thisavrou

Hey there! I know things are really hectic right now and everyone's got a lot to do but I'd really like to borrow an ordinary flesh and blood human of reasonably durable constitution for a very short time.

Let's be straightforward: I want to hit you. I promise I won't try to kill you or anything like that, it's just once, and I'll get you something nice to make up for it afterward, I just really really need to hit someone who qualifies. Please don't be unusually fragile or something, I don't want to explain that to whoever might be in charge of organic repairs.

This won't take long I swear. And then we can go back to doing our much more important things!

that_cost

[ If anyone was hoping to see the face of a half-grown grey kitten pressed against the device, this is your lucky day because that's exactly how it starts. Said kitten manages a meow and some sniffing before her owners hand reaches in and pulls her away. ]

Thanks, Bubble. You found the record button.

[ The flattest tone in the world, right there. Bubble has clearly turned this thing on by accident and Charlie isn't sure she approves. Darn cat. ]

Go chase the dinosaurs, or something.

[ Bubble instead hops up onto the bed behind Charlie and starts playing with the girls hair and Charlie sighs like this isn't what she wanted at all.

Speaking of Dinosaurs, since this thing is now broadcasting or whatever for all residents to see, she has a question. So she turns to face the camera, lips pursed slightly and Bubble sneezes her irritation at the fact that Charlie moved. ]

Why are there dinosaurs on the station, anyway? And why does the station look like a good sneeze in the wrong spot would knock it apart?

[ She has no manners. She could have at least introduced herself. Give it a second. ]

Hi. I'm charlie. I'm ninety percent sure I'm new, but some of this place looks familiar. Or, maybe I'm just going nuts, because I'm even more certain that I'm supposed to be on islands somewhere else. Clearly, 'm not. So if anyone can give me information about where I am that wasn't provided when I first showed up? Some kind of Survival Guide or Cliffs Notes version of whatever it is you guys think a new girl should know. Thank you in advance.

sketchycharacter

[The face that appears on the network is a familiar one—Nate's a chatty guy, and he made a grumpy address not long ago. But something's different this time—he looks a little disoriented, a little older. A little beefier.]

Hey. [He raises a hand in a casual greeting.] Sorry if I freaked anyone out. Complete accident, I swear. By the way, that cryo slime is incredibly gross. Don't get it in your mouth if you can help it.

[Ha, ha. This is no big deal, right?]

It's been a while. Three days for you guys, I guess? More like...three years for me.

[He smiles weakly. He's not freaked out! He's not freaked out!!]

Nice to see everyone again.

( action )

gridfather

[ The day is bright in Allcoran. Flynn is a little sunburned, a little tired, but he's nonetheless merry as he addresses the station. His ridiculous tanuki ears are quirked forward as well, all his attention on the camera. ]

Greetings!

I'm afraid I've got to beg for a little assistance this morning. You see, I need to get all of this-- [ A gesture and the camera zooms out, displaying the rather impressive collection of grain sacks he's currently perched on, ] --back to the station, and I can't do it on my own.

They're oats, [ he adds, fluffy tail a-waggin', as if that answers any sort of "where the heck did you get all of that?????" questions. did you know they give crafting items as quest prizes? neither did he! ]

Anyone who would like a share for their own use is welcome to have it. I'll be near the mill, no rush.

[ It is a beautiful day, after all. ]

tearsinajar

[ The feed appears and it pans around to show the ceiling of the greenery at first, followed then by a glimpse of blonde hair piled on top of a head. Trays set up on tables in rows are then shown and the camera's beginning to move forward. ]

So. This is happening. Why not, right? I mean, living on a ship comes with its troubles and risks, all that, but now we have to deal with flooding?

Sure, add drowning while in space as another possibility to the list.

[ Listen to that bitter, sarcastic tone. Elena's just about had enough with the troubles that have been thrown at them time and time again. They really can never get a break. But she's over exaggerating, as her husband knows her to do so well. With the amount of water that's burst into various parts of the ship, greenery included, drowning seems highly unlikely.

Elena moves the camera to show where the water is steadily creeping in, points it downward to show her pants rolled up past her knees. She sloshes barefoot through the water to where it's risen up past her ankles; like hell is she going to ruin her shoes in this. ]

Anyway, the point of this was to see if anyone's available to help me out. See, I have a tree that I've been growing for a few months now— [ See now the short tree, the camera moving it into its view, the branches spreading out and bushy with healthy growth and proper TLC. The funny thing about this tree is there are little fist-sized pods hanging in various spots. ] It's a special tree. It might even look familiar to some of you who I know have been living in ships with me for as long as I can remember being stuck here.

If the water reaches it, well, we all know what happens when you overwater your plants.

[ Finally she shows up in the camera and makes a sad face, literally. That is her expression. ]

If you're unable to head over here, no worries! I'd take any suggestions over the comm. There's not a lot in here that's moveable, unfortunately, as far as figuring out a dam.

Let me know! And good luck to the other areas who are getting it worse.

( ooc; it's a little backdated due to rl and getting a chest cold but here's the OTA top level in the log, for anyone interested )

shadowblends

[Okay, let's be fair, when he finally gets the ACE's video up and going, his expression looks more exasperated than it should. In his defense, though, awaking from cryogenic sleep and trudging through flooded areas hadn't been an expectation, so he reserves the right to feel a little off-kilter.]

So, [Kurt starts, managing to keep the irritation out of his voice.] When did the water show up? Recently, I'd imagine, or else there'd be more debris floating about. [Cue a bizarre sounding trill that's reminiscent of an animal noise.]

I know, I know. [His gaze becomes downcast, free hand grasping the zipper tab below his throat and lowering it, allowing a pint-sized, yellow triceratops to poke its head up over the opening.] We're almost back to the unit, so be patient. [Another sound of protest, which Nightcrawler simply narrows his eyes at.]

Anyway, [a sigh before he continues,] I'm mobile once again.

What did I miss?

sketchycharacter

[It's been a while since Nate's addressed the network directly—not since the ACE was a TAB—and his generally deflated demeanor indicates that he's not doing so because he's in a great mood and wants to share it.

He won't volunteer the information, but the people closest to him will already know why if he's had a chance to let them know. His brother's gone.]

So it's been a couple months since we got dumped here, and flooding aside, this place is less of a shithole now, which is great. Maybe now that we're not rushing around as much trying to make it livable, I've got a question to consider: what the fuck is going on around here?

[He spreads his fingers wide for a moment before dropping his hands.]

Not that any of us have an answer. If you do, you're an asshole for not sharing sooner.

But none of this makes any sense. The Ingress reached into different worlds and yanked us through, sure. Makes sense in a bad sci-fi sort of way. But then the one they had here blew up and people are still showing up. Creepy light shows up and people are getting sent home. [His jaw tightens for a moment.] I hope. And that's without getting into any of the other bullshit that's happened.

For once I'd like something to happen that makes sense. Just for a few minutes. Is that too much to ask?

[Yeah, probably.]

beeped

have you seen this baby godzilla?

[There's a photo of a small, mini-Compsognathus. It's clearly a young one, barely the size of a chick.]

now you have and he's the cutest fucking thing and i'm keeping him forever. i saved him from all that grey water, it was such a shitty situation.

anyway, the thing is that little teddie here isn't like littlefoot and doesn't give a shit about tree stars

so what's a fella to do? i tried the soylent crap and he got kinda bored with it. i figure he must like the taste of people directly and not processed or whatever. does anyone have a bug or mouse problem? teddie is down to be pimped out for live eats. or i at least think he might like that better.

also if anyone's got stuff i can use for a leash and collar let me know. if he's anything like me i'm going to need it

culver

[this is clearly shot in the chemistry block, because there is water dripping from the ceiling and seeping through the baseboards. nill has the a.c.e. in one hand, and a pile of blankets in the other. she's trying to reorganize things on her side of the room she shares with laura so their possessions don't get soaked. there are a few fancy dresses shoved up on a shelf, as well as a gun and a kinfe.

nill herself is dressed far too impractically for what she's trying to do, but it isn't as if she has a lot of clothing to choose from. she's on her tip-toes, her thumb having slipped over the a.c.e.'s video function as she tries to keep it and the blankets in her other arm from the water that is rapidly pooling on the floor. she steps first across a chair and then up to a desk, and her foot lands in a puddle on the tabletop.

immediately, she slips. the blankets go flying as she windmills her arms to keep her balance, her wings flaring and flapping behind her. still, she falls into the water back-first, still managing to keep the a.c.e. above the waterline if not the rest of her.

nill sits up, soaked from the crown of her blonde head all the way down to her mary janes. her wings flap out uselessly behind her, the feathers slapping wetly against her back. only now does she realize the a.c.e. is recording, and she figures she might as well finish this shitty day off with a concise message:]

This sucks.

aka_pistachio

[ Kelly Ann takes a deep breath and lets it out, tense and fidgety in front of the camera. ]

Ok. Wow, heh. This is um. Harder when I'm not on pain meds. So anyway, I don't know if everybody has noticed but like. Half the space station is fucking flooded. But this isn't about that.

Even with the cull and all, there's still a bunch of these little dinos around. [ She glances at something behind the camera and gestures, indicating it should follow. ] All the water is making them like, cold or some shit. So they're looking for warm places. You might find them like, near lamps or even in your bed in the morning. They might get attracted to appliances, like if you're baking something. Shit like that. See, here's some. I just got these towels out of the dryer and there's like these little anklyosauruses, I think, all curled up in there. Looks like two or three. They're really wiggling around in there. See if you can get a good shot.

[ The camera pans down to show the chicken-sized armored dinos burrowing into what used to be Kelly Ann's clean towels, with a similarly diminutive velociraptor looking on with an expression that is unmistakably miffed. The camera then pans back up to Kelly Ann. ]

When the dinos first showed up, Shepard said not to keep them as pets but Peter and I have had Pino this whole time and he's fine. [ She glances behind the camera again and hisses. ] Shut up he doesn't bite you that much. [ She looks back to the camera. ] And I mean. She's still in cryo so. [ She pauses just a moment. ]

So whatever. They don't all have to be used for research or killed. If you want one as a pet, let me or Peter know. We've been collecting them in my room, but I can't keep any of them. Pino has been trying to eat the others. And he gets protein cubes and jerky so he's not hungry, he's just being a little shit.

[ She glances behind the camera. ] Right. Stop rambling.

There's a bunch of different kinds, not just anklyosaurs. So whatever your favorite dinosaur is, we probably have one. Or a new favorite you don't even know about yet.

clussy

(There has been plenty on Eddie's mind lately, and most of it he has been able to discuss with close friends and the Losers. There is one thing, however, that he had seen in his future that he cannot wrap his mind around. It's also shameful enough that he doesn't quite want to talk about it with anyone who could figure out what he's talking about. So he takes to the network.

It's a steady video, and this time, it's just Eddie. He's back at his unit, looking a little better than he has the last few times people might have seen him. He isn't quite looking at the camera. Instead, he's got the classic expression of a child who feels guilty. Eyes darting here and there, brow furrowed up but trying to smooth out, and twitchy mouth.)

Um. I don't really know how to phrase this exactly.

(He had something written down, and he glances at it. It still makes him go a little red. This was going to be embarrassing, but he really needed to figure some things out.)

So, let's say, theoretically... (Because that's never an obvious way to begin a question.) There's this person in a place where you married whoever you want because it's your choice to marry whoever you want.

(Eddie is aware of the concept of arranged marriage and he wants to clarify this isn't about that.)

Why would someone choose to marry someone that...they don't love at all? Or someone they're not attracted to? And I know some people marry for money- but what if it isn't about that either?

Why would someone do that? What if they married someone who- (Was a carbon copy of their mother? That's far too telling. He clears his throat.) Who...reminded them of someone...not good?

prorenataa

[ As is often the case with the doctor, the camera feed turns on, briefly flashes across his face and then spins around until it is showing the landscape. Usually it's the ceiling, but today he takes the time to set it up so that it pans across pallets upon pallets of little ... flora looking items.

The background of the shot is a corner of the Greenery. ]

Is anyone here good with plants? Like setting them up with the best chance to ... no, no, leave it!

[ A little taskbot is attempting to make off with one of the plants and Adrien is quick to retrieve the baby plant and then carefully redirect the taskbot towards a patch of grass. ]

As I was saying, best chance to thrive. My only real practical experience was with a meat eating plant, which these -thankfully- are not.

[ There is another pause as the doctor has to carefully shoo yet another taskbot away from the pallets. ]

Additionally ... has anyone been working to reprogram these 'bots? I'm sure they could be helpful were they not ... nooooooo! [ One had it's pruning sheers out and was about to cut off the stem of a baby plant, Adrien managed to save the plant but got his hand caught in the sheers, resulting in some rather enthusiastic cursing as the camera feed shut off. ]

seekingmyfortune

[A month without smokes. That's all it's been, but it feels like it's been a year. Sam had thought that the ability to get to a new world would give him some semblance of relief, but all it did was leave him even more disappointed and more frazzled than he was already feeling. Apparently, finding cigarettes is harder to achieve than locating lost pirate treasure.

As a last resort, he turns the people for help, and when the video turns on it reveals one Sam Drake sitting on a couch in his shared living space. His appearance could be better, and his leg shakes nervously as he travels a coin across the back of his hand to keep it busy.]

Okay, you know what? This is--this is just unbelievable. I mean, we get thrown into space, on a ship that is supposed to be advanced, and is even capable of opening portals into other worlds, and yet you're telling me that nobody at all has cigarettes? There's dinosaurs running around like rodents here, but you can't even buy a pack of cigarettes??

[Did his voice just break a little at the end of that? Clearly he's getting too frustrated, as he grabs the coin as it slips between two fingers into his palm. Sam takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he slowly inhales and tries to compose himself. When he's ready, he looks back at the camera.]

If anybody's got anything--any information, any extra packs, or just even one--I would be extremely grateful if you could let me know. The name's Sam Drake.

ex_bossily211

[Now that the fun of her "prize" for completing the trial is behind her, Clara's ready to focus on things that are important. Like work. The need to be constantly doing something and making herself useful keeps her going, and now that she's started her history project and her maps she figures she can take on one other task.

The only problem is, she's not really sure how this task will go over with the general public. Especially one particular subset of said public. So when she speaks, she looks a little unsure.]

Right, so, schooling. Figure we've all been here long enough now to establish something for the children. Or anyone else that wants to learn, I suppose. I taught seventh year English back in London, but am able to work with just about any level and subject matter.

[She pauses and her head tips to the side, fully expecting to be able to hear the collective screams of all the kids that are around. Her eyes glance away for a second, and when she looks back she's grinning. Surely she can get the kids on board with getting an education.]

Before, back on the Moira, I remember there being something similar in place. Anyone that'd like to assist with getting lessons up and going as soon as possible? Speak up so we can arrange a meeting. Doctor? I'd say you have a choice about helping, but 'fraid I won't go that far. You're already on my list.

squadgoals

Attention all:

At approximately 2200 hours Avagi Station time, you may have heard a loud noise in the Animal Nursery. I can now confirm that this was the ceiling panels collapsing due to excess weight in the Nursery's venting crawlspace. Damage is superficial only, and no primary systems were harmed. Cleanup and repair is underway now.

The good news is the collapse was caused in part by the weight of a nesting ground, and we can now confirm that the infestation plaguing the Avagi station is due to a group of mirco-sized dinosaur-like creatures, ranging from roughly the size of a cup of coffee to a large saucepan. Although there are around ten different species, they are clearly intelligent, and have worked together to keep their presence a secret. However, they are attracted easily to the materials brought back from Kaittos, so now that they are out of the vents, culling efforts should take a minimum amount of time.

Should you happen to see any of the roving micro-dinosaurs, please do not attempt to interact with them if you are not equipped to do so. They are wild animals with razor-sharp teeth and claws. Please leave a message here, and someone will come and help you take care of it ASAP.

For any follow-up questions or concerns, please feel free to post here. Thank you for your time and patience

-Shepard

[wait did she say micro-dinosaurs???]

peridork

[The video starts up with a green face right up close to the camera, although the owner of said face quickly steps back and squints at the recording device with a critical eye, muttering to herself:]

Hmm... These new devices are at least less obtrusive than the old MIDs were. That's a definite improvement.

[With that little comment out of the way, it's on to the actual message. When she speaks, it turns out her voice is pretty nasally. Grating, even.]

A-hem. Peridot here. Facet-- [She cuts off with a grunt and looks askance, muttering to herself again.] No, I suppose using my full identifier isn't necessary... as far as I am aware there are no other peridots present on this station. [Pause.] Unless there are, now...?

Rrrgh, whatever! This is Peridot-- Facet 2F5L Cut 5XG, if that means anything to you-- also known as the greatest and most important of all Peridots! [Her expression darkens considerably before she continues.] ALSO also known as the Peridot that the Ingress apparently has some kind of grudge against. If any of the old crew are still present on this station, you may remember that I used to run a workshop on the Moira. From my perspective I literally just left that cruddy space tub on another smaller, slightly less cruddy space tub. Now all of a sudden I'm here on this station, and APPARENTLY, 300 years have somehow passed?

[She sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose with two disembodied fingers, and continues without looking up.] Anyway. Since complaining about the situation hardly seems like the most expedient use of my energy, I'll use my test of this new communication device to request the following: If any of my fellow seceding crew members have also arrived here, please contact me immediately. Or even if you aren't one of them, and just happen to have info about whether any of them are here, that's fine too! I'm looking for Jasper, Sans, Ratchet, Starflight, and Doc Yewll, among others.

[The gem starts to get up and reach to turn the device off, but then pauses, stepping back to address the camera one more time.]

Oh yeah. I'm also curious to know if any of the following former crew members of the Moira are still present: [And she ticks them off on her fingers.] Megatron, Bruce Banner, Niko Bellic, and-- Riptide! Riptide, if you're still here, I'd like to know where my dog is? Thanks.

Okay. Peridot, out.

spacerhyme

[ the video feed flickers onto the face of an older gentleman; unflattering low angle, poor lighting, eyebrows hanging heavy over his eyes and lips tightly pursed. he's wearing a nice, heavy coat over a hoodie and a t-shirt featuring a sick ass space shark, though much of the ensemble's coated in a fine yellowish dust. looks like it could use a wash.

not his main concern right now. ]

Really? [ one corner of his mouth quirks up, wry. ] Cast across time and drifting lost and alone amongst storms of raw negative energy, but you've got social networking. How very... human, I bet a human knocked this up. D'you call it Spacebook or something?

[ original dad joke, do not steal. no apology is forthcoming.

the camera swings round, losing sight of him for a second as he sets the device down on something solid. re-adjusts it until it's centered properly on his face, steady now. ]

Hel-lo, Avagi. I'm the Doctor. Yes, just the Doctor. I arrived on your quaint little space station only recently — not the worst I've encountered. Well done. Probably... well, possibly not even in the bottom ten, but I mourn for some of your equipment. Someone made off with two-thirds of your laboratory, you realize, and ohhh, the state of your computers...

[ briefly aims the camera up at one of the aforementioned storms. ] But I must say, the open-plan observation station is a bold design.

[ casually tossing topics out as he rapidly approaches the actual purpose of this broadcast. this time he points at the screen, seriously, ]

Has anyone established themselves as your de facto leader yet? I'd like to know who to ignore.

The rest of you, tell me about the Ingress as it was, and the planets you've visited. Any of them.

[ over and out. ]

notmarieanymore

[A young woman appears on the screen, she’s pale, but the most striking feature about her would have to be the white streaks that frame her face, standing out in contrast from her otherwise brown hair. She gives a half-smile, and holds up a gloved hand in greeting.

When she speaks, her accent is a soft Southern, with a few New York quirks. She's lived there long enough to pick up a few vocal ticks.]

Hey, ya’ll. This is some nifty technology, ain't it? [Whew, ice broken.]

So I know some of everyone here happens to be from the same… worlds, I guess? Universe? So I just thought I’d ask… Does the letter X mean anything to you?

[She doesn’t want to come right out and announce to the whole place that she’s part of a group of mutants that sometimes go out and superhero. She doesn’t know what sort of people are here, what their prejudices might be. It’d be really stupid to come out and tell everyone she kills people when she touches them. That’d be a fast way to get herself airlocked, and she’d rather not experience that, thanks.

BUT if there are people here who are like her? She's not holding her breath for anyone she knows knows, but it'd be good to have a potential ally, should things go South.]

If it doesn't, no worries. I look forward to meeting ya'll. [There. She's putting herself out there. Logan would be so proud.]

gentlemenpreferblondes

[The video screen is dimly lit and the first thing that's shown on the feed is thick white letters N7. Then the camera moves further away and a huge red colored gun becomes visible to whoever might be watching. It's lying on a bed and a slim hand starts running over it.]

Well, this is getting close to being second worst mail system I've seen. Did anyone else find weird shit?[She wraps her fingers around the barrel and lifts the gun just a little bit, bringing the camera back to close so that the details can be seen.]

This isn't really my kind of thing, I'm afraid. It's kinda heavy for my liking and well. Distasteful? Anyway I'm sure someone else can get a good kick out of this thing. So, are there any gun or violence fanatics around? I could definitely be up for a trade. Don't worry, I swear I won't ask for much.

Oh-! [She says just before closing the video, as if she only now remembered something.] I'd also really appreciate it if someone with clever fingers that knows how to handle a needle and thread would sign up. That's all, dears.

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