09 August 2013 @ 06:53 pm
So now that I've read the handy little welcome manual and have established that this place is entirely too creepy--

[ She looks at the screen and sighs. Traces of concern and what might be fear accompany her mostly unamused look. It's probably pretty obvious that she took the time to make herself look at least semi-presentable before contacting the network. Her hair looks generally tucked into place and her usual daily makeup has been applied. ]

Is there anybody here who knows me? [ She expects at least a few yeses. She's practically New York royalty in her world. ] My name is Charlotte Clarke. I want to know if my family's here. The Graysons. Or anybody else from my world, I guess.

[ She basically just doesn't want to be here alone. ]

Also, I need to speak to a doctor. Preferably one who knows what they're doing.
08 August 2013 @ 09:00 am
Good morning, children! Did you have a nice jump? No, me either. Anyone else feel like they were being watched this time, or I am being especially paranoid?

Here's your regular information dissemination. New arrivals should find it especially informative, though there are a few of you who've been here much too long without reading this.


You're probably confused. Take some time to read this over. We do our best to keep it up to date, and it should answer most of your questions.

THE RUNDOWN » What happened, where you are, what to do
REFERENCE » Basic facts about the ship and solar system
A TIMELINE OF EVENTS » This will take time to read thoroughly, but we
strongly recommend it.
FAQ » Please read this before asking a question on the network
HEADCOUNT » Our current numbers
SPACE TRAINING » If this is your first time aboard a space ship, please watch these helpful videos
COMMUNITY NOTICEBOARD » For all your wants and needs

15 July 2013 @ 11:32 pm
[There's a ginger on the screen, a pretty face with fiery eyes. When she speaks, it's with a Scottish accent and a bite in her words.]

Am I the only one who thinks it's a bit boring that we're on a spaceship that's not actually going anywhere? Where's the saphire planets? Where's the American Doughboys marching off to war?

Where's Rio! Why do I have the outfit for that if we're not even going!

[Amy sighs, frustrated. There's no way she's the only person who sees how lame this is.]

Even this ship isn't so impressive. Oh sure, it's big, but isn't it big on the outside too? What sort of a boring spaceship is that? Anyone could do that! The next thing you know, they'll be forcing us all to wear bow ties to make it seem interesting!

[Sorry Doctor, they're still not cool.]

Whatever. If anyone sees a Roman with a stupid face and a nose marching about, send him straight to room 021 » 003. That's the only thing that's going to make me like this ship better.
06 July 2013 @ 10:14 pm
Tell me something interesting about you or your world, Tranquility.

[She's bored and needs entertainment.]

And I mean interesting by the way.
so hey, honesty & philosophy hour

if it's true what they say, and none of us remember our time here after we've left

are we even really here?

what i mean is, does it matter what we do here if we don't remember it?
01 July 2013 @ 12:09 am
[ before clara speaks, she cracks her knuckles. this is big news and big business, so she speaks crisply, ]

Alright then, so, for those of you watching the network, Mr. Winchester was nice enough to sound the alarm on subnetwork shenanigans.

ooc cut for copy/paste formatting and spoilers for the tumblrs, if you haven't checked them/solved the clues yet. )
15 June 2013 @ 09:47 am
All right. It's all very intriguing, and I'd quite enjoy a chance to get involved with Communications, or have a look at those engines, and the science department is quite enticing, not to mention all the people here — yes, you lot, definitely a perk, lovely chatting with you all — but I've had enough.

[ enough of boring domesticity. enough of being trapped. no matter how many small projects he takes on it never gets any less dull, and the bigger one never resolves itself. one thread leads to another leads to another, and he knew from the moment tom mcnair told him about the pirates that there was more going on here than meets the eye, reaffirmed by neal caffrey's cryptic intelligences, but in the process of finding it he's getting itchy for real information. ]

[ so there's a strictness in his tone and a glint in his eye that is perhaps not strictly the best way to make his debut on the network (this debut, anyway) but he has a question he needs answered. ]

Now. Somebody tell me how I can go about speaking to the captain of this ship.

[ he adjusts his bow-tie, and waits. would he be the doctor if he didn't think he could work it all out where everyone else has failed? it would be delusional arrogance if he hadn't managed it quite so many times in the past. ]
14 June 2013 @ 10:11 am
hello. my name is geeorge sands and Im new to the tranquility. it would be lovely to make new friends!

i am friends with mitchell and annie and also josh but i'll get lonely if I'm not able to meet new and fun people. i speak many languages and enjoy watching mooovies and the real hustle.

I hope to meet everyone!

[Some nights ghosts sneak into your room when you're asleep and use your fingers to mash keys on your communicator to help you make friends. For George Sands, this was one such night.]
10 June 2013 @ 06:17 pm


no wait

a/s/location back home/year?

[It's not just that Cassie's bored of this sci-fi bullshit already-- though she is. She also wants to get the lay of the land. And hey, someone might find it as funny as she does.]
Dante had said, remember tonight! for it is the beginning of always.

What shall we be doing tonight, Tranquility?

[ it is late but not too late and Lucrezia is keen on avoiding nightmares and so sleep is not a Thing. ]

I shall be spending my own in the garden. I never before slept upon grass.
24 May 2013 @ 08:58 pm
so i havvent paid any attention wwhatsoevver lately but
just howw many nonhumans are there aboard noww
it used to be a pretty evven split or at least it looked enough like it for me not to be ovverly concerned for my owwn safety but noww i dont knoww
i mean i havvent evven heard from any a the other people in my univverse lately so im assumin theyvve all disappeared an that wwas a pretty good chunk a the unusual races here
so yeah i guess thats wwhat im wwonderin at this particular moment
20 May 2013 @ 05:32 pm
[The video opens. A distinctly non-human face appears, one that resembles somewhat of a humanoid squid or lobster. Or both. But he looks fairly content, the mouth underneath those tentacles curved into a smile.]

Hello, hello! Fellow space travelers! [He waves a claw.]

I don't know where we're going, but I like this place. Free meals every day! I think I'll stay here.

[He leans back in his seat, propping his feet up on the table. His feet are claws like his hands, except he's wearing sandals. Now the view of his sandals takes up the whole screen.]

So what happened to all the row-bits? I don't see any here.

Or any non-humans for that matter...

[He sits back up, withdrawing his feet from the table so his face is visible once again. An idea hits him as he mentions the word "human."]

You know, I am an expert on humans! You need a human doctor, maybe? [He points to himself, raising his brows suggestively.]
18 May 2013 @ 01:30 pm
[the face on the screen is.. mannish, as can adequately be said. dark hair, light brown eyes, black crew uniform. his skin is not so light to be sickly pale in contrast. some might say healthy and olive in colour.]

I have never much liked the stars. [congenial, and firm. he's sure of what he's saying, and he's sure he wishes to say. this is not someone struggling to find words to fill in the gaps. he speaks with a purpose, even if his tone is soft and pensieve, his gaze distant and nostalgic.] But I loved their maker, and I loved the darkness they dwelt in. It is a pity to no longer have them within sight.

[loved. past tense. once upon a time. it was all once upon a time. he fixes his gaze on the screen again, raises a bare hand and touches his forehead in a gesture of greeting.]

Mára yomentië, Tranquility. [spoken with the slightest trill and sharp t's. trrahn-quility.] Hail, and well-met. I am named Mairon, one of those who arrived this jump.

I would like to ask.. [shifting from mild courtesy to genuine curiosity.] In my world, we have Eru, our God, the Creator. There are those of my world who worship other, minor gods, and I have become curious to how it is in other worlds. If there are those who would speak of it, I would hear and speak of my own in turn.

[an unexpected pause here, but he continues on shortly, carefully.] I would ask also if there is a smithy of sorts aboard this vessel. I was a metalworker, for a time, and it would be good to pick up the trade again if such skill is needed here.

[he offers a flicker of a smile and dips his head in a gesture of farewell before reaching out to turn off the feed.]
16 May 2013 @ 10:08 am
[She sounds like every word is said with thought, intentionally, carefully. She still isn't sure everyone can hear her, that's all.]

Hello. My name is Annie, and I'm new onboard from the last Jump and I'd like to-

[Okay now she feels self-conscious]

Tea! I have tea! If anyone would like a cuppa, I have an extra mug as well, if you'd like to meet!

Are these conversations on this device usually this terrible to start?
[Takeshi has had a lot on his mind, lately. Some days, he wants to run to his most precious people and hug them and tell them how much he loves them--some days, he wants to call them names only good little boys call the people who raise them do. But then there are some days where he gets scared: his dad at home loves him, takes care of him, supports him. He says Takeshi is his kid. Takeshi believes him. But now he's in space with these new... he wants to call them parents. They feel like parents--the good kind, he thinks, anyway. He's mostly just used to the kind that let him down. 

Do they like him back? Like a son? Do they even want a son? Is he being bad, having so many people he wants like this? What if--they go away, when he tells them all this? He's scared of being alone again. He doesn't want them to go away. So... he asks Reaper for a favor, and once the message is encrypted good and proper, he asks the community a few things.

Grown ups tend to know things like this, right...?]


I... There's one, two [he counts them off just in case y'all need that visual] people I like a lot on the ship that... I mean, I like everybody, but these two are special! Heder and Mr. Ned--he works in the garden--they take good care of me and give me food and give me baths and they're nice to me, 'cept when I'm doing things that aren't good to do. But that's 'cuz they protect me! They're not my real mom and dad--but should I... if--should I call them that? Will they still like me if I do? I don't want them to think I'm being bad. I want them to keep being like my parents... I wanna call them that...

What if they don't like me no more?

'Cuz before, I didn't have good parents. And then I found my new dad at home--he's the best and strongest!

Will he be mad if I had more than, than--just him as a papa? Will he be mad if I had more? Can I have two dads and a mom, even if I had real parents before?

[This is all just so confusing. He's not sure what to do. He re-counts off on his fingers, adding the other 'parents' in his life, frowning. There's his dead dad and his mom-who-didn't-like-him and her mean boyfriend--but he doesn't count, right? And then there's Kaze and now...]

I think I have too many moms and dads... I think that's okay... I don't know. What do you think? What should I do...?


I just don't want them to leave if I say.
11 May 2013 @ 06:01 pm
Communications will be a building zone over the next few few weeks while we integrate the systems from the Scylla into a workable network. We'll be occupying a number of empty rooms on 001 in the meantime, at least until things get back to normal, although if things work out we may link the rooms into Comms anyway. Things got uncomfortable last month sleeping on the floor; I think we're all agreed on that one, at least.

[ Nathan rubs his chin, considering for once just leaving it there. But then it would get very Invasion of the Body Snatchers around here. ]

For those of you that have forgotten, we have a service every seventh day - that's tomorrow - in the chapel in the Oxygen Gardens. Anyone is welcome to speak, sing, pray or otherwise sit in silence. Practically any faith is welcome. No blood sacrifices though, huh? The gardens is also where we keep our memorial wall. If you have people you miss, and you want them to be remembered, come down and make sure they're there. There's also a book where you can leave messages to loved ones past and future. Give me a call if someone's missing.

Also I need to talk to someone with a mind for the ethics of artificial intelligence, regarding the line where something's sentient. They need to be patient and keep their temper, no matter how ignorant on the subject I am. I also need to know if anyone around here does ironwork. I'm in the market for a deadbolt, so that in an emergency I don't have to barricade the door to lock it from the inside.

If anyone has questions about the Tranquility, about how things work around here, or regarding what happened last month, I'm here to answer them for you. Orientation for those who want to join Comms is tomorrow, and yes, any help with setting up the new control room would be more than welcome. That's your lot. Petrelli out.
not an ic cut )

( ooc | same rules as the first and second go-rounds; this takes place at O'DARK THIRTY icly, may 8th. i'll do the same i did last time, spread out the comments so it's not 'be here now or suck it': all the bulletins will have gone up in a cluster icly.

this time it's more conscious, but neal will claim no knowledge again. due to the anon function no ic tracing can be done, but it's not like he didn't do this already so the people who know his work don't need to icly beat around the bush to spare MYSTERY etc.

other than that, have fun and remember: smiley is our friend.

...right? )
08 May 2013 @ 06:53 pm
[The video comes on, and without further ado...]

Many of you know me, many of you probably don't. My name is Ianto Jones, and I've been here since the first jump. That's about one and half years now, not counting the time spent in stasis. Back home, I worked for an organization called Torchwood in Cardiff, Wales, on Earth. We were tasked with monitoring a rift in time and space that ran through the city and deposited everything from space debris to living aliens directly on our doorstep. It's safe to say that I have some small experience with the extraterrestrial, many of whom look monstrous but are no better or worse than you or I. In fact, if I've learned anything, it's that the worst monsters aren't the ones who look frightening, they're the ones you least expect. They're the ones who look human, whether or not they really are.

In light of recent events, I thought it prudent to mention that. Many of you haven't been here long enough to remember, but our dear Captain has been implicated in a murder before. A man – a good man – nicknamed Hotspur, discovered a vital piece of information and sought out Ward and Resnik to ask them about it. He was mysteriously locked in a room during the subsequent jump, unable to get out and make it to the gravity couches where he would have been safe. He was able to send us a final message and share what he'd learned before he died horribly.

After Hotspur's death, a small group of us agreed that information needed to be found and shared, but kept from Ward and Resnik's prying eyes. We founded a loose-knit organization called Cambitas in order to share and distribute information anonymously. We started and maintained the information posts, but kept quiet about our identities for our own protection, something that some people took exception to. As it turns out, it was all a bloody useless waste of time anyway. Thanks to the pirates, we've now established that our encryptions are a joke. We can lock things away from each other, but Ward and Resnik have been able to see through us the whole time.

So consider this a coming out party. If we haven't been killed yet, we may as well open the lines of communication completely. The other members of Cambitas will introduce themselves or stay mum as they see fit. They know I'm doing this, but I'm not naming names unless they tell me to.

I've also attached the usual information post, but you'll find it's hopefully somewhat improved. We've been working on it, and plan to keep working on it. This is just step one. Please read it, and no we don't have a Cliffs Notes version. We've tried to make it as easy to navigate as possible. If you have questions, ask. If you have anything to add, tell us. And I'm sorry we got rid of the flowers, but as attention-grabbing as they were, people predictably took the whole thing less seriously.


You're probably confused. Take some time to read this over. We do our best to keep it up to date, and it should answer most of your questions.

THE RUNDOWN » What happened, where you are, what to do
REFERENCE » Basic facts about the ship and solar system
A TIMELINE OF EVENTS » This will take time to read thoroughly, but we
strongly recommend it.
FAQ » Please read this before asking a question on the network
HEADCOUNT » Our current numbers
SPACE TRAINING » If this is your first time aboard a space ship, please watch these helpful videos
COMMUNITY NOTICEBOARD » For all your wants and needs

[Locked from the Master for obvious reasons, visible to everyone else]
On a less official note, I'm calling a meeting of anyone who knows the Doctor or is familiar with Torchwood. In other words, those of you from the same world I'm from… or a similar one, at least. I keep running into you lot unexpectedly, and I think it's a good idea if we all introduce ourselves.
07 December 2012 @ 08:31 pm
[ 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. ]
03 December 2012 @ 01:20 pm
Quick question. There's no obligation to answer, of course, I've just gotten myself wondering. Haven't found a chance to ask.

Has anyone else on board already got experience with being abducted from their own universe? I'm really doubting the odds of it only being me, but I can't say I'm known for good luck in guessing my odds either. I wasn't expecting it the first time.

Thought it might be nice to know.