[ See comments for action headers! Flying lessons, shuttle repair sessions and chapel interactions available! ]

My name is Leoben Conoy. I'm with Flight. For you guys who volunteered to learn to use the shuttles, I'll be giving one on one sessions. They're in your own time if you're not already a full time trainee, minimum two hour sessions. They need to be booked in advance, but we can schedule ahead of time; we're all very busy.

I'm also available to train some of you in the basics of repair. We'll use the shuttles, because they need the work, and also many of the systems are simplified versions of the bigger thing. If you ever wanted to find out how to help out when things are broken, this is your chance. Maybe I can show you how to get in and outta the spacesuits, too.

If anyone is interested-- [ And here he scratches the side of his head awkwardly. ] I'll be teaching yoga in the oxygen gardens at oh seven hundred every morning. It's a hobby of mine, from my time on Caprica.

[ Leoben's voice has been soft but authoritative throughout, firm, but now he smiles and cocks his head slightly to one side. He seems to sparkle on this topic: ]

Finally I uh--I wanted to know... I read that there are some of you on the ship who worship various gods, and I want to hear all about it.

Alex Summers is gone.

[ why not immediately get that out of the way. anderson isn't looking particularly happy about it — and she isn't. he'd been one of her closest friends aboard, more of a brother than anything else.

at the edge of the video feed, a dog appears, nudging her, and anderson reaches out to pet anya for a moment before dropping her hand and squaring her shoulders. ] If anyone wants self-defense lessons, to spar, or to get a tour of gunnery, let me know.

[ staying busy is the best way she knows to deal with things. ]

Hey - it's Raven. Got a couple more things.

1. If you need me, I'm in Engineering 70% of the time and 2/3s of the rest is split between flight and comms. You can usually catch me by communicator, but if not, Jasper's your guy. He can do damn near anything I can these days, and even if he can't he'll get word to me. And yeah, I'm still open for freelance mechanics. If you've got something to trade, there's not too much I won't build you.

2. Figured I should put out an official apology for the small controlled explosion a few weeks back. I'm not here to lie to you, we're not actually all that sorry. We've just got enough to deal with without the underqualified safety brigade crawling up our ass.

3. A buddy showed up on the Jump and I'm getting sick of his face. Somebody put his ass to work, yeah? Finn Collins. He'd be good in Comms, or any job that asks you to do stupid stunts with a doofy grin.

Raven Reyes, by the way. I realized I should probably specify.


[ ooc | taking this opportunity to say that since her post last month, she's picked up a good handful of shifts each in both flight crew and comms, as per the advice/reccs she got last time. if you run one of those departments and need me to do anything/fill out any forms for that, lemme know! and if you work in one of them, it's safe to pretend they've at least said 'hi' in the last couple of weeks if you want to tag in with a little familiarity under their belt. ]

[A young woman with bright green eyes and a contrasting white streak at the front of her brown hair looks into the camera. Only a little skin, her face, her neck, and a little bit of her décolletage is visible. As the feed starts, she stops biting her lower lip and addresses the camera:]

Hey, ya'll. Has anyone seen a necklace 'round here? I lost it a few weeks ago, and I've been looking, but I can't find anything. It's small- a silver cross, no bigger than a nickel. It's got a tiny diamond on it, too. It's mostly sentimental, so if you see it, could you let me know?

My name's Rogue, if that helps you locate me. Thanks so much! [She gives a small wave with a gloved hand.]

( now that she's had some time to recover from the outbreak of "plague", elizabeth deems herself presentable enough to appear to the ship as a whole. she might have pinched her cheeks a little to inject some colour and done her hair up in ribbons to look her best; but she has done so for more reasons than simply to flatter her pride or vanity. her smile is sweet and gentle, though it does not reach her eyes. her gaze instead is quiet and thoughtful, because this is a tremendously bittersweet occasion for her. )

Greetings, Tranquility. Within the past several months, we have all suffered and lost many who are and will ever be dear to us. Far too much to be borne by anyone within the realm of reason. Yet we have, and I daresay grown together as a community as a result. That gladdens me a great deal.

Each day we have is precious. We know not when the next bout of unpleasantness may strike upon us, nor when any of us might vanish from this ship, returned to our homes. While things are peaceful, I would celebrate that fact. That we are here and alive, and in the company of those we have come to care for. Some of you are as dear to me as members of my own family.

( ok, the sappy part is done with. her eyes light up with good cheer now. )

Thus, I invite all of you to a feast held within the kitchens of the first floor, four days hence. It will do us good, I think to feast and be merry together.

I will need some aid in this endeavour, though, should any of you wish to lend a hand in acquiring foodstuffs and preparing the meal itself. I will both owe you a favour and be eternally grateful. Also, should any of you wish to have a specific dish at the table, please do share the recipe for it with me if you know it.

What say you?

[When the feed opens, Taylor isn't in the SEC offices. She's in one of the holodecks, recognisable from the walls behind her.]

My name's Tyke, I'm head of Security here. Petrelli's already told you all how thin on the ground the departments are getting, so I won't repeat - you've got any combat or policing experience, you want in the Security department, contact me or Edgeworth for recruitment.

Thing is we're thin on the ground all the way. Thirty-three floors housing approximately two-hundred bodies. We're scattered. It makes us vulnerable. Blind spots for this place to use when it wants to fuck with us.

[Like randomly luring people out into the dark. That had been too easy, even with so many of the contacting other people.]

We're moving to consolidate population before the next jump. Bottom ten floors, more than enough room for everyone. Find an empty room, lock it to your nanites, it's yours. You need a hand moving your shit, my team'll help. This is gonna take the strain off Agriculture's supply runs, our security patrols, and let everyone look out for each other. It'll keep us stronger. Safer.

[She sounds determined, steady about it. This is what they need to do. Should have done months ago, when Jenna had first suggested it. Regrets on that aren't going to help, though, and she looks away, tips her head slightly.]

Meantime, figured some of us might wanna let out some frustrations. [There's a very faint smile in the corner of her mouth, and it fades quickly.] Fight club, Holodeck 3. Same rules as always: no weapons, hand-to-hand only, no abilities unless agreed upon by both fighters. Someone taps out or goes unconscious, fight is over. Spectators welcome.

[[ooc: accompanying mingle/fight log over here! ]]

[[ETA: and a spreadsheet for claiming a new room! You can't unclaim your original room and please be reasonable with how many you take!]]