video, December 20

[hellsbel]

[Bel's face should be tolerably familiar after weeks of ship patrols. It's a little sharper now, a little older, than it was three weeks ago.]


Thorne here. You've probably all seen Navigator Manasseh's video by now. I don't know what the hell that was, but for all intents and purposes we're dealing with a hostile intruder on board.

I'd like to call for combat-trained volunteers to protect and escort civilian crew members between essential areas of the ship. If you have an essential job somewhere on the ship, get someone who doesn't to escort you. Everyone else, stay together in public areas. Try the mess hall. At least you won't be hungry.

Anyone who figures out how to hurt the thing? Let us know.

Anyone want to help hunt it down? Let's talk.

Keep your eyes on your map. Call in if it looks like anyone is alone somewhere on the ship. Don't wait for them to call for help; they might not be able to. We'll go pick them up. If you want to go, take a friend.

If you need company on your workshift or to go anywhere, get in touch. And if you hear about anyone who needs company, see what you can do.

[a dry grin] I hope someone's feeding the cats.


[Volunteers will be asked to take charge of the following:

• Escort fellow crew from their rooms to a common area (mess hall or library, paired with another volunteer so no one has to return alone)
• Escort fellow crew back and forth from common areas to the infirmary (to visit friends)
• Stand by in the infirmary to escort medical personnel wherever needed
• Escort essential crew to areas of the ship that can't be left unmanned and stay with them while they work (nonessential crewpeople/civilians are invited for this)
• Arm up in pairs and stalk the intruder

For the record, Bel is always up for escort duty, but really, really wants to do some intruder-stalking. >3]


[[If anyone wants to handwave IC first meetings, that's fine! Threadhopping to check in with other characters and make hall-buddy plans is encouraged in here.]]

Comments

[backsassin]

Wha-- oh. [Yes, come to think of it, she does have vague memories of spilling her guts about the circumstances surrounding her death on the network. Apparently copious of amounts of alcohol had done little to make her forget. Zam’s not easily embarrassed, but she does feel a prickle of self-consciousness knowing that she ran her mouth to that extent.

Regardless, she at least appreciates the sentiment.] Yeah, that’s a… good way of thinking about it. [A lighter tone slips into her voice.] At this rate, you’ll flatter me until I’m paying you for this.

[vengeance_driven]

You are not the only one who likes to get paid, especially for dangerous things.

But since I have a fistful of diamonds that can be valuable in some places? I think we'll make out okay. [Even if he's had some abysmal luck handling diamonds in the past.]

[backsassin]

[The mention of precious gemstones gets Zam’s attention.] Where I’m from, fistfuls of diamonds tend to be valuable in most places.

How’d you manage to get your hands on them here?

[vengeance_driven]

They were given to the higher rank people before we went down to the glass planet. I didn't spend any. I saved.

I want to get a vehicle, so I am trying to keep my money or things to trade.

[backsassin]

Huh. [Stars, why does this have to be so complicated? So you can use the ranks as currency… but the ranks also earn you currency?]

You know, I think this would all be a lot easier if the ship used credits like everywhere else in the galaxy.