[ the feed starts to complete blackness — it resolves itself into a clearer picture of a leather uniform once aramis steps back, though he also just so happens to be upside down. at least aramis has learned enough in his days aboard the tranquility so far that he notices and fixes it a moment later, leaving it lopsided, but the right way around.

he steps back a little further, coming to stand next to porthos. they are both armed, swords strapped to their sides, and not in the ship's jumpsuits but rather in their leather uniforms.

aramis holds a pistol, considering it. his voice is thoughtful. ]

They do say I am quite good with these.

[ porthos, for his part, is still staring suspiciously at the sleek looking square on his end. but he lets up long enough to add - ]

Finest in all of France, I’d wager. The better to serve their Majesties, King Louis XIII and Queen Anne.

[ it’s a spiel they’ve been through before. aramis’ eyes narrow. ] Speaking of their Majesties — if they are here as well, rest assured that we will find them and not look kindly on anyone who has committed treason and harmed them.

[ there’s a gruff hemm of his throat, before porthos adds; ] And if you’ve done likewise with two men who go by Athos and D’Artagnon, it may not be treason, but we’ll be looking just as unkindly.

[ aramis smiles at that, cheerful almost despite the dangerous edge to it. ] To those who are likewise captives, we swear to aid you where we can.

[ and he tips his head. ]



( blue is aramis, black is porthos! musketeers in space, aw yeah!! )

[ This is Bonnie's first post from her pod in Communications. After learning she found her mother, received help, and then lost her, she hasn't felt social. But, her job means she should be social. She's supposed to be talking to people. She's supposed to be friendly. She remembers when she was friendly. She remembers when her only problem was Caroline being disappointed in her cheerleading spirit. She also remembers when her grandmother was eccentric and not a witch.

She remembers when she wasn't a witch. When numbers didn't reoccur in her life, when she couldn't find birthday candles in a drawer she'd never opened.

She remembers when she wasn't living on a floating space station. Spaceship? She's still not well-versed in the difference.

But, alas, she faces her pod, sitting in her swiveling chair.

She had a question, something about how people deal with learning information from their future, but she doesn't ask for help. Nor does she need it. She knows how to cope. That's her life. Coping.

She's done talking about herself. Or, she's done feeling sorry about it.

Which is why she disappears. The screen switches off again. In truth, she's up from her chair and heading out of the communications area. It's an elevator away from stealing something from the bar, something that will go down with a good burn. But, she'd like to not be the girl who's always at the bar on the network. That isn't her. So, she swipes the bottle and a shot glass and heads back.

Again, she sticks her device inside the slot at her communications pod so about ten minutes later, she pops back up again. ]

Hey, TQ. [ Something she learned from Aidan. She pours a shot for herself. ] I'd like to play, how screwed up is your life. The rules are simple. Whoever's life is more screwed up - [ She looks at the screen. ] Drinks.

[ Not exactly a professional thing to do, but she's kind of done right now. Her best friends are both vampires. Two vampires she hates more than anything are on board. And one vampire her best friend loves killed her mother whom she still hasn't met. So, no, he will kill her mother. So, here she is. ]

I do have to warn you. I'll win every time. [ Unless Elena answers. She doesn't even bother locking this from Klaus or anyone. Anybody who wants to chime in, chastise, judge her even? They are more than welcome.

She is not okay.

She lifts her shot glass. ] Any takers?

[ There's a horse in the shuttle bay. A warhorse, if you're the type to be able to tell -- all black, and standing near the window. It looks a bit like an especially dark Lisa Frank piece of art.

Carolyn is so not amused. ]

There is a horse in the shuttle bay. If it belongs to you, come and get it. If it doesn't belong to you, leave it alone. I catch anyone down here trying to ride it and they're going to regret it.

[ Seeing as the last time there was any sort of creature in the shuttle bay that was exactly what a bunch of people tried to do, she feels the warning is necessary. ]