17 February 2012 @ 08:31 pm


a/s/t

refresher course for anyone whos forgotten the drill
a = age duh
s = species
t = time
when youre from the year day hour minute the whole shebang
in fact you can forget the other things that last one is the only one i actually give the remotest shit about
my single shit is a star millions of light years away and if you squint through the hubble or something you might catch its distant twinkle
but thats it
dont actually answer the rest of it i really dont care if youre a middle aged phosphorescent insurance salesman from mars just give me the digits
and if you got the lowdown on the timeline in this hellhole cough it up now

ps
whichever one of you assholes put baby got back on my thing
put it back
thats my jam

pps
need a suit
its for work

also a ps
john pick your shit up off the floor or im throwing it outside this isnt a goddamn zoo


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13 February 2012 @ 11:39 pm
Two quick questions.

Numero uno: how many of us have been off this tin can? Not like, ever, that would be a pretty stupid question. Just since we got landed here, I mean. Can we get a show of hands?

Dos: any folks who have, description? Did you have to get your big bubble helmets on and walk around with a tube leading back here for air, or what? And please, please, tell me that there's like... A space mall, or something. I don't see the point in leaving your home planet unless you can get tacky souvenirs out of the deal. Space souvenirs. Like... Space snow globes.

Or space burritos, at the space food court.

Why does everything sound better when you put 'space' in front of it?
 
 
[ jenna's more than a little perturbed by the recent realizations-- doors with messages on them, missing people-- but she still tries to pin on a happy face for her post. it's a little wilted around the edges, but sincere all the same. ]

So, in my grand tradition of beating a dead horse: welcome to the Tranquility, new kids. And... welcome back to the rest of us, I guess. If we haven't met already, I'm Jenna.

First order of business: a couple of us have been putting lists together, and maps. Maybe we should throw them together? One stop shopping style, easier for everyone. Oh, and: if you're new, or if this is your second jump and you're antisocial, please just put your name on a list. I don't care if the name is fake-- although anyone claiming to be named Seymour Butts gets the door-- but just give us a name so we can know you're here.

Last time around, we had a party slash movie night. Anyone up for another one? Booze, food, making some connections-- nothing wrong with that.

[ she taps her fingers against her thigh, clearly trying to think if she's forgotten anything. ]

Oh hey, while I'm at it-- does anyone have a hoodie they'll trade for?

flagged to those around for the first jump )

text ; private ; hackable )

voice ; private to dr. john watson ; hackable )
 
 
18 January 2012 @ 10:25 pm
[WHOS THIS DOUCHEB no who is this charming gentleman

Wily's well-groomed and wearing his best three piece grey suit THANK GOD that came with him in his locker yes. He's smiling serenely at the camera
]

Well, well, well. Hello there! It's probably about time I did the whole introducing myself formally 'round these parts, isn't it?

Doctor Albert Wily, at your service. [jaunty bow]

Right, so, I've already gathered that we're in space on some sort of hyperadvanced non-euclidian space ship headed for god-knows-where with a bunch of people pulled from various alternate universes. No need to explain that part. I've also already gathered the whole "No, you can't go home" though I've heard some vague thing about how if this boat gets where it's going we'll be allowed to go home.

Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical about that part. And even if it's true, I'm hardly patient, and I imagine most of you aren't either. So... I suppose my first question is, have any of you made a concerted effort to start figuring out how this bucket of bolts works, and if so, how might an enterprising engineer like myself go about doing the same?

Right, second question is who is in charge of this boat? I keep hearing about captain and crew and so on, but I've yet to see them posting around. Granted, you're all a chatty bunch, and it's hard to keep up with Wonder if I could program a simple content aggregator to filter relevant posts... hmm so I may have missed it.

Anyway.

Third question: what sort of music do you listen to, and can any of you play insturments or sing? Very important. It's far too quiet 'round these parts.

Thank you, and have a wonderful day.
 
 
16 January 2012 @ 09:23 am
[Pssst. Hey guys, I totally missed out on the handwave meme but Rarity would have made the most fantabulous clothes for anyone who asked. Except Stats who explicitly wanted something plain and not fantabulous, boo.

AND NOW FOR A VIDEO POST IN WHICH PONIES DO NOT GET IT:
]

You know, for all I hear of this being some sort of ship, I've never managed to find my way up onto the docks. Of course, half of the lifts seem to be broken and this place is a sheer labyrinth on its own, but would love to see the ocean or whatever it is we're sailing on. Not only that, but I just long to get some fresh air. I miss the breeze on my face!

Has any...one [she is still adjusting to that] managed to find their way up there yet? You simply must take me there.
 
 
28 December 2011 @ 09:14 pm
Okay, let me get this straight. We're on a spaceship, right? We're talking about some advanced fuckin' technology here, living in... Space, and all that. So whatever society built the system that got us here, it's all impressive and futuristic and shit. I'm cool with that. That's cool. I've still got a few questions about how it functions, though.

Like the how the fuck it can blip us folks in out of nowhere, and we're flying through space, but apparently these people didn't have Jersey Shore.

[he brandishes a disc with a look of disgust. somebody misses their cable, it seems.]

I'm not so sure about this fancy futuristic society, man.
 
 
[ Two familiar faces flicker to life in video. This’ll be short and what passes for sweet; they don’t have time enough to do anything else. ]

We’ll be stopping at Tansei Station in about an hour.

[ A sigh. Now, the other part. ] Unfortunately, the ship’s too big to dock at that station safely—we’ll need to dock with a shuttle. There’s only one working at the moment, and we’re taking it.

We apologize. That’s just the way things are. [ They can't fit all of you on it, and they're not playing favorites. ]

In addition to fuel, we’ll be stocking our food stores with meat and dairy products, plus a few other things. We’re also taking requests for personal items. We’ll get what we can, but we can’t promise anything; just tell us what you want and we'll see if we can get it. [ Within reason. ]

Try not to break anything while we’re gone.

OOC NOTE ▒ Direct your comments to either Ward or Resnik by placing their name in the subject line, along with the type of return transmission (video, audio, or text). Comments without a specific name in the subject line will be treated as a question directed to the both of them.
 
 
[ sup, fellow space kidnapees. a considerably more relaxed jenna, here. ]

Okay: so here's a question that doesn't have anything to do with your spaceship related skills or why we shouldn't wander off by ourselves.

If we're all stuck here together-- the together part is key-- doesn't it make sense to get to know each other a little? I'm not saying we need nightly family dinner, but maybe one time so everyone can meet, exchange names, mingle, develop basic connections?

...And make a roster, maybe. Because asking if 'that really taciturn guy I met by the elevator' is okay doesn't have the same ring as a name. [ sup spock. ] And not to be looking at the negative already, but that way people without someone they already know here don't end up slipping through the cracks.

[ she spreads her hands wide and grins, teasingly. ]

So, are we in? Because if we all have to shower together, we should probably have dinner first.

Oh, and one more thing. [ jenna holds up an iPod, waving it a little. ] Can anyone in the science club tell me they can recharge this? I have an almost full battery, but that's not going to last forever. I can trade... I don't know, something for it. We can work it out.


filtered to alaric saltzman | private | hackable )
 
 
13 December 2011 @ 02:29 pm
[Greetings, Tranquility passengers. It's your resident 51st century flirt, Captain Jack Harkness, and just from the video, with the broad white smile and the twinkle in his very blue eyes, it's obvious that he's laying on the charm. He's looking for answers, and he knows that he can pretty much flirt them out of anyone if he tries hard enough, so that's exactly what he's going to do]

So. We're stuck on a ship. How many of you out there have gone exploring so far? What have you found? I think we're pretty much all aware of the stasis tubes and the passenger's quarters, but what else is there out there on the ship? It's not like there's a map or a guide or anything. And for those of you who're interested... Anyone wanna go exploring? It could be fun. You know, you and me. We'll have ourselves an adventure.

Speaking of passengers quarters, by the way, I don't know about the rest of you, but as much as I love the setup, I'd give an arm and a leg for a private bathroom. [He makes a face as if whoever designed the ship is listening] I'm just saying...
 
 
11 December 2011 @ 07:42 pm
Alright, well, I thought -- given that everyone else is doing their, their own little polls, I thought I would put up another one. Very easy, nothing strenuous, I promise, just -- where you come from. Your home, I would say, but not everyone must've been living in their home when they were taken, and -- well.

Planets would be more useful, maybe, now that I think of it. Since the point is, given that we have -- nonhumans, and all sorts of people... and, well, I was thinking we could at the very least see the range of planets that it has to have visited or... been able to mysteriously take people from, before we were brought here. A gauge of its abilities. Obscure as they are.

I can't say I'm from anywhere especial myself -- just Earth. I never thought that that would be only an option.

[a text ETA;] Alright, it's been brought up that this falls a little short, so here are some extra questions. Granted, this isn't mandatory, but if you're aware of any of the answers, having a list may help us in the long run.

Time (and calendar)
Planet
Star system
Relevant cluster
 
 
11 December 2011 @ 06:58 pm
[the feed clicks on and we have a redheaded young woman looking at the video feed. she's got the standard crew uniform on for now, since she still hasn't gotten a hold of her armor. she's apparently in a hallway for now but if you look in the back there's a blond haired man standing not far off and scrolling through his own device- but lets get back to the lady.

she looks pretty serious for now, but she tries to smile for the camera.]


Ignoring the other mysteries on this vessel, this is a call for all members of the Freelancer Program. If anyone under that designation is present, report immediately with your status. I'll rebroadcast this request in 24 hours just in case.

[she glances over her shoulder at north for a moment and turns back to the screen, her frown deepening.] And if anyone else aboard has seen a woman in her thirties, blonde hair, responds to South, it would be appreciated if you would leave a message here.

[pause.] And has anyone found any of their personal effects anywhere but in the lockers provided to us? I'm missing a few things.
 
 
10 December 2011 @ 08:38 pm
ok listen up ivve only got so much fuckin time i can wwaste on you people
theres been some confusion here wwith this wwhole alien vs human thing
by the wway humans are aliens too you knoww just think about that
an i figure its time to fuckin set some a this straight

for the record im not an artist an these are undeniably shitty i knoww that
drawwin is more neps thing but shes not here
i think
so im takin control


OOC cut for pictures & more troll font )


on a completely unrelated note
if anyone has any fuckin hairspray
or a brush
or gel
anyfin
i wwill trade you a gold ring for it
just one gold ring but theyre real fuckin gold im allergic to fake shit
like magic an pyrite


heres wwhere edits are goin since im gettin some fuckin decent feedback here
OOC cut again for more troll text/possible length )

((OOC: Eridan's art was donated by my friend :) uhh if text+pic isn't something the comms can do, imagine that he turned on the video long enough to hold the pictures up to the camera in order? Yeah. That works.

Also, a more normal version of this post can be found here, if you don't like troll font. Took out the ww's and vv's too. Please let me know if you don't like the font, though, otherwise I'll tag you back in it. :X))
 
 
10 December 2011 @ 08:31 pm
[The video feed clicks on in an odd little space, that may or may not be a storage closet or such somewhere in the ship. The view changes once more as a face takes over as the main focus. Please ignore the scruffy look, blood shot eyes, and slight pallor to his skin. Maintenance of this body is not a big priority with him right now as he holds up what looks like an odd sort of computer table/ipad/futuristic notebook depending on your time and era. He fumbles with it for a bit and seems to be using a finger to write something on it. Stopping and fumbling as if it’s either complicated or he can’t get his hand to move just the right way yet for the process. Or possibly it’s both, either way he finishes and turns it towards the screen showing a very alien script on it.]

OOC cut for image )

[After a bit he removes it from view and looks expectantly at the camera before he decides to speak.]

Has the central command of the ship been found or explored, or even the security and communication rooms? I do not believe that these devices are the only way to broadcast messages, especially as there would need to be a way to communicate with outposts and other ships that may be sharing the same space as us. How easily defendable would we be in such a case of hostility is completely unknown at present because of these missing facts.

Not to mention chances for civil unrest as well if there isn’t a structured command in which to field any problems.

[He doesn’t elaborate on such anymore, as the real goal of the post has already been accomplished. So the feed clicks off.]



((OOC: Translation: If you can read and understand this, what is your designation and appointed field of duty?))
 
 
 
08 December 2011 @ 08:04 pm
[Cybertronian encryption]
This is Ratchet. Who else hails from Cybertron on this ship?

[Open voice]
How many here woke up organic? I've made a perusal of the activity on the network already and I am quite curious.
 
 
08 December 2011 @ 02:35 am
It has only been a few mere hours and already this way of communicating with one another is teeming with life. Fascinating devices, are they not? I dare say that in my travels across Alternia, I have never seen anything quite like it.

However, there has still been no contact with anyone outside of "new arrivals."I am beginning to wonder if there is even a crew to be had at all. Then again, perhaps no one has yet tried to send a message to said crew directly, have they? If that is the case, then if any of those staffed are paying mind to anything being recorded on here, I humbly request an audience of sorts.

Aside from what I agreed to do through an earlier conversation, I believe that I will stay in that "locker" block, to aside those that may need it.
 
 
08 December 2011 @ 01:18 am
[ The screen flickers, and a girl of about 11 with long brown hair and eyes that seem to stare right into the heart of you appear. Despite the communication device visual, it's apparent she's a little different then most little girls. Maybe it's the way she bridges her fingertips,  or how she purses her lips before speaking. ]

 All of this communication babbling has to stop. You're doing nothing by clouding the waves.

[ She extends three fingers ]

 We're all here against our will, as far as I know. [ Two fingers remain ]
 The conclusion is that it's something other than us. [One finger ] And we're certainly from different places, if my talk with Elizaveta is anything to go by. There's no crew. Just us and our uniforms that are strangely accurate in size. 

 So here's the open ended question, folks: Who are we trusting enough to lead us for the time being?

OOC: And bedtime for me! i'll tag everyone as soooon as I wake up, I promise! I just was way too excited for this comm to open.