[ Ryo's been here too long to have not address the ship's network. He's not been nervous, exactly, but he's always preferred to suss out a situation before leaping headlong into it. Unfortunately, the Tranquility has taken a little longer to understand than most other things.

He's going to keep it simple, especially considering the current state of things. ]

I'd like to speak to some of my fellow security officers, please.

My name is Dr. Gaius Baltar.

[ Gaius has taken his time before actually making legitimate contact with the wider ship; he had to stop being completely miserable and half-panicked, first. That said, he still appears somewhat drawn and hopelessly paranoid, nerves just visible beneath an articulate speaking voice.

He's also smoking, which might steal away some credibility or formality. Might. He appears to be in his quarters, dressed down from business casual, all open collar and lacking a tie or actual effort in grooming. ]

My expertise is in computer science and engineering, with extensive and practical experience in the navigational systems of ships that regularly utilise faster than light travel -- the jumps, as they are colloquially identified.

I also know what the hardware looks like for ships that do not require human stasis to make its journeys. Considering the potential of investigation into this option along with general upkeep, I feel my experience would be invaluable to the Tranquility, and I am willing to lend it.

My only request is that I am granted a free and frank conversation with the ship's commanding officer, as senior as possible. As President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, I feel it necessary to engage in a higher level conversation on the decisions made for this ship, and my cooperation with its management.

...cheers.

[ private to lisbeth salander ]

I should have something for you to look at in the morning.

[ It's about that time again. The one where Bells is particularly bored, lacking a little (okay, a lot) in manners and really just can't stand all the messages and videos going around that kind of seem unimportant. Rather than laying in his bed, however, he's just standing in the hall outside his room. ]

Hi, sooo. I've got a few things to get off my chest, and I'm sure since the majority of you are the sharing-and-caring, touchy-feely types, you'll probably listen. If not, that's cool too. Okay. [ Just get on with it. ] Here's the thing:

People disappear all the time. They leave or die or simply vanish without a clue. It happens. No amount of feeling sorry for 'em or anyone else is gonna get you anywhere. They're gone. They're not coming back. The best you can do, if you can even call it that, is hope that whatever's left is at some sort of peace.

Sometimes, that doesn't help either. Stilllll. This ship isn't the worst thing out there. I haven't been here all that long, but I'm pretty sure that works for just about every situation.

[ He takes a breath - this is a particularly long speech for him - and holds up two fingers to indicate his second thought. ]

That being said—I know it's been a while since I've seen this many humans wandering around of their own free will, but seriously. What the fuck are you doing? Shouldn't you be more worried about getting off this boat rather than trying to stay? Can we even do that? 'Cause I'll eventually need some things that don't exist here, and it's kinda driving me crazy.

[ Up comes the third finger. ]

And I don't usually do this either, but uh. Does anyone throw parties? Maybe it should be, well, a thing. How can something this big be this boring? Fuck. I don't get it. [ He drops his hand and just shrugs. ] Yeah. I guess that's all for now.

[ ...oh, hi. Finally, after what feels like forever - and boy, does he really know about that one - he's managed to access the video function of the device. He's thinking about naming it, but that's neither here nor there. For the most part, he's stretched out on his bed and panning it around the room to give everyone a nice view of his, otherwise, not so great accommodations. ]

Soooo. [ Give him a sec. He's trying to sound serious. ] I've definitely lived in worse, but this is all kinds of lame. I mean, what Circle of Hell did I crawl into? Not like it's real important or anything. Just, uh, curious...

[ Then, the video centers on him. He's somehow twisted the uniform around so it doesn't seem as restricting around the arms, and his hair is a wild mess of blond and bits of red. But the important thing is that he's grinning. Possibly a little strung out. Who knows for sure? ]

I've always been pretty bad about this sort of thing, but I guess I should state my name and all that. In case someone's keeping track. Name's Beleth. Well, no. That's not too accurate now. It was Beleth a looong time ago.

Bells is fine. B, E, uh. Whatever. Just Bells, and only Bells. Good? Good.

Now that we've straightened that out, I've got two questions for anyone willing to answer 'em. Number one: if I need to find a little lost lamb, just where am I supposed to look? Annnd. [ A smirk. ] Two: what's a guy to do for fun around here? Staring at the same stuff is bound to get boring after a while, and I'm already pretty bored.

[ He ends the feed with a yawn. ]

[ there's the rustling of fabric, and a breath before irene speaks. she's tapping something against her palm as she does, a steady counterrhythm to her words.]

So it seems we've managed to get through a jump without any unfortunate mishaps. What a lovely change of pace.

Heyyyyyy, this is Ned.

[ Heyyyyyy, that's not Ned. That's a golden retriever panting into the screen. The Pie Maker eventually leans into view while the dog moves aside. Definitely a dog with manners. ]

How many of us on board have... pets? [ —Can't quite pinpoint the right word. He really means Digby as a friend rather than a pet. "Pet" doesn't sit well on his tongue, a taste he would easily spit and replace with... "a best friend." The lightened mood in his expression is evident, reunited and doomed together in space, but it's just a little odd how carefully distanced he is from the dog, clasping his hands together. An allergy seems to be the logical excuse. ]

I'm sure Digby would enjoy the company. He does at home, but you know, that's not really the case anymore. [ A pause. Something he had forgotten: ] Yeah, to the newcomers... Ned. Digby. [ A bark. ] Hi.

For those of us who aren't wandering headlong into an exciting adventure aboard the first outpost most of us have ever seen - let's get to know one another better.

Why did you decide to stay? Really, when given the opportunity to go down to an alien outpost and explore, why did you decide not to go? Could be that it's a lot more fun down there than up here. Seems a shame to stay behind, actually.