02 January 2016 @ 11:17 pm
We keep having animal attacks. Even with regular perimeter patrols, that's cause for concern. With people still living in tents, we're too exposed. I know people have been making efforts to construct other dwellings, but those piecemeal efforts can only take us so far.

One thing we have an overabundance of is trees. If we get everyone working together, we can build a simple stockade and increase the security of the camp. It's not complicated engineering, but we need bodies to get it up in a timely manner, especially with the jungle increasingly coming up with new threats.
07 December 2015 @ 02:18 pm
I've made some sticks.

[ The video begins as if in mid conversation, because hey, we're all friends, here. Hawke's voice is audible as the speaker, but the feed is pointed downwards, where a cluster of -- indeed -- sticks are gathered on the ground. Or rather, roughly crafted staves. A sense of scale gives the impression that they're at least five to six foot in length, trimmed and mostly polished smooth, ends blunted. The video doesn't move from this view throughout. ]

They're for hitting one another with, although allegedly, some skill goes into it. Not fancy, when compared to your amazing thunder blast wands [ he knows they're called 'guns', probably ] but at least they don't run out of anything. If you'd like to learn how to hit things with sticks really well, I'll be practicing west of camp. We can have a go at each other. It'll be fun.

[ Definitely for Hawke, anyway. ]
20 November 2015 @ 01:29 am
This is William Adama. Most of you I've probably already spoken with about this, but there are always new arrivals and it's possible I've missed someone. Any adult interested in participating in watch rotation should get in contact with me. I prefer to discuss the actual details face to face, but this gives better coverage.
[Some things never change. ANd one of those things was crises interupting attempts to plan anything. He's been wanting to ask about this matter for a while, but then they'd had to decide what to do about Van Rijn's people and then that thing had gotten loose. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

So he's asking now before anything else can come up.]

Is there any place on board that I might be able to find rings? I can manage without, but if we have the option, I'd like to do this properly.

[Call him old fashioned, call him a hopeless romantic, it's all probably true. But in the end, the important thing is that he's going to marry her. And it's important enough to overriding his feelings about network communication.]
[He's about to use an integrated computer network to question the wisdom of an integrated computer network. He is well aware of how absurd that is. But it's the fastest way to find the ship's population as a whole. He'd never denied that there are conveniences to networks. He just doesn't consider them worth the risks.

And with the knowledge that there are Cylons on board. He can't just grumble any more. He has questions. He's managed to work out filters. Though he doesn't trust them enough to say why he has these questions.]

I want to know more about this network. What measures have we put in place to ensure security? Is there a way to isolate vital systems in case of a breach?

Never held with this much integration.