02 May 2015 @ 11:36 am
Something happened.

[there's a moment's pause. It's taking a lot to make this post. More than he thinks he's capable of. But after all that happened with dean--]

During the recent…invasion.

[okay. Right. He needs to just get it out and deal with the fallout afterwards. His voice sounds more certain when he continues. As though he's simply reciting a few facts as opposed to potentially gaining a ship full of enemies.]

Those who have been here for some time are likely aware of the existence of a creature from my world called a Hellhound. They are invisible beasts capable or tearing souls from the bodies of the living in order take them to Hell.

A number of them arrived during the recent invasion. But without passage to Hell available to them, they deposited those souls in a place they considered safe. Here, that meant the room assigned to me.

[and that's…where it gets difficult again.]

Souls are one of the strongest sources of power in existence, and my Grace had been depleting for some time. I didn't…think. I—

[okay. Let's try this again.]

There are those here who people may have noticed have been behaving differently since the invasion. They may not be sleeping as much, or they may be capable of pushing their bodies further than they should. They may be less empathetic than they once were.

There is a possibility that they are a victim of this. If that is the case, their souls are with me.

I need to return them.

[another pause, and a final--]

…I'm sorry.
01 February 2015 @ 02:28 pm
General relativity describes how space-time operates. As best as I can figure out, the only way that we can appear from different points in our own timeline has to do with the application of gravity. I don't know for sure, but I think that the Jump affects gravity in a manner that we don't understand yet. I keep redoing the equations, but there's a problem with the constants that I can't puzzle out. If we accept, though, a quantum model, that states that everything that can be will be (1=.9999999999999 into infinity) and that every movement of electrons at a quantum level can influence the separation of universes, then there's an infinite number of universes, right?

And we're all here because some function of the Jump Drive, that can influence matter at a quantum level. In another version of this universe, it's not you here. It's your brother, or your sister, or your cousin, or other people you don't know. But someone from your world is here in an untold number of universes, but in some universes this ship has reached a location, or has stopped moving and has killed everyone within, and space continues, bounded and infinite at once-

All right, let me start again.

I don't think that fear is any better than the things we're afraid of. Fear itself, right? It's paralyzing.

So I'm glad that's over.

I dropped a violin, the other day, during the...incidents. It was in a black case, and when I went back for it, it was gone. I would really like it if whoever picked it up could return it to me. It means a lot to me, and it's very delicate. I would like it back, please.
30 December 2014 @ 10:47 am
Is this quiet permanent? It's a little unnerving.

[ He means the literal quiet from the engines powering down, not the metaphorical quiet from the absence of overt disaster. The metaphorical quiet can stay. ]
26 November 2014 @ 06:47 pm
so if you see something that looks like mistletoe growing in the corner of your doorway
or elsewhere

DONT APPROACH IT especially with company
GET AWAY FROM IT or else set it on fire
carefully on fire
ill be along to take care of it later


[as part of the aftermath of space christmas, there may be some vicious mistletoe hanging around in certain doorways. some of it bites, and some of it growls, and some of it pursues you until you kiss the person you ran into on your way into the kitchen. classic wizard mistletoe prank gone slightly awry but also it's still funny. mistletoe began concentrated mostly on level 5, but it's spread itself upwards and downwards. and into the SEC offices. and elsewhere. feel free to say that you have been assaulted or do some threads of being assaulted in this post/your inboxes/useful log created for this purpose.]
13 November 2014 @ 02:53 am
[ katniss is slowly getting more comfortable with text. and so she decides to use the network for a quick answer to a question that's been bothering her. ]

Did anyone see Peeta Mellark at the jump?

Could someone go to his room and check on him?

[ you heard it here first, folks, katniss everdeen outsources manual labor. well, that or she's still worried he'll try to kill her. there's a reason she never gets assigned to patrol his former floor. ]
15 October 2014 @ 06:39 pm
I should probably join a department.

I’ve been on this ship for two and a half years. I’ve seen a lot of very strange things - masks and monsters and illness, not to mention the fact that about half of us suffer from insomnia and one time there was this mist that took over and - and people have died. Important people, like Chase, and people who I didn’t know, like Shale, and you meet people who change who you are and how you see the entire universe.

I'm good at math - better than good, I have a mind for math, I'm designed for it. If you think you're good at math, I promise, I'm better. I'm faster. I do math at a fundamental level of creation. Divine math.

I finally feel like I've woken up, and-

If you're new, you shouldn't hide under beds or behind things or under piles of insecurity because you think you're not cut out for it. We all want to go home. We're all afraid.

We all live here and we try to make the best of things but we all mess up occasionally and-

I need to find a better way to apologize.

Tell me the best way that doesn’t involve flowers or chocolate, please.

Private to Lucifer; 100% encryption

Can we talk about you turning my violin back to normal?
02 July 2014 @ 09:10 pm
How do you keep faith, here? How do you remember that God wants...how do you keep some kind of faith, keep from losing your mind with the things that happen to us?

My whole life I've heard God; all I had to do was listen and there He was, like music, like a symphony, and even when I was at the height of being terrified, there He was just working the notes of this great symphony. But then I followed that music, I followed Grigori, and I did something and now I can't hear anything, for the first time I've lost God and I just want Him back-

What if I did was unforgivable? What if saving another person isn't enough? What if what I did has stained my soul?

How do I keep believing that God loves me when I can't hear Him anymore?

How do you keep faith?
03 June 2014 @ 06:47 pm
Does anyone have any music? iPods, MP3 players, discmans
preferably not that last one that would be difficult/would probably break it
but I could use some tunes. The stuff in the media library is kind of alien but I'm taking recommendations.

I don't have much to trade with but I'm kind of mechanically handy
or I could give you skateboard lessons
also it's my first month here so yeah

my name's Peter.
12 April 2014 @ 04:38 pm
A query, for the ship...

I wonder, with what we do know about our predicament; and I admit, my knowledge is little when it comes to the gadgetry and computations that the running of this vessel requires; and what we do know about M. 'Smiley', as he is like to be called...

Well, how to put this?

[A pause and a breath, before tilting his head just softly and staring up at the camera.]

Smiley may not be human, is it so? This has been presented to me as an option. Not human, but digital?

And he has been upon the networks, in order to mock us. But the mocking has had a defined purpose, I have seen. Threats, that we "had better" fix problems-- both technical, and human in the case of the mutineer-- before it costs us our lives. That we "had better" keep the ship running. Yet, if it were not his will that it be fixed too, were it not in his best interest also, would he not use fear as a means of making us do his bidding?

If Smiley would guide us to to save our lives by saving the ship; perhaps it may mean that it is the improper course of action, after all? Perhaps we ensure his-- or it's-- safety by ensuring our own? And in doing so, we too may be responsible in part for leaving this vessel open to stealing more lives from their homes, more people from their families...

In other words, the question I would like to pose is this: If we knew, for fact, that the only way to stop the terrors on this ship and the kidnappings seen each month was in destroying the ship, thus protecting any future targets-- be they like us, or like those pirates, who were seen to summary execution...

Would you be willing to pay that price, to see that the right thing be done?

Dulce et decorum est pro mores mori.

Forgive me, if it is too morbid in thought. The question is surely a difficult one.
09 April 2014 @ 05:00 pm
Alaric Saltzman and Jenna Sommers went home. I know a lot of you were friends of theirs, and they were here for a long time. I'm sorry for your loss.

[ it's short, but elena doesn't really know what else to say. just that hurt to type, and she can't... she just can't. knowing what they're going back to, that jenna is dead and ric is going to go crazy and then die too... she doesn't want that for them, doesn't want to think about it.

for all the tranquility's faults -- and faults is putting it lightly -- she at least had jenna and ric. her family was mostly put back together, and it was safe so long as they didn't try to do anything stupid. now they're gone, and damon doesn't remember anything, and honestly, she just wants to go home. there's nothing here anymore that makes staying worth it.
08 April 2014 @ 09:08 pm
say you were here a year then went home
are you a year older or not

[he's not really looking for answers, but they're there regardless. he's still in the process of putting everything back together again, and this is simply easier to focus on.

plus it gives a certain group a heads up too]

what number jump was that

[locked to beacon hills gang]

how many of you recognize this
or have heard of a nogitsune

[how many of you were sent back too?]

we should probably talk
all of us
25 March 2014 @ 03:37 am
[Curiosity can not always be attributed entirely to the literal demons of our nature. Particularly not if we've nearly been killed by imprisonment in an intemperate spaceship, courtesy of a dehydrated saboteur, who may or may not be experiencing ventricle shrinkage in her brain. Mostly, William wonders if there's an insanity plea aboard the Tranquility, and whether they reserve adversarial justice for the Tranquility's native bogeys.

Possessed guys need to know.]

is this martial law, common law, civil, utterly fucking irrelevant, or written down anywhere?

What justice awaits Charlotte Daniau?
24 March 2014 @ 09:17 pm
Statistically, there is a 7% chance that someone will forget an important date - a birthday or something considered equally significant. If that's the case, then what is the proper protocol if they are aware of it but not entirely certain it's true?

Does it matter if there is no emphasis placed upon it? If it's only briefly mentioned-- Would a... gift be the correct course of action? And if so, what?

But I suppose, then, we must ask ourselves what will happen if we also forget. If we ever truly understood it in the first place.

... how do you remember if it can be so easily overwritten?
24 March 2014 @ 10:58 am
[ Charles is all dressed up, for all that a three-piece suit sans tie is standard wardrobe -- nevertheless, he's visibly put together, with a kind of contained, low-key excitement that puts a hint of energy in delivery.

The backdrop is hard to make out. Vaguely shadowed. Industrial lines. A light source of an indefinite nature. ]

Hello, Tranquility. I wanted to draw your attention to a project currently in the making. Some of you may know that we once had a genetics and xenobiology department. While this has since closed its final chapter, it's now begun anew.

I'm looking for individuals with experience in both practical science as well as, or alternatively, study classed in the realms of magic. Our aim is to create a research division that focuses on the exploration of the physical and metaphysical environment within this new realm, and our place in it. We've all been thrown together in a space we don't understand, affected by it uniquely, with no record or formalised effort made into understanding the interactions of so many disparate worlds and rules, and the laws of nature that now govern us all.

To talk very briefly about myself -- if you don't already know, my name is Professor Charles Xavier. In my home world, I studied genetics, and the development of extraordinary talents gifted to a new minority. Where I left off and came here, I was in the process of forming an institution that would allow fellow mutants to explore their powers with an aim to provide an educated perspective, both on the mechanics of their unique talent as well as the scientific commonalities between themselves and those like them. I come, now, bearing these experiences, but I know that it isn't enough.

None of us, on our own, are enough -- no matter how educated or informed we may be.

However, I think I can provide a useful perspective, with the help of other useful perspectives. It's my belief that aside from the original crew [ and the corner of his mouth ticks up ] we're all eligible for being classed under xenobiology. I will see to it that this division will, eventually, offer physical or psychic therapy to anyone who may require it, be they witch, mutant, or something else. Additionally, there are several of us who find our natures have changed since arriving on the Tranquility, and if you would like to know why, perhaps we can discover that answer together.

Joining me is Professor Severus Snape, who I'll defer to in all matters of an explicitly magical nature. If you'd like to be a part of this division, then please reply with what you would like to contribute, as well as what you'd like to get out of it yourself. Or any questions you might have, of course, if you're not sure of either. We will also need a filing clerk, eventually, and anyone with a good grasp on hardware, you know, those things I'm at a personal deficit with.

We're also the only division that doesn't currently provide critical functionality to the ship, so you can count on casual Fridays and drinks after five.

[ His hands tap flat against the edge of the desk, pushing himself away from it slightly. Pleased with himself. That was some xavier.txt teal deer. I apologise. ]

But no, thank you for listening, I'll stop rambling on now.
08 March 2014 @ 05:07 pm
Another Jump has come and gone.

[ hey, Tranquility. Lucrezia Borgia's hair falls freely down her back today and her cheeks are rosy and her lips are smiling. though if you know Lucrezia Borgia, and many do by now, you would perhaps recognize something in her smile, a twinkle in her eye which is impish. ]

I have counted more than twelve jumps, near fifteen and my days on this ship had been many yet today I come to you with a plea, Tranquility.

[ notice the faux!serious expression on her face. ]

There is a man upon this ship who had promised me a most wonderful promise many months ago and failed to see it through. I do not know if it is a regular affair in this person's world to break a promise made to a lady but I have come before you seeking justice from him so he would see it done. Duel him, pester him, chase him down at my name, if you wish it. Only bring him before me or tell him to present himself to me and be given punishment for said offense.

His name is Sirius Black. He is taller than me with dark hair and mischievous eyes and a talent in magic and he had given me his word that he will hold a Christmas upon this vessel. I do not know the months but surely not celebrating it at all is worse than trying to. My Holy Father would say the attempt is as important as the result. I trusted Sirius Black with such and here I am, months afterwards and nearly married -

[ allow her to look very pleased for a moment ]

And not a Christmas in sight. That said, I call upon my friends to deliver him to me so we may settle this matter once and for all.
22 February 2014 @ 10:05 pm
Good evening, Tranquility. I have two queries, unrelated.

With regards to the science department, I'd like to be directed towards any appointed leaders in this structure, as I have some general questions that might save me a bit of reading. Both in regards to whether I can be of assistance, and what has happened previously. I refer, of course, to the laboratories.

My second question pertains to the red-worded Smiley character. I think it wants this Charlotte person harmed, as opposed to simply found. As much as I too find her posting rather concerning, I'm moved to wonder what it could possibly gain from her being stopped. Or silenced.

I realise neither of those possess a single question mark. You'll have to humour me. You're welcome to use the picture/sound communications if that's easier.

Prof. Charles Xavier

Addendum: A third question, for those with technological and/or magic skill. Apropos of nothing, is there a means of securing a posting against one individual?
16 January 2014 @ 07:10 pm
[Eric really isn't the type for posting to the networks himself, but he has a need. A very specific one. With all of this temperature fluctuation, he needs to keep his body temperature more stable, since for some ungodly reason the changes in temperature actually bother him this semester. And that means regular feedings. Normally his smaller collection of donors is more than sufficient each month. This month, however, is far, far from normal.

When Eric turns on the camera he sits very still, legs crossed, hands folded in his lap. He's trying hard not to look as miserable as he feels, with all of this hot and cold that he's not supposed to be able to feel. And he's putting up a rather impressive front, at that. Behind him, Godric stands, just as still and straight himself, although a soft smile graces his own features.]

Ladies. Gentlemen. [The corner of his mouth quirks slightly, a show for the camera.] And the rest of you, whatever you are.

We're looking for volunteers. Donors, if you must be specific about it. Some of you might remember a similar request a while ago. Unfortunately, Captain Kirk is no longer here to speak on our behalf. That does not mean that we are asking you to blindly offer yourselves up. There are those on the ship that can vouch for our character in his stead.
[He won't name names specifically on such a public forum, but they know who they are, and they should know that they're called to account, here with these words.]

I'll give you the Sparknotes version. Godric and I are Vampire. We drink blood, it is how we survive. Without it, we starve. [His eyes are fiercely blue.] Or freeze, as the case may be. As it stands, we need more than usual to make ends meet this month, thanks to the ship fucking around with its temperature changes, and deciding we need to share in the same effects. And that is where you come in.

[It is Godric's turn to speak up now, sensing that his progeny's temper is getting the better of him for the moment.] We have regular volunteers who donate to us, and their contributions are usually more than enough. But this is an usual situation, and we do not wish to overburden them. We're asking for temporary volunteers to supplement what we already receive. And any form of donation will do; if you have your blood drawn in the medical bay, they can set it aside for us at your request.

[Eric shifts in his seat, leaning against one of the arms of the chair.] Donors may remain anonymous, should you decide to take us up on this request. [He brings a hand up to rest his chin his hand. He sounds slightly bored with the spiel, and rehearsed as well, as though this sort of announcement and public speaking in general really isn't new to him at all.] Questions?

((ooc: Blue is Eric and green is Godric! There will be a log for this up shortly as well so keep an eye out for that!))

Everyone's really sweaty. Maybe you should take showers 'fore you guys get smelly...

[Groooooss. No but anyway, Takeshi doesn't really seem to be feeling the heat this month. The only time he takes off his explosive-resistant, flame retardant Gantz powersuit is to shower in cold water, so the temperature control is in full effect and he seems completely relaxed (and confused) about everything. It's not like he has his mom and dad around this month to say 'hey, Takeshi, the air is like crazy hot'. Nope. Him and his panda Hoi Hoi (who is casually sitting behind him, chewing on bamboo retrieved from the forest) seem to be in high spirits and dealing with things on their own. Mostly in their room or in the gardens.

... Yeah no, they've been pretty much shut-ins about this whole affair.]

You can all jump in the pool! You'll feel better there. Then will people wanna go play? We can practice in the gym. Keep our muscles super strong! [He flexes one bicep, and it seems like maybe he's finally slowly growing into that large kid sweater he's worn since forever.] I'm learning how to de—how to defend myself! It's important because there's always lots of reasons to fight. When I was at home, big robots were blowing stuff up and killing lots of people, and that's why I need to be strong.

Don't lots of people here have things they gotta fight at home? I met someone who fought aliens at home, too.

We gotta stay ready! 



Muscle Rider can be proud of all of us! All of us!

21 November 2013 @ 04:03 pm
I don't sleep very much.

I had terrible insomnia before the month that we all had it together and it was worse than usual. I have nightmares. They're the kind of nightmares that feature spinning discs covered in eyes, with small, flaming babies in the center.

But I never had dreams of experimentation on prisoners.

Castiel's gone. I don't know where he went. Every time I feel like I have a handle on things we get demons or insomnia or we share memories and I'm starting to feel like we're the prisoners and this is a giant experiment on social thought, and this isn't space at all, that every time we've docked or been boarded it's just another piece of this ridiculous experiment.

I'm so tired.
30 October 2013 @ 09:34 pm
[The video clicks on to show Cora looking really annoyed about the fact it's video. She'd prefer to go text, but if there's the off chance seeing her face will speed this process up, she's going to take it. It's been several hours since the memories started again, and she's already nursing a migraine. If there was one thing she could say she completely hated, these days, it was feeling ill.]

I'm looking for a guy called Sirius. Padfoot.

[Her tone conveys exactly what she thinks of both these names.]

If that isn't enough I've got a head full of waving sticks around and flying on brooms. And motorcycles. Hogwarts. Gryffindor. Regulus and Slytherin.

[That last one might be straying too close to the things she doesn't think she should broadcast openly, and she frowns, looking even more annoyed - even if it's actually at herself.]

Just respond so I can get rid of this damn headache already.