Do not get complacent.

You are not on holiday. This isn't a cruise. The Tranquility is a very dangerous ship, and your life is in constant danger. Fail to pay attention and walk down the wrong corridor, and who knows if you'll find your way back--and if you do, you'll be missing eyes or hands or whole parts of your sanity. Just because it's been quiet recently doesn't mean that any of us are safe. We don't know where we're going, or what will happen when we get there. We don't have a captain, and with Kirk gone, Ward vanished, and Gallagher dead, that means the best you've got is me.

Our survival depends on each other. It depends on you all pulling your weight. Join a department, cook for other people, cut hair, sew, or teach people to fight. Share your experiences and your skills. It's all up to you.

If you have any questions, or you want to know where we need the help, then call me. I'll put you in contact with the right people, or else do everything I can to get you the answers you need.

I don't want to frighten you, but after all this downtime I think it's important that everyone stays on their toes. This peace could collapse in a heartbeat, and it might be you need to fight for your lives. Be ready, that's all I'm asking from any of you.

This is quite a craft.

( the attached voice is feminine, ~*~dark~*~, and colored with an impossible to place (vaguely russian, but... not......) high fantasy accent! she also sounds just slightly detached from current proceedings ― like this pants shittingly terrifying transdimensional jaunt is something she's observing from an outsider's perspective, not her own. )

Not to my tastes, I'm afraid; a man could shred himself on this architecture, and your Tranquility exudes anything but. Still, I'm certain it could be worse. ( KNOCK KNOCK. this is someone rapping their knuckles on some sort of metallic surface. ) She's quite sturdy. Better a well built mausoleum than the alternative.

( hardy har. a beat. )

Your guides mention hostile creatures, but not the breed. I would hear of them, if you'll indulge me; their appearance, their behavior, where they roam, how often they've been seen.

Call it grim curiosity.