18 March 2015 @ 09:59 pm
VIDEO: here )

Hello Tranquility,

My friend left recently, so I'm afraid that her cat is in need of new companionship. He and I are all right but I'm hoping that someone might do better. He's quite self-sufficient mind you, we just don't get on quite like that. He's brilliant. Honestly, he's solved huge criminal intrigues before regular people have.

If you're able to adopt him, I'd like to check in every now and again for awhile. Cheers,

14 January 2015 @ 09:46 pm
Hello. Hi-- my name is Harry Potter.

[The boy-- young man, really, who sits in front of the camera presents with round-lensed spectacles and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which is barely visible under the tousle of his very black forelocks. Something about the whiteness of his face and the uneven press of his lips suggests that what he has to say is very difficult for him; it is.

Blood has been thundering his ears for the past hour; since Draco Malfoy let slip Professor Snape's name so casually. As if-- as if.]
I'm looking for someone. Well, two someones, really. There's, um, a man-- he'll look a lot like me. No scar, [he thumps the heel of his hand on his forehead demonstratively,] but he'll have black hair and he'll be really thin. I'm also looking for a woman. She'll have red hair and green eyes. Their names are James and Lily. James and Lily Potter.

[A beat.]

I've got a picture, right here. [A slight fiddling of the camera, and then he raises up the black-and-white photograph to see, its image curiously animate.

The couple depicted therein are smiling, their faces alive with sincere mirth; the wind picks up and twirls Lily's desaturated hair a little, doesn't put a dent in James' rumpled mop, but doesn't make it much worse either. Harry holds it up long enough for the camera to focus; long enough for the breeze to go through twice, for James to swing her around twice, for Lily to dip at the waist twice, her fingers tight around her husband's. Then Harry again. He's gotten whiter since the last time he was in the screen.]
Please let me know if you've seen them here. Cheers.

[OOC:] Please consider this backdated near Jump day.
14 January 2015 @ 05:21 am
[ Erik’s voice is low and rough, raw tension metered in the effort he makes to keep himself in check. ]

There is no force in this universe that has our best interests at heart.

We’re stowaways on a stolen warship. Van Rijn is hunting for us.

From what little we know of him, we may deduce that he is not a man celebrated for his mercy. If we are taken on Van Rijn’s terms, we will be subject to his rule -- not as people, but as scientific curiosities. Collateral damage. Pirates. Witnesses. He has no obligation to follow through on any promise his men make.

We are not citizens of this world. We don’t have rights.

Be discreet. Keep communications apprised of any contact you have with his crew. If we are to engage with him, it must be on our terms. If his forces breach this vessel, be prepared to fight for your lives.

[ There’s a pause, as if he’s checking notes. ]

For those of you unfamiliar with the basic operation of Tranquility-issue space suits and armaments, now is the time to learn.

[ ...And a moment of silence for his self-control buckling under the strain of formal address. ]

As of this moment, if I discover that any one of you has taken it upon yourselves to pander away further intelligence on this ship or your fellow passengers in exchange for safe passage -- hope that Van Rijn finds you before I do.

[ He ends that sentence, and so the transmission, with a bristling quiver at the tail of his diction and an abrupt punch of his forefinger. Magneto out. ]
17 November 2014 @ 10:42 pm
cw: suicide

Locked to Heather Mason | video | 0% encryption


[Wherever William is, it's dark. By now, he's been missing for more than a day; perhaps even two. Granny Weatherwax is ruling Medical Bay with talons of iron, but that isn't to say his absence has been overlooked. That is to say rather the obvious. His face is white like a plastic bag that can't make up its mind whether it's drowning or floating in pooled darkness.] Um.

I fucked up. I thought I could get out of range, but it all went tits up.

Locked to Severus Snape | text | 0% encryption

its me. I did it. im really fucking sorry but

I dont know how to make it stop.

i think this is why i wasnt sleeping. wasnt it?

I guess it doesnt matter now. I marked the way but I lost all of it. i dont think Ive got options left this point. sorry. again.
16 November 2014 @ 07:29 pm
This is Sgt Brad Colbert, Security. Seems like a few individuals have gone completely fucking mad and are attacking others.

Ground rules: don't kill them. Pretty fucking sure it's not their choice. Don't fucking engage unless you can handle yourself.

Stay safe, stay in groups of lucid individuals, stay frosty.

[ the text message is accompanied by a SECURITY PING. locked to the best of his ability with the new network to sec individuals is the following: ]

First priority is keeping everyone safe. That includes the fucking mental ones. Separate them, detain them, put them in fucking brig. Work together, I don't want anyone fucking dying.

[ and he adds, a moment later: ] Tyke's indisposed.
13 November 2014 @ 09:32 am
so what do we know?

[ ooc: threadjacking encouraged! ]

[L’s voice is the voice he’d use for any public announcement: smooth, measured, calm, not betraying much of the intense irritation and frustration that the network crash has caused him in the previous few weeks.]

Greetings. This is Ryuuzaki, speaking for the Communications Department.

The recent problems with the network were caused by an attack on our systems by a particularly malicious virus. Its effect was to systematically overwrite existing material with random characters. The department itself had no control over this and no effective way to stop it.

When network service returned, it was because a fail-safe rebooted the network software itself, something we’ve never had the authority to do -- or, to be honest, the desire. We are now active on the ship’s original network, and have learned that the system that we’ve always used in the past was actually a subnetwork.

[As far as he’s concerned, every bit of this is a clue about why posts from prior to the arrival of the first wave of passengers are only sporadically available. Was the network previously rebooted in response to an infection with the same virus, or something even worse? That doesn’t explain how they would have ended up on a subnetwork, but it might explain much of the rest of it.]

As some of you may have noticed, nothing posted prior to the network’s return has been accessible since then. One of the functions of the Communications department is to archive network activity, and fortunately, we were able to back up the vast majority of the network as it existed before the emergency shut-down.

I’ll be posting what I can of that archive in a minute. However, please be aware that we don’t have the technical capacity to make this available to you in the format you’re used to, and that any posts from the old system that had been subject to an encryption created by one of us are completely incompatible with the new one.

[A beat of silence.]

Related to that: while we’ve been trying, no one in the department has yet been able to create new encryptions that work on this network, and the built-in privacy function seems to be much stronger and more reliable than it was before. We can’t say that the privacy function will be reliable forever -- very likely, it will be broken in the future, which will compromise the security of anything you’ve done using it -- but it appears that it’s currently dependable. This also does not rule out the possibility that someone we’re not aware of has the ability to break it already.

If you’re able to create an encryption that the network will accept, or if you simply have skills in this area that you’d be willing to put to work, please let us know, and please consider joining the department. [He is now turning on the charm, such as it is, and sounds slightly wittier and less serious than he had earlier in his announcement.] We’re not short-staffed at the moment, but we wouldn’t want to let your talents go to waste.

Those of you who don’t have talents in this area should consider joining another department. Agriculture could certainly use your help, even if it’s only for a few hours a week.

[The lightness in his tone now vanishes.]

On an associated note, if you receive any anonymous messages in your inbox, particularly from someone calling themselves Lina, or attempting to strike up a conversation and fish for information, please let us know. The same goes for any situation in which your communication device otherwise behaves in an unexpected way, and if you can visit the Comms Hub with your communicator while any of these things are still ongoing, so much the better. We’re located near the Bridge.

We’re aware that it’s common to come from a place where this kind of network communication is unusual. If you need help learning how your device works, let us know. We also have several programs which can be added to it, and some people may be able to make music or game files available to you. Those were programmed for your communicators, not the network itself, so it appears that they’re still compatible.

Finally… [a hint of regret enters his voice]... as of the jump several days ago, Clara Oswald has left the ship.

If you have any further problems involving the network, please contact me or Bail Organa.

Thank you. Comms out.


[Filtered to Tyke | Private]

If we learn that someone onboard has falsified an anonymous conversation similar to the one I just mentioned on the network, particularly if they do so in the future, can Security consider a suitable punishment? I had to discuss the messages here, but doing it so publicly is likely to encourage pranksters. I'd really prefer that they didn't waste my time.

Likewise, we’re still looking into the matter of the virus. If it turns out that someone is responsible for it, I’d like them to be subject to brig time.


[OOC: Please note that even the most talented hackers won’t be able to get into posts marked private for at least three months, and new characters will probably need about that much time to get up to speed with this system after they come in! It will not be a smooth road, either: the new system has many built-in blocks and tricks, and some hacking attempts will even flag SEC.

The link within the post is to an open Comms log. Please have your character drop in if they're interested in being tutored in the ins and outs of smartphones, or if they want to ask a question, or if they want to bug someone who's trying to work.

The batch archive of posts from the old network is here! It covers everything prior to November 1, 2014, or a week before the 37th jump by TQ Reckoning. Notes related to technical aspects are on that post.]
10 November 2014 @ 06:16 pm
[ If you’ve never seen someone who’s very close to death, you have now. The image broadcast is of a wearied-looking soldier who is fairly torn up, sporting dozens of gashes to the face and badly-cracked military-grade armor. The woman in question looks tired, yes, but there’s something almost relieved about her expression, about the way she sighs long and deep before speaking, taking her time in sending out a message. ]

Never thought being dead would look and feel just like living. [ Does that sound too unamused? Ah, well. She pauses, considers what to say; it’s difficult when you’ve recently been more or less dissolved into atoms and then woke up in a gooey pod. Among... other things. ]

This is Command-- [ The woman cuts off, brows knit as she reconsiders. ] ... This is Shepard, formerly Commander of the SSV Normandy, Alliance Navy. I don’t know where this is, exactly, but I think I know what it’s supposed to be.

[ Do the specifics of the afterlife matter so much once you're dead, though? Shepard smiles distantly, voice surprisingly easy despite all the unknown factors. ]

I need to find the bar. Promised someone I’d be there.
08 November 2014 @ 10:57 pm
[Wash is looking a bit frazzled, but he's still managing a friendly smile]

Hi Tranquility. Reckon I've had time to get to know a lot of you over the past year or so, but with folk always coming and going it doesn't hurt to introduce myself. I'm Wash and I'm a pilot by trade.

And in a lot of ways it's the going I want to talk to you about. I'm on the Flight Crew and as of the last jump, there's just three of us left. And one of us is a kid. [No offense intended, kid, but you haven't learned to fly]

We're always looking for more members on the crew, but we're particularly looking right about now. Have experience but already in another department? We could still use a hand now and then. Already doubling up too much but know how to fly? We'd at least like to know who we have available if we have to get out of here in a mighty hurry. No experience but eager to help? I'll show you the ropes myself if I have to.

And it's probably worth mentioning that a lot of what we do isn't flying. The shuttles get damaged every jump, so we need people who can help us get them back into working order. [Seriously this job is never ending.]

So if you want to help, just give me a wave and let me know what skills you've already got. We can figure the rest out from there.
03 November 2014 @ 06:56 pm
[ One Lily Potter shows up in-frame as soon as it focuses, for once not smiling but smirking just a little: it changes the plane of her face just like that. There's nothing really strange about the feed until she moves back: there in the background of the feed is one Remus J. Lupin laid out sweaty and graceless on the floor, though once he realizes he's visible he props up on his elbows to laugh. Before she speaks she reaches up to tie her hair back, glancing back at Remus before looking back to the camera. She looks a little sweaty and haggard maybe but otherwise fine: she was stressed and tired before, now she's exerted herself more. It's fine. There's still something lingering behind her eyes but it's hard to place what it is. ]
Hello, Tranquility.
[ Um. ]

Things have been a little stressful lately so it seemed like an idea to offer some contained and supervised sparring. Unfortunately I'm generally rubbish with physical combat—[ Felt pretty physical on my end Remus chimes in from the floor, only barely audible. It will be in a minute if you don't stop hamming it up Lily replies, sweet as anything while casually threatening a dude she lay out flat, before continuing. ]—but I was wondering if any other magic users were willing to give it a go. Nothing too intense, like I said, sparring, keep your skills in top shape.
I'm afraid I've already exhausted one taker. [ :) :) luv u Remus sorry she kicked ur butt ]
Anyway! We've overtaken a rec room on floor eleven so that we won't be in anyone's way or disturbing anyone. I'm medical staff so I can oversee if needed. We'll be here a bit, so feel free to stop by. Don't feel shy if you just want to watch, either.
Maybe it'll become a thing.

27 October 2014 @ 07:58 am
[ The screen flickers for the briefest moment before Gwen appears in the image. Her blonde hair is tied into a ponytail, she's got her labcoat on, and the lights are ... well, clearly on emergency mode.

She is half-worried the message won't go through the way some of the texts on the network haven't been working too well (which was part of the reason she opted for video, besides providing a face to an important message) but it seems to settle itself. And the light is strong enough that the image of her shouldn't be too dark.

In her best professional voice: ]

Hi. My name is Gwen Stacy and I'm part of the Xenobiology and Genetics Department on this ship. On behalf of the department, I just wanted to let everyone know that due to both recent events and previously disappearing laboratory floors, the Xenogen labs are closed until further notice.

If anyone still needs a member of the department for anything, we will be available.

And if anyone has any questions, let us know. Thank you for your understanding.

[ It's short and to the point. And once Gwen finishes, polite smile and all, the screen goes blank. ]

[ ooc: sooo ... just a note that this doesn't actually block anyone from going to the labs if they really want to. ]
09 October 2014 @ 01:55 pm
where's josh?

[ that's it that's the post. normally, she would make the obvious assumption, but since the jump was like 500% more freaky this time it seems to bear asking. ]
09 October 2014 @ 12:06 pm
[ Simon comes into view unsmiling and still, standing framed by one of the unadorned walls of his room. ]

Those of you who aren't human. Or are more than only human. If you lie low, or pass, or hide—why? [ He's quiet, with an Irish accent and a cadence that's steady verging on mumbly, and intently focused. He's not uncomfortable, not fidgety or uncertain, but he isn't quite at ease, either, in front of a camera. He's only using video to make a display of his bloodless face and white eyes. ] Has something happened to you here? Or is it a habit you've carried from home?

We may not be in the minority, altogether.

[ That's less threatening than we could outnumber them, right? Right.

That's also the end of what he'd planned to say ahead of time; he shifts back from the screen, looks aside, and nearly disconnects before more occurs to him. ]

If you want to talk and don't trust this to stay private, I'm in room two hundred on the third floor. You can... [ Leave a note, he almost said, but he's yet to see paper or pens. He raises his eyebrows like a shrug. ] Paint your answer on the wall.

Or knock. I'll be here.
30 September 2014 @ 11:24 pm
[rikku is lying in her bunk, the comm propped up on some scrap of metal beside her because she's too busy playing with her garment grid to hold it herself. she looks thoughtful, and gently runs the pads of her fingers over the spheres locked into the grid. the five of them, each a different color (lighter shades of red, blue, yellow, etc.), seem to glow with some sort of inner light. it's a very, very faint glow, but it's still there.]

How many of y'all have magic in your worlds? Like, not that hocus pocus "pick a card, let me saw you in half, i've got a dove up my butt" sort of magic. I'm pretty sure almost everywhere has that kind of magic. But I mean real, true magic.

[a beat]

Well I guess "real" is kinda relative, considering how many different kinds of magic there could be, but I think you get the gist. And if you've got magic--is it something everyone can do? Or do they need training or some kinda help to use it?
30 September 2014 @ 11:16 pm
[nill is in the gardens, and is very clearly higher up than she should be. she is also moving at this higher altitude at a steady pace. anyone who knows her may figure out that she's riding her horse; anyone else may be very confused. luckily, that confusion will probably be cleared up once horse snorts because she clearly is not the one making that noise.]

Some of you came from worlds without cars and things. You had horses instead. My horse is very nice so if anyone ever wants to ride him please let me know. I think that maybe it could help with homesickness and

[suddenly the feed is full of leaves and nill's wings flare as her eyes widen. horse walked her right into some low-hanging branches when she wasn't paying attention. she's goin' down, she isn't yelling timber but somewhere in the distance someone is yelling it for her.

don't text and ride, kids.]
15 September 2014 @ 08:59 pm
Hi. This is Claire Bennet. You might know me. You might not. Nathan Petrelli is my father and, obviously, that means Peter is my uncle.

At this point, I'm sure that everyone is aware, but if you aren't: they have both gone as of the last jump. I'm not really equipped to deal with the holes that they left in their respective departments, so I won't waste everyone's time trying to offer a helping hand in that capacity or anything. I hope the positions get filled soon, even if they are big shoes to fill.

My main thing here is that... well, Nathan and Peter left me with three dogs. I thought about giving the two puppies up for adoption and, you know, running a background check to make sure potential applicants had never murdered a hamster or anything like that. But the more I think about it, the less right it seems to give away something that isn't mine to give. That being said, I need some help in about two departments here. Okay:

1. Can anyone go over the process for getting animals into the grav couches before the jump? Is there a special procedure I should be aware of? Do I just... plop them in there or what?

2. Is there any kind of, like... doggy daycare out there? Should there be? Should we just organize a ship-wide animal meet-and-greet of some kind? Along those lines, let's talk puppy play dates. Not even necessarily with other puppies. I know the dogs spent some amount of time with the comms department, too, so if anyone ever wanted to walk any of them... that would be great.

I'd really like to do this right, since they belonged to my family, and they obviously both cared about them.


EDIT: does anyone know how to use a sword? Specifically, a samurai sword.
15 August 2014 @ 11:01 pm
The following is a report of the events that occured during the 32nd jump related to the reconnaissance mission into the ship's undocumented corridors lead by Commander Shepard. Perceived delays are the result of attempts to clarify information.

After Action Report, 32 Jump Cycle Exploration and Reconnaissance and Concurrent Incidents )
03 July 2014 @ 01:28 pm
[Ianto looks fairly uncomfortable when he comes on screen. He hasn't addressed the network in a long time, and there are still people who aren't on great terms with him after the fiasco on Arima. Still, this needs to be said.]

Some of you know me, some of you don't. My name is Ianto Jones, and I've been here since the first jump. Back in the beginning, there was a whole group of us who were very seriously dedicated to unlocking the mystery of this place, and I think it's fair to say that we came a good distance. Most of the others are gone now, but we put together a guide that I kept updated for a long time after the organization was disbanded. After a while, though... Well, I suppose like I felt people weren't reading it any more. But we've lost quite a few of the old hats and gained a lot of new faces, and what used to be fairly common knowledge has been lost.

I've been convinced to revive the guide, but in the meantime, one of the things many of you may be unaware of is the subnetwork, buried directly beneath the one we're using here, and how it's been used before. Smiley, the entity you saw leave us that passage before the rescue mission, has given us nuggets of information on that subnetwork before. He left us another one, and we cracked it just a few minutes ago.

The contents of the message are as follows:
SPOILERS if you're still trying to solve the tumblrs! )
09 June 2014 @ 04:56 pm
[ The camera is met with an angry-looking Kate, one angle of her jaw flexing as teeth clench. Her forearms are folded on the tabletop in front of her and she leans her weight onto them. The way she launches right in gives the impression she's been holding back this bad mood for a while before giving in. ]

Okay, so first of all, whoever stole my bow at the jump: bring it back. It's a cheap piece of crap anyway and it's not like we have arrows laying around but it's the only one I have here and there aren't any more in the armory and it's not exactly an inconspicuous weapon so what are you even going to do with it without me finding you?? Seriously, just bring it back before you damage it somehow and I promise I won't hit you with it no matter how tempted I am.

And speaking of people around here being total assholes [ Because whatever, she's started now and trying to make her no-hitting promise sincere just has the frustration shunting off into another topic, ], is someone turning people into animals seriously allowed now? That's just a thing we're cool with, going to let that slide on by, no brig time involved? [ She's not generally a very animated speaker but her hands twist off the table into the air into a 'seriously?' gesture. ] FYI never annoy this Gold guy because I guess he can just turn you into a cat if he feels like it and nobody will ever do anything. If I disappear after posting this be on the look-out for new pets wandering around or something. On second thought maybe that'd be a nice change from this place's bullshit for a while. Gold, if you're watching, just make it a dog or a bird or something, alright? Cool.

[ It's hard to make a dramatic exit on a touch-screen device but she pushes the STOP button as abruptly as she can anyway. Hawkeye out. Nope, wait, spoke too soon. It starts up again after a second just long enough for her to shout: ]

And bring me back my god damn bow!

[ Okay, now it's done. ]
28 May 2014 @ 03:06 am
This is Shepard, formally Commander of the SSV Normandy. I've attached a written debrief on the results of the recon mission into the ship in addition to an updated schematic of the ship as it currently stands. I suggest any interested parties [and her tone seems to suggest that should mean all of you] take note and save a copy.

For anyone wondering: everyone still has their heads. Additionally we'll be running this again next month; if you want in, fill out the attached form. We need field operatives, people running communications and volunteers to help compile the gathered data into something useable for future jump cycles.

Shepard out.

[As promised, there are multiple attacked files. One is schematic of the area explored and while it's a significant chunk of space there's no denying that the uncharted territory surrounding it and the other known zones is potentially frighteningly large. There are a few markers on the schematic, the meaning of which quickly becomes evident to anyone reading the attached report:]



((ooc: ooc information for both the may recon mission and the upcoming june mission (including sign-ups!) is located here.))