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[The man who appears on the screen is a nice shade of sky blue and a dark shade of grumpy looking, paired all up with a set of sinister looking red eyes. When he talks, gold that decorates his jagged teeth shine. Truly a man of high-quality tastes. He sounds it, too. What's in direct contrast to everything is that there's a brightly colored wall behind him, painted in the bright paint fashion typical of day care facilities.]

Look, I just wound up here an' the first thing they did was put me on assignment with a bunch of rugrats that don't even come waist high. But seein' as me an' the faculty got two very distinct ideas of 'life skills', looks like I'll be lookin' for some alternative work.

I'm plannin' on some freelance but I'm used to workin' with other people. So if there comes up some work soon, I'd like to find someone that can play nice with others.

My standards for "playin' nice" [he raises his hand in view of the feed, does a so so motion with his hand which is just as blue as the rest of him] ain't exactly the same as everybody else's. [He's got the low bar of 'don't steal from me and don't stab me in the back'. Only someone he really likes can get away with that shit, and even then they're coming out with some bruises in tender places if he can get his hands on them.] So I think we could come to an arrangement.

[In the background some kid says-] Mr. Udonta I gotta pee and Keli won't get out of the bathroom.

[And Yondu turns away, looks off screen to respond.] Then go pee! There's a plant over there. It probably needs waterin' anyway.

camouflage

Let's talk hypotheticals. You're crossing a suspension bridge. You have to reach the other side at any cost. The bridge is wide enough only for one person to pass at a time. A man approaches from the other side with a gun. How do you cross?

seekingmyfortune

[The video opens with a myriad of dizzying images: a few quick, blurry shakes that indicate the owner of the TAB has no idea how to turn it on, a couple of glimpses at the ground as they spin the device to try and find a button, a palm as it strikes down on the screen.

Clearly someone isn't used to such technology. They even mutter a:]

Jesus, how does this thing--?

[Sam jumps a little as he turns the TAB to face him, only to see that it's already recording. And what a sight he is to behold, with dirt on his clothes and blood on his nose and down his left arm. He looks like he could go for a nice hot bath, or like he's just come out of a jungle.]

Holy shit, okay. Okay, uh--hey.

[That's what you're supposed to say, right? Sam gives a small little uncommitted half wave with his free hand, like he's not exactly sure if that's what he should do.]

I'm not sure if anyone is actually on the other end of this, but if there are others out there, I could use a little help. I mean I realize I'm not exactly in Kansas anymore, but space? A whole other planet? Come on, somebody's gotta be busting my balls here, right? At least buy a guy a drink and let him have a cigarette first before you throw that at him.

[He pauses as if expecting some kind of laugh track or other response, but then continues shortly after.]

Also, I--[He shifts uncomfortably, considering what he should say. It takes him a little longer than before to speak again, but once he does, he looks directly at the camera.] I'm looking for my brother. He's about this tall, he's got bro--oh, shit!

[Which is the last curse everyone hears as he accidentally loses his grip on his TAB and it tumbles to the floor and turns off. He'll get the hang of this eventually.]

readytocomply

[Before Bucky starts the video, he makes sure it's broadcasting to all of Thisavrou. The Moirans, Savrii, anyone that might be visiting. His expression is passive, reserved even, but his tone is firm.]

I'm gonna make this quick as I can. Most of the people here are from somewhere else. Different universes, different ways of doing things.

[His eyes narrow.]

But what's wrong is wrong and what's right is right.

[Even after what he's been through, he can still tell the difference.]

I wasn't on the Moira when the slavers took some of us, but I heard about them after. We've visited worlds that treat people like shit because they want to. They take advantage and they hurt carelessly. So far this place hasn't been that way. Everyone is nice. [Something that makes him wary, still.] But if anyone, and I mean anyone, starts treatin' robots like they're soul-less. Worthless. Nothing. They'll have to answer to me. Same goes for anyone else, robot or otherwise.

Everyone deserves to be treated fairly, got it?

[It's not a direct threat, but it's close. He knows some people won't like it, but they can come talk to him if they don't. He doesn't like the attention this might get him, but he knows it's a point worth making. Something he knows certain people need to hear. He cuts the feed.]

[ooc: all responses will come in the form of a text message.]

nohalfway

[ It's pretty clear that whoever is handling the TAB is having difficulty figuring it out. Following some muffled profanities and crackling as the video is essentially a moving blur, the image clears to the visual of a young teen. Her red hair is messy, pulled back into a loose bun where her bangs continuously fall in her face. Different from her initial arrival, she is clean and devoid of any showing injury. There's a very clear scar on her eyebrow, which seems to have uniquely ceased the growth of hair, leaving a wide gap. That very brow wrinkles as she leans over the TAB and inspects. ]

Is this stupid thing working or what?

[ "Stupid", says the one who found this thing super awesome five minutes ago. The charm died out when she realized just how incapable she is of utilizing most technology. ]

Oh--

Oh, I see it now. It says "recording".

[ Ellie's voice is a touch hoarse, so she speaks quietly. She leans back in her chair when she is comfortable in knowing it's working. The teen takes a deep breath, exhaling heavily before speaking. ]

Okay, so I'm... Basically being told here that I should take a shot at, [ Ellie shrugs, waving her arms a bit to make a gesture. ] this. Getting acclimated, socializing, or something.

Anyway.

[ She waves, lips curled in a crooked, awkward and shy sort of smile. ]

What's up? I'm Ellie. I've been here a few weeks, but I haven't done anything on the network yet. So, er.

Nice... To meet everyone? I guess.

[ Her glance shifts away, and she eventually shakes her head and begins to reach for the TAB. ]

So that was pointless. How do I shut this thing off?

[ Ellie picks up the TAB, where the camera shows a pretty full image up her nose and under her chin as she flips it this way and that. A few more profanities, and eventually the feed shuts off. ]

prorenataa

[ Good afternoon fellow Ex-Moirans, enjoy a dizzying spin of the device before it settles to show a wide expanse of apple orchard. Occasionally, darting into the frame, is the form of a certain well known bahari, only he seems ... different.

Bigger, much bigger, probably standing almost four feet at the shoulder, his scales are now smoother and more colorful, with bioluminescent lines along his sides that are currently lit up with what appears to be a joyful color. His mane is also smoother, more mature and at one point, as he darts past, he gives what sounds like a little hiccup and a small burst of fire comes from his mouth.

The fire seems to surprise him, someone is still getting used to having grown up.

However, that is not the purpose of today's network contact.

From off to the side, comes Adrien's voice. If it sounds like he's picking apples it's because ... he's picking apples. ]

Quick question to the company assembled. Does anyone have any experience with very old Earth based computer technology? Specifically, floppy disks.

rekt

[ see john murphy. see what looks like the interior of a very fancy treehouse behind him, as the tab sits propped up on a sink faucet, murphy in front of what looks like an electric stove (no gas fires in the tree houses, okay). he's turning the knobs and frowning as he talks, distracted, but multitasking well enough. ]

Show of hands, how many here actually want to head back to their world? [ he's asking with what seems like a bored drawl. it's just how he talks, okay. ] How many think they have it better here?

[ murphy and emori certainly do, but that isn't the sole issue. there's bryan, and if emori weren't here, murphy knows he'd be doing everything to get back to earth with her. they can't ask him to stay without nate. so - ]

Have they said anything about being able to pull people through to this place from your homeworld, once they lock onto it? [ or how many can be pulled through? because who knows if bryan wants just nate, or all of skaikru. which seems like more of a pain in the ass than murphy wants, but thisavrou is a big place. easy to avoid the others. ]

Last one - anyone know how to use this? Like, for food making?

[ he knows what a stove is and what it's used for, it's just the how he's concerned with - the actual cooking part. the Ark had rationed food tabs, and on the ground they just used campfires. how do appliances??? halp???? ]

notthemaniwas

[Charles, for now, is dressed casually, a dark tee-shirt and dress pants, trying to appear as comforting a figure as possible but also professional.]

I'm sure a number of you recall me from the Midway Hub, seeking to keep a number of us gifted individuals together. I've made sure to secure us a home, as close a replica as possible to Xavier's School in New York as possible, and I am extending an invitation to everyone that has gifts of a sort to join us in living there if you would like.

[He pans his tab to show the Kauto X-Mansion before focusing on himself again.]

I'm sure there are a number of concerns some of you might have, I'll do my best to answer whatever I can.

I also intend for this to also act as a school. So if you have abilities, and are concerned regarding your control, lack of or any kind of difficulty, our doors will be open to you.

notthemaniwas

[He's be helping where he can so he's obvious dirty and his hair is more than a little unkempt but he's making an effort to look his best right now.]

My name is Charles Xavier, I hope everyone is alright or on their way to a full recovery. With the crash and our impending trip to the center of the Hub, I realize a number of groups will form and make their way on their own.

I am a mutant, I run Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. As such, I would ask that other mutants, other gifted individuals- especially those still mastering their abilities- stay with me. It would ease my mind to know others are safe and that we would be able to use this situation to help grow any abilities you wish to master.

pillz

18 yo white m
6 in
location: marooned on a giant piece of shit rock wit the universe's angriest potato eater virgin & the latest lineup 4 his spice boys
hobbies: alcohol, blow, hoverboards, & trying 2 murder motherfucking olivier, the alien stag that keeps almos comin into rifle range then pissing off after i take my 1st shot
prefer the d
prefer 2 top
but im pretty fucking over bein on my feet i dunno about u
so if u got a vagina u can still suck my dick ;(
will share space venison when i put down motherfuckin olivier.

holler back

pushed

Hey Moira, I've got a couple of questions.

[And then maybe someone can ask him if that's Halloween candy that he's still eating. (It is.)]

One, what do you know about flying? I'm not talking about airplanes or spaceships, I mean flying. This ship's full of people with all sorts of powers, I figure someone's gotta be able to give me some pointers.

So tell me what I'm doing wrong here.

[He lets the candy wrapper flutter to the floor before standing up, holding his hands out at his sides. And then he starts to levitate, wobbly as hell but still rising. He's a mover, he moves stuff - so he decided to try and move himself.

And then he's suddenly shooting up and crashing into the ceiling. Nice. Nick sits up a few seconds after he hits the floor, rubbing the top and back of his head.]

Help a guy out?

abide

[ Text might have been easier to address a ship full of people. Still, talking has its merits too, and besides, he feels it's more effective this way; at least he might seem more earnest if everyone can see his face, which is set both passively and somewhat firmly. ]

I realize it's been a while since I've done this, but there are some things I wanna talk about that might not have been mentioned to anyone who's be new. I also think it'll be a good review for those who have lived on the Moira for any amount of time. [ He pauses, expression twisting just a little. Just at the corner of his mouth. ] For those who don't know me, my name's Steve Rogers. It's been almost a year for me since I've been home, and I'm here just the same as all of you.

I'm not sure the year matters, but it's 2015 for me.

[ He hesitates. ] Anyway, I don't know if it'll still be the same by the time I get back, but the important thing is getting there. I realize it's a lot to ask of anyone. Listening to complete strangers is never easy, and you might not agree with anything I say. That's okay. More than that, I'm asking you to trust the people who are in the same position as you. Most of us want to go home, and we've been promised that. Trying to leave or take things into your own hands only results in worse situations that we might not be prepared to handle. You could even hurt someone without meaning to.

[ Steve isn't sure that really hits home the point he's trying to make, especially when there's been so much happening in the last week, but it's easier to think of the people on this ship and the people he cares about than his own mental state. So, it's what he does, focusing on what he might be able to control versus the chaos that waits for them outside the ship on every planet they've ever been to and the ones they've never seen. ]

If there's anything you might need help with, or if there's anything I can do-- I can be reached over the MID or down on Mero deck. Number 009. [ There's a frown, voice soft just before the video ends. ] I might not know exactly when we'll get home, but I do know we'll get there. That's something I believe in. For everyone who wants it.

nofreak

[Thanks to a gorgeous, no-nonsense brunette he'd stumbled across in the hospital section of the ship, Jimmy's got the basics down for the MIDs. It'd taken him a couple tries, but you live and you learn and you sometimes fuck up. A few taps, quite a few considering the state of his prosthetic, and his face pops up on the network - curly hair styled, and a wide grin for anyone and everyone.]

Friends, the name's Jimmy. Jimmy Darling.

[He's not looking for a tour guide. He's not looking for someone to explain all these shiny metal machines or how he got to be up in the stars. No, Jimmy's looking for something else.]

Anyone from the 1950's? Heard that people round here are from all over the place. I need someone from back then to catch me up on some local news.

[Jimmy's wrapped his head around the fact that people come from different times, but alternate universes - well, that's going to take a minute.]

So if any of you good lookin' folks can point me in the right direction, i'd be mighty grateful.

[A wink. The feed ends.]

kaijumanic

ok listen up guys gals and all the inbetweens
my names newt geiszler and not only am i a fucking stand up guy and a riot to be around but im also the worlds leading xenobiologist/cryptozoologist/guy who's gonna save the world when he gets back assuming it hasnt been trashed by the kaiju

oh hey thats a point does time stop back home and we just slot back in or is time still moving in other dimensions?? since apparently this ISNT a coma and im actually stuck in a weird alternate universe spaceship with transformers and comics people walking around
which cmon can you blame me for thinking this was a coma like
fucking transformers

IM GETTING OFF POINT
anyway so
me=expert on all things kaiju and alien
you=potential NEW ALIENS FOR ME TO STUDY

you see where this is going right??
basically im not about to give up my totally awesome rockstar name of worlds leading xenobiologist and so i gotta know all about the alien species that live on the ship
gotta give me something to do since i cant continue my kaiju research unless theres a mind reader on board I might as well start fresh
anything thats not human is pretty much an alien sorry if thats space racist but them the breaks

dont worry im not gonna ask if you have tentacles for dicks or whatever but i am geninuely interested in learning about new species and planets where you guys originate and biology specifically
plus if you let me study you and end up getting hurt you get a shiny new medic so
WIN/WIN
AMIRITE

im mostly chilling out in engineering since i live there now but i do actually hve a room too on the Nomo deck if thats more your bag
so come on down and let me study you!!

EDIT:
wow ok reading this back it makes me sound like i wanna harvest your organs or preform cavity searches but wow i promise im not gonna do that I JUST WANNA MEET SOME COOL ALIENS who don't wanna stomp on my city and harvest my word for resources we can do the cavity searches after you buy me dinner first if u know what i mean B)

EDIT 2:
fuck no scratch that im not a xenophile either what the fuck is wrong with me

[OOC: Newt is a fan of pop culture and knows a fair amount of nerdy culture and canons! Please check out my fourth walling permissions and lemme know if you're cool with potentially getting fourth walled by filling in my opt in or opt out form please u3u]

procedures

[ His is a familiar face, if a lot more groomed in terms of facial hair. Alva's wearing the medbay colors, the gold bar on his clothes visible against a borrowed coat, as well as a serious look on his face. He's got his arms crossed too, with the sleeves pulled a third of the way up. ]

Just to get it out of the way first, my name's Alva. I'm not Rogers or Gant. I'm not related to them. I don't have a surname, and I don't have superpowers. That's not the point of this video, though.

Currently I'm assigned to the Medbay as a physician. No specialty, I'm assuming. But before I came on board this ship, I was working as a lab tech at a medical facility where part of my duties included taking care of specific— ["Patients"? Val's not a patient; he was born in the labs. ] Wards, as individuals or as groups, depends on the need. I guess you could say I was also a nurse, of a sort.

My point is— one of my wards is here. His name is Valarie Milos. [ He raises picture of Val, printed out, to the camera. ] I believe some of you have met him.

So you're probably wondering, "why does a young man like him need a nurse for?" He isn't that old. He's only six. I've been looking after him since he was small, and as I've not been reassigned from that duty, I'm going to continue doing so on this ship. Please don't give him any alcohol, any sweets, anything spicy. He'll make himself sick. He is not, under any circumstances, supposed to lift anything heavier than ten kilos in weight. If you find him injured or hurt in any way, please contact me immediately.

And please don't give him any more cats.

—On a related note, if anyone has any specific allergies, please let us at the medbay know. At your convenience, but preferably sooner than later. We're trying to assess how much anti-allergens we have on hand relative to the ship's population, but some of the data seems a little out of date.

Thank you.

morethan084

[As soon as she got away from Alexander and back in her room, Daisy's on her MID. Trying to get in contact with everyone this matter pertains to.]

Uh. Do you guys know that Alexander Pierce is here?!

abide

[ When the feed begins, Steve's face is relatively solemn the thirty seconds before he decides on what to say. There's plenty to address, and he doesn't want to drag it out needlessly. It seems their "captains" have done a good job of that so far. ]

There's been a lot of talk lately. [ He pauses, collects his thoughts again. ] From what's been said, I know most of us aren't happy with the situation, and that's okay. It's not a normal position to be put in. For some of us, anyway. But it's also important to remember the goal we should be working towards, and that's getting home. Not all of us are gonna want to go, but the majority seems to be in agreement.

Whether we trust those in command or not, we shouldn't forget that. Fighting or killing isn't going to solve the problem. Calling people out for things they've done in our own world or someone else's is only going to cause fires, and we should be trying to put 'em out. Not start them. [ He takes a breath, expression still relatively neutral. He's not pushing, not angry or worked up. If anything, he just looks... sad.

If those running the ship won't say it, he will. ] Some of you aren't going to listen, and some of you might be too scared to have a voice. That's fine too. Not everyone's willing to see eye-to-eye, but this isn't just about us. It's about the ones we've left behind, the people who are counting on us to make it back to them. Fear can do a lot of things, and right now, it's got us right where we shouldn't be. So... [ Another small breath. ] If you ever need someone to stand with you, fight for you— that's what I plan to do. Back home, it was my job to help keep everyone safe, and being on the Moira means this is my home now. It's all of ours, and we should be protecting it, not trying to destroy it. Or each other.

Even if it's not what I was assigned to here, I'm not gonna quit. I'll be around if anyone considers taking me up on that. [ Uh. ] My name's Steve Rogers. Thanks for your time.

[ And it immediately ends there, the lingering hint of a soft smile settling at the corner of his mouth. ]

morethan084

[Settling on her bed, Daisy sat cross legged on her bed before hitting the video function on her MID.]

Okay-

[Daisy looked to make sure she was live before continuing.]

I'm Daisy Johnson, freshly kidnapped from Earth.

[And clearly not at all bitter about it. Not at all.]

I came across someone today, who, back home basically destroyed New York City. He goes by the name Loki. I don't actually have a picture of him, which, would be really helpful right now...

It doesn't matter, you just need to know that he is extremely dangerous. He's killed a lot of people and he has powers to aid in tricking you. You may think you're safe around him, but you're not. Maybe some people would be afraid to call him out. I'm not. If you ever come across him, contact me.

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