[ The feed opens to Sherlock seated at his lab table with finger steepled, smiling in a way that seems almost pleasant if not for the inherent sense of smouldering rage in his eyes. Oh yes, he is a wee bit peeved. And do you know why, Tranquility? Because someone is taking his shit. ]

Good afternoon. I require some assistance in the gathering of suspects after a theft of a personal item despite the constant and clearly ineffective presence of security roaming the halls like a herd of stray cats. It's a matter I would prefer to handle personally, in any rate.

[ Seeing as, you know, he maybe sort of kind of stole the stuff from the Science Department first, but who really cares about the semantics? And anyway he could handle the back and forth of snatching items with whoever's involved up until his precious electron microscope was stolen. He loved that scope. That was too far. ]

The man I'm looking for is unusually tall - I'd say just shy of two metres - aged somewhere in the range of his early fifties. Physically fit, impeccable posture and hair that's, oh, I'd say waist length with some charming hints of gray. Personality-wise I would say I'm in search of a self-important megalomaniac with a God complex. If you know anyone of that description and could be so kind as to send them my way I would most appreciative.

[ He then leans forward, eyes narrowing at the screen. ]

And if you are the man I'm looking for and you'd like your highly detailed notes returned please feel free to contact me personally.

[ With another overly-friendly smile, he leans forward and ends the feed. ]

[the feed opens to a shot of david sat at the table in his assigned room; grey standard uniform in place, despite the black jumpsuit he was given upon arrival. having that one strain of familiarity on his person...helps. not that he'll ever admit to that. perfect posture and not a hair out of place; there's something a little off about the picture, but unless you were here for those old transmissions, it shouldn't be obvious as to what that is. he's made to appear completely human afterall.]

A question for each of you. Who do you consider the biggest threat to your safety here? The figure who goes by a red, smiling emoticon? Our Captain and Chief Engineer? Or perhaps it's one of us; one of those who have been brought here against our will?

Considering that it was those amongst our number who attempted to commit mutiny, released a fear toxin, and unleashed a series of windows to parallel worlds, is it the ship we should fear, or those aboard it?

Curious minds wish to know.

[and then he'll just be. switching the feed over to a locked one now.]


[locked to OPERATIONS and SCIENCE departments]

I hope this isn't too forward of me. [not that he particularly cares if it is] But my name is David, and prior to my arrival here, I performed the role of Mission Attendant aboard the USCSS Prometheus. Whilst the details of our mission must remain classified, I can assure you that I have a great deal of experience with the operation and maintenance of an FTL space exploration vehicle, hypersleep stasis, and earth sciences including medicine.

As such, I wish to offer my services to both of your departments, dependant on which areas you believe I can benefit the most.

Thank you for your time.

[ a rare video post. irene's wearing her tweed suit, hair twisted elegantly up on the top of her head. and she's smoking a pipe while she perches at the end of the bed. not her bed, because even though the camera's tight in on her face, the scraps of paper on the wall most certainly aren't something irene adler would indulge in.

her decorating habits are much classier. ]

I've been here for eight jump cycles. Quite a bit longer than I'd ever anticipated, but what can really be done?

[ and it isn't as if irene has anything to go back to, but she's hardly about to say that. ]

Suppose I manage the next four and make it an even twelve. I wonder what one does to celebrate aboard a...spaceship.

Good afternoon, Tranquility.

This is Doctor Watson from medbay with just a few, quick announcements.

First, some of you may or may not have noticed that I was absent for the greater portion of the last jump. Sorry - that's about as much as I know about it as well. Anyone who was looking for me, specifically, can contact me at this number.

Secondly, due to my absence, I don't know if anyone new has joined on to the medical team or not [ He doesn't really sound hopeful in that aspect. ] or if anyone's left, so I'd like to call for a quick headcount of our current staff, if you wouldn't mind.

I'd also like the staff to quickly jot down their availability for shifts on the roster I attach.

SHIFT ROSTER

Medbay is always looking for more staff. No experience necessary, just time and dedication to the job. If you're interested, contact me and we'll run through a brief interview with the other senior staff.

JOB SIGN-UP

Finally... I'm sure many of you have noticed we've gotten another Sherlock Holmes aboard. For those of you who don't know, there are three of them.

Two of them look completely identical and sign their texts. Those ones are Seven and Eleven. [ Go ahead and have yourself a chuckle, Americans. ]

Eleven is directly from London. He has never been on the Tranquility before this jump, so please don't try and treat him as if you know him, or expect him to act like he did when you knew him. I'm telling you this so you don't have to hear it from him - he's got a [ A soft grunt of a laugh-not-laugh. ] particular way of putting things. Some things do stay the same.

That's it.


[[ OOC: Info on John's disappearance and his jump post (for anyone interested) is here.

Also! I made a general medbay log post for anyone who wanted to write about lasting injuries from last month/just a catch-all for the area. You can find that here! ]]

[the video clicks and Kirk is sitting at a table, it isn't his room, possibly one of the board rooms, and he's clad in the regulation greens of Starfleet.]

Tranquility, this is Jim Kirk.

For anyone joining us in the most recent jump that may have missed it, please take the time to read the FAQ that's been compiled. It will answer most of your more basic questions, and we highly encourage you to inform yourselves of your situation.

[and the following links will beep to life on everyone's screens:

• FAQ
  
• EXTENDED FAQ
  
• JOB LIST
  
• SHIFT ROSTER ]

I'd like to take this moment to repeat the necessity for all of us to work together. We are, effectively, the crew on board this vessel. A month before the first wave, the former crew manning the Tranquility disappeared without a trace with the exception of Captain Ward and Commander Resnik. We still have no explanation, which I know isn't what any of you want to hear. That being said, if any of you need help choosing a division, don't hesitate to ask.

I know many of you aren't from planets that've taken their first steps into space yet, and as such you're anxious. I also know some of you come from backgrounds that say you need to go it alone. I know plenty of you have no reason to trust any of us. But turning our backs on one another is not the way we're going to survive and make it home. This ship has the potential to be dangerous, as last month's unexplained fog can attest. If we can't take care of one another, if we can't support one another through crisis, we're only going to be hurting ourselves.

Working on a ship this size requires a different kind of mindset. I can't stop any of you from exploring on your own, or from extrapolating on potentially dangerous ideas [JAYE.], but I encourage you to do your research and do it as safely as you can. Every life on board is worth something. Don't put yourself needlessly in danger and don't do anything alone.

[he's been talking for a while, and though he isn't done Jim's attention moves and a moment later (invisible to most) an encryption pops up in his feed.]

{KIRK ENCRYPTION 100% :: exclude WARD & RESNIK}

If you discover something you believe could help our understanding of the ship or that might help us get home, we encourage you to share this information. However, do it discretely. There's a post that goes up every jump that is anonymous. This trend started when one of our number made a discovery and soon after, died on the ship. His death was never proven to be homicide, but it was suspicious enough to cause concern.

This ship has plenty of secrets. As individuals, we will never not be hiding something. There are people on board who get no bigger delight than stirring the pot. Don't encourage these people. If you're bored, there's more than enough to do without resorting to petty gossip. We have enough on our hands as it is.

{END ENCRYPTION}

On a lighter note, one of our number, Cameron Reese, has expressed interest in heading a competition, namely for firearms and archery. If any of you think this is up your alley, her contact number is 010 - 078.

Before that happens, though, I think we need to detail some rules for the firing range that was recently uncovered. These rules will be posted in the firing range. Anyone caught breaking them will be subject to disciplinary action by the Security team.

( SHOOTINGRANGE.txt )

Kirk out.

( SCIENCE & MEDICAL DIVISIONS + 001 099 + ENTERPRISE | ENCRYPTION 100% )

( OCTOBER BANTUM | PRIVATE )

( NETHERLANDS | PRIVATE )

[ /broken filters from 007 » 102 & 001 » 197 ]

Look, okay, I— [ Who is this? A new face? Not so unfamiliar to a few, but the blood is new. Quite beaten up, it seems. Bloody. Bloody. Bruised. Bloody. He doesn't always look like this. Really. ]

I'm Richard Brook, and I've... I've spoken to you all before, not so much the, you know— [ A loose gesture at his face, flashing a grin, but it immediately crumbles. A look of pain wrapped tightly in regret. This is definitely Richard Brook you are looking at. His voice fluctuates as well, but in a strange unsteadiness.

Like he's scared. ]

I haven't been too "out there," I know that. I have my reasons. [ A pause, gaping his mouth. As if he has forgotten the next part of his little message. There's a side glance. Maybe he wrote down what to say?

No, no, now he's rubbing at his face. Look closely, his hands are trembling, clasped together and uncertain where to place them. ] There's always something about this place and faces. Mistaking faces and—

Little things that cause problems. [ Beating around the bush. ]
You know, freak you out and make you want to play "stay away." Oh— [ Really beating around the bush. ]
I-I personally don't think it's a game. This isn't fun. [ Really, really beating around the bush. ]
Not that— [ Rea— ]
God. [ There we go. ]

I have things I regret, and they followed me, that's why. You're home one day, then wow, space, but it still follows you. Awfully weird, isn't it? [ A small chuckle, just to slightly smooth out the awkwardness. It follows with an uncomfortable silence.

He tried.

Might as well end this with a wave. ] Cheers.

( ooc: To anyone who wanted Jim in the Jump Log, I'm going to skip that out. IT WOULD DEFINITELY COMPLICATE THINGS. You can always catch me on Plurk to retry interactions though. <333 Thanks guys. )

[ jenna could have sworn she was done with being the nearly thirty year old who still gets high in public. but rey had a really big bag. a really. big. bag.

smoking with a vampire is worse for weed hogging than bong hits with michael phelps, news at eleven. at least she's a bit more coherent than her comrades.

the posts starts without ceremony, various limbs belonging to ariadne and rey in the background. ]

All right, we-- [ she flings out an arm, gathering two separate 'oofs' ] have all been here since day one. Day one. And a guy gave Rey a huge bag of weed, and we're not leaving this room until it's all smoked, because this place is the worst second chance invented without the cast of Jersey Shore involved. Seriously--

Wait, what's Jersey Shore? [ that from ariadne. jenna stops, frowning. ]

It's-- Rey, help me out here.

[ rey shakes her head slowly, eyes lidded. ] Can't, I have the same question.

[ jenna wrinkles her nose. ] Okay, it's-- orange people, from New Jersey, who are apparently Italian but really not, and one of them likes pickles and another one peed in a corner of a bar. [ kanye shrug. ] It's classy, appointment TV.

[ after a moment and three equally 'but why' faces, jenna moves on as their self-appointed spokesman. ] Anyway, what happened to boring space? It was like 'oh, I can't find enough hair ties' not 'holy crap, monsters and doom and people leaving'. I liked space better five months ago.

Rey. Rey, Ari. Quick poll-- play along, viewers at home-- did you like space better five months ago.

[ give her a second, what was her point again? ] Right, and people should come help us. And bring food.

Mostly the food, but helping's cool too. Rey's sharing, but only if you come join us in the People's Republic of Berkeley.

[ which would be the common deck on floor one, for the record. ]

Disallowed are: yelling, fighting, non-consensual pantsing, DARE propaganda, and Fig Newtons. Anything else, come on in.


( ooc | SO REY HAS DECREED ALL WEED IS TO BE SMOKED IN THE PARTY ROOM feel free to say your character dropped by, action it out, whatever. all threads viewable to the stoners three by proximity, label it locked otherwise and maybe one of them rolled over or something.

also blue is ari, and green is rey. )

[Oh hey Tranquility, here's a familiar face for you, except probably not the one you're expecting. Jay picks up the device more than aware that the line may not be as secure as he hoped but at this point in time it was his only chance of finding answers. With the video feed turned on, he's just hoping whoever sees this doesn't recognize him as that suspected bombing terrorist so he just plans to act as casual as possible]

Is this supposed to be some sort of prank? Because if it is, I really don't think I was drunk enough to have agreed to this.

Not so sure I'm actually buying the fact we're in space but that aside I just have one question though for whoever is getting this message. I'm looking for a friend of mine is there any quick way to find out if he's here or not? Because it's kind of important I find him before he gets himself into trouble.

[ 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.

In light of recent events upon the outpost it's clear that there are a number of us who are suffering the after-effects of torture. You all have my utmost sympathies - I have witnessed such things before and I will offer the same services here that I gave to my dear friend when he was put under a similar duress.

[ A duress that Durham himself instigated, yes, but that's another matter entirely. Or so Durham tells himself. ]

Whilst those who have been subjected to a torture most terrible are undoubtedly brave, it would not be thought of an act of cowardice to wish to rid oneself of the memory of such a trauma. Torture does not end just because one has been released from the cell; there are the lingering effects of anxious melancholies, exhausted spirits, weakened nerves... to say nothing of restless sleep.

You need not bear these memories as a millstone and for those that wish it I will gladly relieve you of such a burdensome weight. You may find me in my cabin - the eighth room upon the eighth passenger deck. Ask for Thomas Sutton - [ A thoughtful pause, then he adds: ] - or perhaps it would do better if you were to ask for Durham. Either way, I shall endeavour to do my utmost to help those that are prepared to ask for it.

[ Another pause, longer this time, and then Durham picks up again. This time his voice is harder, cooler; this is a matter of business, rather than a favour. ]

And while I am here I may as well announce this too - Oxford. Your Durham has disembarked. In light of this I propose a parlé. I would request that we meet un-armed but as both of us possess weapons that are not so easily cast aside, might I simply ask that it be under a white flag of truce? I do not know how many of your fellows remain on board but I suppose they may attend as well.

( OOC : Durham is essentially offering a bit of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Hit me up HERE if you have any questions! )

[ Hello, Tranquility! It's been a while since Chase has shared what little of the future she can get with you guys, isn't it? The four-or-maybe-eleven-year-old is currently holed up in a hallway, and if you look very, very carefully her eyes flicker a lavender colour before she speaks. ]

Sheep. Cattle.

Herd us--herd our flock.

[ She squints, narrowing her eyes, looking confused--as if she doesn't realize what, exactly, she's doing. ]

Red. He's there--Mr. Smiley is--and there are more bodies.

[ And, lips pursed, she cuts the feed while she attempts to sort out what, exactly it all means. ]

[ Jaye's sitting in the Oxygen Gardens, tucked away in a back corner near some grasses. She's wearing a plaid mens shirt that she hasn't worn out in public before, watching a grasshopper that has landed on one of the leather wristbands she got in her locker this past jump. Unlike her previous network experience this month, she looks more subdued; she's been doing a lot of thinking lately. ]

Nobody knows for sure where people go when they disappear from here, do they? I mean, people say "home", but we don't... know.

[ She turns her wrist, watching the grasshopper. ] And we don't know what the fuck anyone's up to without us, either.

[ The insect hops away, out of sight, and Jaye follows it with her eyes for a moment before looking back at her network device. ] ... Right, well. [ She shakes her head, smiling -- anyone who knows her well enough or who is particularly good at reading expressions should be able to tell it's forced. ] I've got some fun questions now. Favorite animal back home and why? Animal you'd consider the most dangerous and why? [ Yes that is somehow a fun question. Danger is fun, right guys? ... Right? ] All you people who aren't from Earth, you should tell me about the animals you guys have. It'd be interesting to hear about the differences.

((ooc: If you want to have your character find her in the oxygen garden, feel free!))

Ta.

-S.

( ooc: I'LL BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS FIGURE THIS OUT ON YOUR OWNNN. Pm me or bother me on Plurk if you need help. <3

edit: Reads as "All Add As End, A Reedited Irish Kill Toy"
Hope you guys aren't too confused, SCRAMBLED even
edit: Found words are "All" and "is." AND "IS" IS REPEATED TWICE IN THE ANSWER~*~
ANOTHER HINT: 3 2 1 6, 3 3 3 2 1 6 2
New word: riddle. It's repeated twice.

It's been solved! Good job, Hope! Hightlight for the answer: "All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is" Very good job, but what is the key to a riddle? Hmm?)

[Hey sup Tranquility IT'S WHEATLEY TIME. And if you don't know what that entails, YOU ARE ABOUT TO FIND OUT. Spoiler alert: it's a lot of petulant British whining.]

Yes, right, hello, sort of been a while, hasn't it? Two things. Well, three, I suppose, if you want to get technical.

One. I am...okay, I'll be honest, I'm in the market for a weapon. And a haircut. Either/or, really. I suppose the weapon is--is the more pressing issue, because, well, obviously we've got a monster problem on board. I saw the science department; you can't convince me there aren't other...abominations of that nature hiding away on this ship, and I'd rather not experience another situation where it's me, and no weapon, versus a bunch of vicious animals out for my blood. Sure, it's all well and good if the powers that be dump an entire arsenal in your locker, but some of us didn't have arsenals back home. Some of us had flashlights, which, for the record, I was not allowed to keep.

The haircut is...slightly less pressing, but I do think I need to look into it. I was under the impression that it would quit growing eventually, you know, reach a maximum length and then stop, but we're going on…what? Eight months? And that does--that does not seem to be the case. If it hurts, someone might want to let me know, and we'll just forget it, but honestly, I will never understand how any of you deal with all these pointless functions. Ridiculous.

I don't exactly have a lot to offer but I would...very much like to work something out, if possible. We can--we can negotiate.

Have I mentioned how hard it is to participate in our little established barter system when you don't have possessions? It's difficult, in case you were wondering, especially when you need weapons, or haircuts, or maybe clothing that isn't covered in buttons and zippers and laces. I mean, for god's sake, I'm starting to pawn of my furniture to get what I need around here.

Third. Mostly unrelated to points one and two, but still important. Cave Johnson, founder and CEO of Aperture Science, seems to have mysteriously vanished, as people tend to do around here. Seeing as I was his appointed personal assistant, I'll be assuming leadership of the company from here on out. All inquiries regarding Aperture activity can be directed to me. [hay GLaDOS haaaaay]

Oh, and--four things. I lied, I had four things. Ward or Resnik, when either of you have a moment--I'm sure your moments are few and far between but in the event you do feel like giving me the time of day, I've just got a question. Quick one. Won't take any time at all.

[It's honestly rare for Claire to make a post to the network. She mainly stalks it, more likely to watch from the sidelines unless something peeks her interest. But since talking to Topher and more people questioning her about her similarity to another with her face, she addresses the network.]

I know we've all been pulled from different worlds, some with duplicates and some that have strange resemblances to those here or those others may know from back home. [This is still a hard concept to wrap her head around given that people can have their personalities wiped from them back in her world.]

Does this happen often? And has anyone noticed that there are several people within a few worlds that could be another person. I know of three people, myself included, that have what people have referred to as doppelgangers. There are only two 'home' worlds. [Herself, Wesley, and Faith all had lookalikes. It seemed strange.]

[Netherlands doesn't bother to do any introduction for this. Just, click, video feed on, and straight to the point - vaguely huffy, businesslike tone and unamused expression solidly along for the ride.]

New people, an' anyone who doesn't know how hydroponics work - don't try to plant anything in the Gardens that still has soil attached to it. It clogs up the whole row, sucks to clean it out. If y'have a plant from home, or whatever, we've got some people who can help. For free. One of 'em can even bring produce up to your floor.

[One tap and suddenly there's a list available.]

Ask them, or me. One of us will prob'ly know. Just don't go screwing up the Gardens because you weren't thinkin'.

Some of 'em didn't know a damn thing when they signed on, but they all learned quick enough - [That. Might be some sort of vague praise for the current crew, there.] - so the rest of you can, too.

We could use the help.

[And off.

Someone else should probably take over the Agriculture PSA and recruiting job in the future.]

---

[ooc: threadjacking is still my favorite thing ever, so anyone in agriculture, feel free to get involved and take over wherever]

Good evening, Tranquility. My name is Nathan Petrelli, and prior to my arrival on the ship three jumps ago I was a New York Senator. Now I know what you're thinking, and you're right, I'm not the Senator of anything here. That's the first thing you've gotta know about this place; don't matter what you were at home, whether you were a leader, a villain, a scientist, student or salesman, cause now we're all in this together the only thing that matters any more is what we can do for each other. We gotta work together and we gotta support each other, protect each other.

Now me, I work in communications despite not knowing a damn thing about it, and I moonlight as a flight operator, seeing as Hotspur had the decency to show me how to handle the shuttles here before he died. We still need to fix up more of them, so consider this a call out to you engineer types. Need a hobby, something to do in your off time? Well we need your know-how getting these things flight-ready.

Some of you are gonna feel lost. This isn't a city, it's a ship; it runs by ship's rules, ship's laws, and the most important thing to remember when you're at sea is that the ship itself is what is keeping you alive. Outside of these walls there's a vaccuum just waiting to suck you all out and explode your heads, and while a case of cabin fever is expected, if you let it get out of hand you endanger all of us. Don't go to the war with the goddamn ship, got it? In the Navy you'd be taken off duty and tranquilized for pulling that kind of crap.

I'm guessing some of you don't think you can be of any use around here cause you've not fallen outta some cable network Sci-Fi. Maybe you're just a teenager, and all this 'war' talk and hacking stuff sounds like fun, but if you want to get involved in the crew, if you wanna really help out, then you should get involved, maybe take a crash course in one of the professions we got on board. We've got a handful of doctors and next to no nursing staff, a security team that's full of detectives who only really care when you're already dead, a garden which could be expected to provide both food and medicine for us for a while yet, but which we're having trouble finding green fingers to tend, next to no flight officers--the list goes on.

I know what you're thinking: what can I do; I haven't even graduated high school, I can't fly a shuttle, wrap a chemical burn, fix a computer.  But there's already people younger and more inexperienced than you doing just that, and if you don't give it a shot then you can expect only one thing for sure--that the opposite wall from your bunk is gonna get pretty boring real fast.

I'm looking for senior staff, experienced crew members who're willing to open themselves up to a group of apprentices each month, give them a crash course in whatever, expand on their natural skills. There's no reward, short of the chance to fill in where your own sections of the ship are short handed, just like I can't offer any of the students any advantage to taking a post short of the opportunity to learn new skills and not get bored senseless. Fact remains that we need this just to survive, nevermind find a way home, and I want to encourage all of you to give it a shot.

So here's how it's gonna work; this post is just to get people talking and try and work out how many people are interested and what sorta placements there's gonna be available. Try and think about whether you have the time to train someone in your field, and what number of students you can stand to take. Soon as we straighten things out, I'll make another post to get everyone reporting to the right places. Simple right? That's the plan, anyway.

Ah, and one more thing before I sign off. Chapel's open to all faiths tomorrow morning in the oxygen garden, same as it is every Sunday at 10am. Anyone is welcome to attend.

[ OOC: No logs go up for the chapel, but tomorrow there will be some brief words said about those lost during the last Jump, and Nathan might even try to be nice about Isaac. You're welcome to assume your character attends this Sunday as any other. ]