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.]]

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[backsassin]

[Yeah, sorry Ivan, Zam’s not going to remember that much about your family tree. The fact that you’re all cousins is enough for her.]

Better hurry then, [she says lightly.] I don’t know if my heart could take that.

[She leads the way out of Nomo Deck, looking all too comfortable in her current role as bodyguard. She used to have a job in security after all, what feels like a few thousand years ago when she still thought she was capable of settling down.]

I don’t think I caught your name, by the way.

[whatdidisay]

No one's heart can stand being around Miles for any length of time -- he's a chronic condition.

( he loves his cousin dearly, obviously. he ambles along just fine, an easy pace with his hands shoved into his uniform pockets. no need for a military march here. )

Ivan Vorpatril.

[backsassin]

Ivan Vorpatril. I’m Zam Wesell. Gotta say, as crazy as this whole mess is, it’s a nice break from working in the hold. [She glances back at Ivan.] Better company for one thing. [Or any company at all. There aren’t nearly enough troublemakers on the ship to prevent Zam from spending way too much time sitting with an empty cell.

They exit Nomo Deck and step out into the halls.] Just tell me what direction we’re headed.

[whatdidisay]

A pleasure, Zam. ( oh yeah, he's got this. ) Have to say the same -- the company I normally keep isn't nearly so nice to look at.

( she can think it, he will say it. and it isn't, not when he's trapped with his cousins. )

Eastwards, and down.

[backsassin]

[Zam momentarily looks away from her route to flash him a grin at the compliment.] Really? I would’ve thought a handsome guy like you would have plenty of people looking for the pleasure of your, ah, company.

[whatdidisay]

You overestimate me -- I'm always the one that has to go looking. It would be terrible if I minded it.

( but he doesn't, so it all works out in the end. )