you are unfamiliar with EARTH, or whatever, I've been awesomely awesome as usual and drew myself a map for you dudes so you can understand the very, VERY, important things about the Earth I've graciously drawn out for you. Yeah, I'm a nice guy! Hahahaaha! So, here we go! It looks something like THIS, are you ready?? Tony, bro, if you will please!

[ A little grey alien jumps into view, holding up a piece of paper which looks like this: ]

Cut for stereotypes )

HAHAA. RIGHT, so that totally accurate cause I drew it! Everything circled is MINE, and I pointed out my dick cause it has the HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH! This is for you slackers that didn't pay attention to American geography class for whatever reason!! Hahaha, so! On the subject of my dick, [ pointing to the map as he say all of this ] I'll just segway as to why THIS IS MY DICK. If you don't know what the shit I'm talking about, I'M GONNA EXPLAIN. [ A brief pause to stuff some chips in his mouth and he speaks, lips smacking before swallowing. ]

Cut for large-ass shitty explanation!! )