18 July 2013 @ 12:40 am


[It's been a long time since Meg has done something so public. She mostly just brings up things with others when they decide to show their face on the network. It's not even anger that fuels her right now. She's ticked off, sure, but that's just at the thought that still people were siding with the whole 'demon' thing instead of what she actually had been accomplishing here.]

[She's not healing. Not as quickly as she expected, at least. It's possible that it's the ship. That she's just worn out her welcome with the body that's been reconstituted at her request. One little spill into holy fire and a bit of torture -- one would think she'd be able to handle this easier.]

[Her eye isn't swollen shut at least. Bruised, yes. Lacerations look worse than they feel, the split lip is where her current aggravation is, and all the ice in the world won't get rid of the swollen state of her jaw. The rest of her is equally banged up, but she's not doing a full-frontal thing here.]


You know what I really hate? [Given that she could bring up a dozen things that have something to do with her getting summoned and then beat to hell... instead she goes the opposite route.]

When you bite the inside of your lip, it swells up, and then you spend all that time trying hard not to bite the swollen spot, but you can never manage it. You bite it again and again. It just keeps reopening, the blood keeps tinting everything you eat.

Even worse is when you figure it's almost healed and then you bite down on it even harder than the first time around.

[She frowns.] Oh, if anyone has any straws -- I'm looking for some. This split lip is a real bitch to try and drink anything.

[It's difficult to not mention Jo and what happened. To make her into the villain for a change, but it's not worth it. People know Jo. They'll side with her over a demon pretty easily. She's sure of that. For all that everyone says that what happened back home stays there -- she knows it's all just something we tell each other so we can sleep better at night.]
 
 
[ There is white and red and black, bone and blood and rotting flesh, when the camera first blinks on. Some fiddling, dirty fingers tapping at the lens then pulling it back reveals that the rot is not a human passenger but bovine; the cow that has been on board since Strela, effectively smashed by the jump by all appearance, but rotted already -- rotted for months, by the look of it. (For a year, its owner will tell you, and forensic analysis will back up her story.)

More fiddling, those filthy fingers and long strands of dirty golden-blonde hair (falling, from the looks of things, coming out in chunks and joining the cow on the floor of the ship) covering the lens until Jaye can look into the screen properly. Once again, she looks like a mess. It's worse, this time. Worse physically and mentally, and it's easy to tell by how she interacts with the camera, slides her thumb up over the lens and bobs her head like a bird. It's almost like she can't quite remember what she's supposed to do. ]


I heard voices, [ she starts, voice a hoarse, scratchy mess. Unlike last time she doesn't try to save it, pushes on as if she's talking to herself and her dead cow and not anyone who's listening. ] Are you back? It's been so long. I didn't mean to leave -- I couldn't get there. I was so close and just like him, just couldn't get there. The halls just kept going and then the ship screamed and I had to change before I did, too.

[ She shifts onto her haunches, rocking back and forth, not looking at the camera -- looking around instead, taking in how things look with eyes that aren't the compound eyes of an insect. One hand moves up to move some hair behind an ear and the hair simply falls down in strands, leaving a patch of bare scalp behind on her head. ] It was red again. Red and angry, so angry, the whole time. I didn't mean to do it this time, I didn't -- but I figured it out. They're the same, aren't they? Exactly the same. Trickster and hero and villain all at once. "Fear not, I will help you."

[ There's a laugh, then a sob, then both at once. ]

Don't be mad. A year isn't forty. Just-Like-Creator took the flesh and threw it over the land, and there grew the tribes of men.

[ One hand reaches for the skull of the cow, for the rot covering it, and draws. :) ]

((ooc: Explanation over here!))
 
 
17 March 2013 @ 07:58 pm
[ The feed starts with an orange tabby yawning into it until Carolyn shoos him away, brushing some of the cat hair off her lap as she adjust the screen. She's in her room today, the tomcat who helped start the video settling against her side. Judging by the orange tail sticking out from her other side, there's another cat in with her. ]

Tranquility. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Carolyn Fry. I do what I can to try to teach what I can about living in space and the flight crew, and I'll get to that, but I'm hoping some of you might be able to give some advice of your own first.

[ She pauses, looking distinctly uncomfortable. ]

How do you tell if a cat is pregnant? And how do you stop them from... trying to reproduce? Doctor Tam, maybe?

[ Pets are so out of her league it isn't even funny. Shaking her head, she takes a breath and then continues. ]

Anyway. The flight crew is always looking for more members. If you don't have any experience working with spacecraft, we'll teach you. As of right now, a great deal of what we do is maintenance. Anyone who's interested can talk to me or one of the other members about it.

In addition, I know a lot of you are new to space or to more modern technology in general. I have a series of videos that may help. They include the ship's official evacuation procedures, how to stay healthy and safe, and some of what we know about this universe in general. There will be a live review of all of these, but for anyone who can't make it or would like to review on their own time, the videos can be found in the link I'm attaching.

[ That is, here. ]

In addition to this jump's review, I'd also like to know what you'd like to learn about. It doesn't necessarily have to be about space specifically. If you speak up, I'll see what I can do.
 
 
10 March 2013 @ 06:49 pm
[ The feed clicks on to show a man with blond hair and sharp blue eyes, expression calm - maybe even a bit unimpressed. When he speaks there's a similar nonchalance, emphasized by the slight southern drawl. He's wearing something that looks a lot like a bullet proof vest, and there's a gold badge prominently displayed on the chest. ]

Greetings, good people of the Tranquility. [ An edge of sarcasm, mocking the formality. ] My name is William Johns, and I've got a bit of a problem - I was transporting a dangerous criminal when things went a little haywire. Needless to say, this was not my intended destination.

[ There's a pause to consider the unresponsive screen and the futility of acting like there's anything familiar to be found here, but he goes ahead anyway. It's clear by his tone that he's going through the motions, isn't expecting anything useful to come out of it. ]

If the name Richard B. Riddick rings a bell, it's in your best interests to let me know.

[ And, with that out of the way: ]

Failing that, let me know if you've heard of the Tangiers or Helion systems. I'd also suggest having an engineer look at your cryo-chambers, see if they can't swap them out for models that don't make such a damn mess. [ That's a joke. Mostly. ]