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otiosity[The video feed flicks on to show Hawke sitting at a table. Covering the table are all sorts of circuit boards, wires, a laptop, various tools. You know, the things that you see and you go "this person must be some kind of tech genius". She's also wearing glasses. They make her look like hipster garbage.
Finally, there's a little handwritten note on the edge of the desk that says Hawke Industries. The Hawke part seems like it used to say something else but it's been scribbled out. A name that starts with an S? Something like that.]
Hello fellow Moirans and those that were never on the Moira. Morianots? Never mind. Terminology isn't what's important here. What is important is all the shiny new abilities being passed around like the plague. Sorry to anyone who accidentally lit their breakfast on fire when they woke up a mage. But I bet it was hilarious for everyone else.
Anyway, my important announcement is that I'm a genius now. See? You can tell by the spectacles. [Oh that explains the glasses] I know all about computers, engineering, physics, renewable energy, artificial intelligence, and making suits out of metal. Which I won't do. Because, let's be honest, it's embarrassing.
So from now on you can direct all your technological questions to me. I'll answer them in a very overcomplicated and round about fashion with a slight bit of scorn for your inability to understand. But fear not, I'm prepared to throw myself on that sword for the sake of everyone here.
[And off goes the feed. Is she really going to actually fix shit or do anything? WHO KNOWS.
She's a wild card.]
Finally, there's a little handwritten note on the edge of the desk that says Hawke Industries. The Hawke part seems like it used to say something else but it's been scribbled out. A name that starts with an S? Something like that.]
Hello fellow Moirans and those that were never on the Moira. Morianots? Never mind. Terminology isn't what's important here. What is important is all the shiny new abilities being passed around like the plague. Sorry to anyone who accidentally lit their breakfast on fire when they woke up a mage. But I bet it was hilarious for everyone else.
Anyway, my important announcement is that I'm a genius now. See? You can tell by the spectacles. [Oh that explains the glasses] I know all about computers, engineering, physics, renewable energy, artificial intelligence, and making suits out of metal. Which I won't do. Because, let's be honest, it's embarrassing.
So from now on you can direct all your technological questions to me. I'll answer them in a very overcomplicated and round about fashion with a slight bit of scorn for your inability to understand. But fear not, I'm prepared to throw myself on that sword for the sake of everyone here.
[And off goes the feed. Is she really going to actually fix shit or do anything? WHO KNOWS.
She's a wild card.]
( video ) ; 1st widow's bite | open
Jan. 24th, 2017 03:38 pmkrasnayapautina[A woman appears on the network's video feed. She has her medium-length red hair tied back in a ponytail.]
For the many of you I haven't yet met: hi, I'm Natasha Romanoff.
I've been here for a few weeks now, and I know we have a lot going on right now, and probably more of us are - rightfully - antsy and-slash-or pissed, but I have a simple inquiry for everyone today: I could use a sparring partner or ten. Anyone else? Whether you want to blow off some steam about our current situation, or you just want to keep skills sharp, or so on.
Interested parties are free to contact me now, or later. I'll be around, obviously.
[She's not even adding a disclaimer that she's not superpowered, and/or that she only wants responders who are also not superpowered -- she can be a decent match for many with superpowers. Certainly not all the time (she has very fresh memories of being telekinetically tossed several feet and against a truck back home, and she lived, so it's fine ok), though. But she'll take her chances -- that's part of the challenge.]
For the many of you I haven't yet met: hi, I'm Natasha Romanoff.
I've been here for a few weeks now, and I know we have a lot going on right now, and probably more of us are - rightfully - antsy and-slash-or pissed, but I have a simple inquiry for everyone today: I could use a sparring partner or ten. Anyone else? Whether you want to blow off some steam about our current situation, or you just want to keep skills sharp, or so on.
Interested parties are free to contact me now, or later. I'll be around, obviously.
[She's not even adding a disclaimer that she's not superpowered, and/or that she only wants responders who are also not superpowered -- she can be a decent match for many with superpowers. Certainly not all the time (she has very fresh memories of being telekinetically tossed several feet and against a truck back home, and she lived, so it's fine ok), though. But she'll take her chances -- that's part of the challenge.]
sketchycharacter[Not that he's always Mr. Cheerful regardless of circumstances, but Nate's expression looks a little sad, a little wistful, on the TAB today.]
I know the Ingresses space kidnapped a bunch of new people recently—condolences, by the way—but for those who knew Isha Devan, she...won't be joining us the rest of our journey. To wherever the hell we're going.
[He knows where they're going in theory, but the trip has ground to a halt with what they've found at the midway hub. Nate's not taking part in the diplomatic talks with the Savrii, because seriously who would ever want that.]
But! I guess she had a secret project she didn't tell me about, because she left me this behind as a parting gift.
[The video on the TAB pivots to show a mechanical robot dog that looks very much the style of Q, Isha's dog, but instead of a greyhound, this one is modeled after a German Shepard.]
Things aren't the best right now, I know. Better than right after the crash but still not great. So for anyone who wants to distract themselves with something silly and mostly pointless, I've got a project for you: help me name my dog.
I know the Ingresses space kidnapped a bunch of new people recently—condolences, by the way—but for those who knew Isha Devan, she...won't be joining us the rest of our journey. To wherever the hell we're going.
[He knows where they're going in theory, but the trip has ground to a halt with what they've found at the midway hub. Nate's not taking part in the diplomatic talks with the Savrii, because seriously who would ever want that.]
But! I guess she had a secret project she didn't tell me about, because she left me this behind as a parting gift.
[The video on the TAB pivots to show a mechanical robot dog that looks very much the style of Q, Isha's dog, but instead of a greyhound, this one is modeled after a German Shepard.]
Things aren't the best right now, I know. Better than right after the crash but still not great. So for anyone who wants to distract themselves with something silly and mostly pointless, I've got a project for you: help me name my dog.
2nd Impact [SOUND ONLY]
Apr. 1st, 2016 09:54 pmbraceforimpactI have a question.
[Some precious few may recognise Kaworu's voice, but otherwise, he just sounds like a discreet, polite teenager.
Albeit one hijacking the airwaves with a very specific set of observations.]
This may be stating the obvious, but... it seems that every individual on board this ship speaks a language... right?
I find that very strange.
After all, language requires society. Without the desire to communicate--and a society to create the need for language itself--it would not exist.
But it's not just that.
We all share the same basic form. Have you noticed?
It's not a coincidence, I think. That basic form... the human form... it's very important here.
And it seems that the Moira is designed to accommodate exactly that.
Strange.
[Some precious few may recognise Kaworu's voice, but otherwise, he just sounds like a discreet, polite teenager.
Albeit one hijacking the airwaves with a very specific set of observations.]
This may be stating the obvious, but... it seems that every individual on board this ship speaks a language... right?
I find that very strange.
After all, language requires society. Without the desire to communicate--and a society to create the need for language itself--it would not exist.
But it's not just that.
We all share the same basic form. Have you noticed?
It's not a coincidence, I think. That basic form... the human form... it's very important here.
And it seems that the Moira is designed to accommodate exactly that.
Strange.
handing[In its own way, this month has been harder on Pepper than usual; she hears talk of what's happening on the planet, but she can't at all go down there herself, either to help or even see with her own eyes the things that are going on, and the creatures so many want to save. She doesn't do well just standing idly by, unable to affect any sort of positive change.
So she focuses on what she can do: her job. More easily thought about than accomplished, sure, but she can move around the ship, search through closets, try and find what inventories might be hidden away that they can make use of. And of course, there's the network. The crew had been incredibly helpful before, and the distraction might do them all good.
Pepper smiles when she turns on the video, the polite and practiced expression of someone used to making public announcements. At least she isn't broadcasting the mass destruction of anything involving Iron Man, so hey. That's already a plus in her mind.]
Good morning, everyone. For those whom I haven't met, my name is Pepper Potts, and I am the Chief Morale Officer on board. Quite understandably, there has been a great deal of stress among the crew lately, and my job is to help all of us find ways to alieviate that. So in that vein, I'd like to ask for any suggestions you all might have for "morale boosters." Things you want to see happen that might help make people feel better or relax. Please note that this is in no way a promise to put every suggestion I get into practice; we're working with limited resources, and some suggestions simply may not be feasible.
[Not to mention that what some people find relaxing, others could well find distasteful or even abhorent. This ship hosts a large variety of different personalities.]
Still, don't hesitate to contribute. You never know what we might be able to put together.
I'd also like to put a call out to anyone with a morale-related assignment on board the Moira. It would be good for all of us to get in touch, so we know what manpower we've got. I'd also like to be able to refer people to the right person should they have an issue that's a bit more...troublesome than this office is designed to handle.
[Read: she's not the one running the therapy practice here.]
Thank you as always for your time and input.
So she focuses on what she can do: her job. More easily thought about than accomplished, sure, but she can move around the ship, search through closets, try and find what inventories might be hidden away that they can make use of. And of course, there's the network. The crew had been incredibly helpful before, and the distraction might do them all good.
Pepper smiles when she turns on the video, the polite and practiced expression of someone used to making public announcements. At least she isn't broadcasting the mass destruction of anything involving Iron Man, so hey. That's already a plus in her mind.]
Good morning, everyone. For those whom I haven't met, my name is Pepper Potts, and I am the Chief Morale Officer on board. Quite understandably, there has been a great deal of stress among the crew lately, and my job is to help all of us find ways to alieviate that. So in that vein, I'd like to ask for any suggestions you all might have for "morale boosters." Things you want to see happen that might help make people feel better or relax. Please note that this is in no way a promise to put every suggestion I get into practice; we're working with limited resources, and some suggestions simply may not be feasible.
[Not to mention that what some people find relaxing, others could well find distasteful or even abhorent. This ship hosts a large variety of different personalities.]
Still, don't hesitate to contribute. You never know what we might be able to put together.
I'd also like to put a call out to anyone with a morale-related assignment on board the Moira. It would be good for all of us to get in touch, so we know what manpower we've got. I'd also like to be able to refer people to the right person should they have an issue that's a bit more...troublesome than this office is designed to handle.
[Read: she's not the one running the therapy practice here.]
Thank you as always for your time and input.
video;; 002; here comes the girl scout
Mar. 24th, 2016 08:16 pmhatesimprovisingHey, everyone.
[ Wash greets anyone watching casually and even offers a little wave. There's a slight smile, but it's nothing much, and his eyes have telling dark circles beneath them, a show of lack of sleep. ]
So, uh. Things are kind of shitty right now. At least, that's the way I'm looking at it, but maybe some of you have different thoughts on everything that's happening.
In any case, I thought it might be nice to have even just a tiny distraction. A short time where we can maybe feel okay for a bit, or even enjoy something. So. Basically, I got a huge package of Girl Scout cookies in the mail when it came. Ten boxes of each flavour. If anyone wants a box or two, feel free to reply here or even come and find me. We could also just sit around somewhere, snacking on some cookies and talking if you want.
[ He's not going to admit it here, but he wouldn't mind having a little cookie picnic with someone, or even a couple someones. Being alone is kind of hard right now--he's got too many thoughts in his head. But mostly, he just wants to cheer some people up, including himself, and this is the only way he has to even try doing that right now. ]
I know it's nothing much, but I figured even something small would be a nice change from the mess that this month has been.
[ Wash greets anyone watching casually and even offers a little wave. There's a slight smile, but it's nothing much, and his eyes have telling dark circles beneath them, a show of lack of sleep. ]
So, uh. Things are kind of shitty right now. At least, that's the way I'm looking at it, but maybe some of you have different thoughts on everything that's happening.
In any case, I thought it might be nice to have even just a tiny distraction. A short time where we can maybe feel okay for a bit, or even enjoy something. So. Basically, I got a huge package of Girl Scout cookies in the mail when it came. Ten boxes of each flavour. If anyone wants a box or two, feel free to reply here or even come and find me. We could also just sit around somewhere, snacking on some cookies and talking if you want.
[ He's not going to admit it here, but he wouldn't mind having a little cookie picnic with someone, or even a couple someones. Being alone is kind of hard right now--he's got too many thoughts in his head. But mostly, he just wants to cheer some people up, including himself, and this is the only way he has to even try doing that right now. ]
I know it's nothing much, but I figured even something small would be a nice change from the mess that this month has been.