video; july 10th

[quixotically]

Alright. Need some help here, guys. This is important, if I could have your attention, please, just for a couple of minutes.

For those of you who weren't here when we visited Amissis-Re, let me fill you in real quick. There was a scientist on that world who was studying the Ingress there, and she figured out how to fix it. For a little while, people could go back home. But it didn't last. Something about the Reverse Ingress fell apart -- I'm not entirely sure what went wrong, honestly, I just know it did.

But, as we were leaving Amissis-Re, someone found a journal the scientist had kept. The person who found it, Alphonse Elric, posted about it on the network. But Mr. Elric isn't on board any more. I've spent the past few days looking for the journal, since Doc Yewll thinks if we could decipher the scientist's notes, it could help us figure out how to fix our Ingress.

With the ship in this state, it's been really hard for me to track it down. I could really use some help looking for it. If anyone has it, or wants to help search, or has any kind of idea where it might've been kept, or anything like that? Please, let me know.


[ooc: There were three journals from the host in total, but Elle doesn't know that. Al was the only one who posted publicly on the network that I could find, so that's the only one she knows about!]

001 Video

[freiheiten]

[Levi is standing in what is left of the gardens. The giant tree that was once big, green and full of life if now cold, colorless, and sharp with glass. He doesn't like it, but there isn't anything he can do about it so he doesn't mention it. He doesn't look shaken, or upset from all the violence, death and insanity that just happened around them. Honestly, he doesn't show much of any emotion at all.]

The gardens aren't that safe anymore with the glass everywhere.

[There is mewing off camera. The cats from the tree and that roam the gardens are no doubt the cause as they linger at his feet in search for attention.]

Is there anywhere to move the cats? Also I need a place for my horse.

[Just as he says that, a black muzzle of a horse comes right at Levi's ear and snorts a lung full of air into his hair. Levi doesn't wince, but he frowns and looks mildly annoyed.]

Stop being gross. [His eyes flicker to the horse. His hands comes to the muzzle and the camera catches that tiny smile before it shuts off.]

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[sketchycharacter]

[The following is actually a series of three separate posts to the network; all three are posted in fairly quick succession, likely before anyone can reply to the first two, though they are open to comments.]

how do you make it so not everyone can read one of these things

[like thirty seconds later]

oh

[a couple of minutes later LOCKED FROM CERTAIN PEOPLE NAMED ELENA FISHER]

so a bunch of people use this system to pour their hearts out and get other people to do the same which usually seems weird to me. i mean just because you say it over the mid doesn't mean you won't run into people later and make it really weird and awkward. i don't know maybe that's just me.

except what the hell i'm pretty drunk right now so why the fuck not!

RIDDLE ME THIS, CREWMATES. pretend for a minute that you're a complete asshole who somehow got the most amazing woman in the world to marry you, fucked it up real fast like dropped a grenade on it bad BECAUSE you're a complete asshole, got her to take you back and start over and then fucked it up again.

what do you do? asking for a friend.

also the first person to make a suggestion that actually works can have some of my alcohol stash. everyone else can fuck off i'm not sharing.

( Drunk )

( Drunker )

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[VIDEO]

[dust_of_life]

[As always, Fatima's painted her makeup on about an inch thick before addressing the network. And given that this is an extra special announcement, she'd done up her hair in a librarian bun and chosen her most respectable outfit.

Or, at least, what she considers respectable, coming from 2009 Los Angeles: It's a red blazer and short, leather miniskirt, showing off her lovely and shapely legs.

...Los Angeles. What are you gonna do?

But, really, it's never the clothes or the makeup that contribute most to her costuming. It's the attitude, the emphasis on devil-may-care, I've-seen-it-all, too-jaded-to-ever-be-wide-eyed-again. She has it down to an art. If she says so herself.]

Okay, so. Hi. Fatima Merali here. I'm now lord high poo-bah of the hydroponics initiative or something. Which means I'm gonna be in charge of growing us fruits and vegetables. Assuming we don't all go down in a fireball of death.

...could we maybe not go down in a fireball of death? Because that would be super.

Anyway, while I'm truly badass when it comes to gardening, I don't know if I'm badass enough to provide for the dietary needs of everyone on board all by myself. So, I guess I'm looking to see if any of you would be interested in joining me in the initiative. The captains seem to be cool with it, since they let me get out of an otherwise hilariously awful job situation so...

Just something to think about. Here to answer your questions. I have nowhere else to be.

[video; locked to: Anakin/Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Leia, Rey, Ava, Cassandra, and Wanda]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[The video post actually starts off with a kitten walking over the top of it, soft muffled talking with the heavy padding of paws over-foot for a moment, and then a "hey, hey, not right now." It's finally adjusted so Anakin can talk into the MID properly. He's still tired; those circles under his eyes aren't likely to go away any time soon, but it's countered with a small almost-smile. Not sad, not perfect, but present.]

Look, I know with everything the ship's been through in the last week, time is short and expensive. I'll try to keep this brief. With the recent mishandling of hostile situations on-board and with "relations" with our...host planets?

Obi-Wan, what would you even call them?

[As he's here and has ears and common sense, Kenobi is quick to take hold of Anakin's MID and address the network himself, although he's merely... correcting Anakin's word choices, anyway.]

Well, first, I wouldn't say it was mishandled. Nor would I call what came of that as relations. Otherwise, host planet seems just fine.

[Leave it to Kenobi to be pedantic. He smiles thinly into the camera and then disappears back off-screen for for the time being, leaving Skywalker to his pitch.

Anakin rolls his eyes as he takes the camera back.]

Anyway, we've both been thinking. All of you have, at some point or another, expressed pointed interest in what it is we do, and we think it's high time to take advantage of that.

[A pause as he carefully defers back to Obi-Wan. This is skirting new territory that he's not even sure how to press forward with, only that he can't do it alone.]

I think what Anakin is suggesting is that we make good use of our time here. There's no end in sight, so this is the perfect time to take stock in what we know and give credence to what we don't. In this case, the more the merrier.

[It's enough to cover the breadth of what they talked about, and therefore Kenobi feels satisfied in leaving the rest of this in Anakin's hand. Kitten now in tow, he disappears off-screen once more.]

I want to be clear that this isn't an obligation. [Not yet.] I'm--We are not asking you to give anything up, regardless of how the old Order did it. All I'm asking is that you want to help.


[ooc note: being on this filter is no obligation to reply; if you want on the ~Jedi Training~ filter and you're not, let's get that CR rolling otherwise.]