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Feb. 2nd, 2020 07:41 pm
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[She rests her chin on her hand while she addresses the screen. Poison is sitting in the shared living space of the rooms she shares with Peter, and there is a small black cat stretched across the back of the couch.]

I have a question, and... it's a difficult one, so no one has to feel like they need to reply.

[Sigh.]

I'm curious... about how many of us have died before. And how many times.
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Attention, everyone!

If there are any aspiring butlers or maids in this sewer looking for a job, know that I'd be happy to help your budding careers by hiring you to be my full-time caretaker. As the position's unpaid you'll be working for exposure, but I'm totally willing to write you a great reference after I release you from my service.

Veterans with at least five years of experience in the industry are also welcome. You think you're first rate now? With my help you could be the best.





In the meantime, while I wait for applicants to pour in, could anyone lend me a shirt?
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[ The girl on the feed is lying on her stomach on one of the barracks-style beds. Her hair is wet--freshly showered--and she's dressed in one of the spa bath robes. ]

So this place is fuckmazing. Free spa? Fresh food? Free booze? Yes please and thank you. Also these little dragon dudes are like the best thing to ever exist.

[ She points the camera toward one of the little dragons, who's going to town on a bowl of ice chips covered in hot sauce. The camera wobbles then focuses back on her. ]

His name is Stanley and I'll murder anyone who touches him. Just saying.

Oh, right, hey, I'm Athena Parker and I'm never leaving.
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no wait,. yeah k

good news

you can get high as shit off the mushrooms like stuff growing around here now

dont say i never helped all you assholes.
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PSA RE: MEDBAY

Hey everyone,

For those who don't know me, I'm Commander Rufina Shepard of the Earth Systems Alliance Navy (Year 2186). More relevantly: I'm also a qualified battle medic for humans and aliens.

'But', I hear you say, 'she's not a doctor'.

Correct! I'm not.

But a battle medic can cover most injuries and ailments to be found in a place like this, particularly given this station's medbay. So if you get injured, come down to the medbay and I'll fix you up.

(And if you want to play tough-guy, please see me first and then you can show off your war-wounds. Trust me, gangrene isn't sexy and infections don't care about egos.)

- Shepard
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Uh... hey. Julie Cabernet here. Guess some of you might remember me.

[For varying reasons, she supposes, but she doesn't really care right now if the only thing some people remember her for was that one time she lost her mind over a stray Null. She still stands by what she said... and she's not sorry they got destroyed.

But that's not what this is about. Julie is stood looking up at the agriculture zone of the topmost level.
]

I bet we could do really well out of the plants up there... Assuming we can actually eat what's growing. The toxicity readouts don't look too hot.

[She sniffs slightly, lifting her hand to shield her eyes against the bright light currently shining in through the shield.]

Don't suppose anyone's found a 'how-to' manual on how to fix the tech.

[The message cuts off there, only to come back a few moments later like there's something she forgot to say. She looks a little more unsure this time, though.]

So... we've all seen it looks like a fucking war happened here, right?
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[ Here's a Poe, fussing with the communicator he doesn't realize he already turned on, trying to get the setup the way he wants it. For an ace flyer and mechanic he's kind of an idiot sometimes.

A lot of times.

BB-8 rolls into the room behind him, which just looks like any barracks room in the dusty spaces they've apparently been given. The droid looks at the communicator, then looks at Poe and whistles in a way that manages to communicate resigned amusement. ]


Hang on, bud, I'm--what do you mean it's on already?

[ Poe peers at the thing, then turns his head away and swears inventively in several nonhuman languages before he looks back at it. ]

Of course, why not. [ He finally gives up trying to fuck with it and plops down on the nearest bed.

Deep inhale, soft exhale, just do this, stay calm and do this. ]


Hey, so, I've had a couple of false starts already, thinking I recognized people and them being different versions of themselves and... all of that. Different universes. Gets kind of confusing but less surprising after a while. [ He licks his lips, his attempted calm dissolving into something that veers close to panic for those who know him well, then he drags in a breath again and bites his lip until he's calmer. ] Right. Anyone here familiar with places named Hadriel or Riverview?

[ More quietly: ] And if... if anyone's seen a person named Finn, or one named John Sheppard, could you let me know?
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[Unlike some people whose biggest concerns are their inappropriate footwear, Cam is all business.

Speaking to you live from a crumbling room within the colony is a tall, bearded man wearing a suit. Or half of one. He has his sleeves rolled up, Prada jacket slung over an overturned desk. His face isn't unfriendly, but there are well-worn lines speaking to a serious nature.

This man does not wear flip-flops.]


Hello, my name is Cameron Waltz. Like you I am a recent arrival, and have more questions than answers regarding this place, and why we're here. Back home I was a humanitarian interpreter and cultural mediator specializing in foreign aid and disaster relief. Experience I hope will be useful, considering the conditions, as it appears we've found ourselves in something of a disaster.

In my brief exploration of the colony, it appears many of the necessary facilities are damaged and in disarray. Those few blocks that aren't already compromised will be well on their way if the problems regarding utilities and structural decay aren't addressed.

Especially since we appear to be activating potentially hazardous technology left and right. All it takes is one spark to set an electrical fire, or worse.

If we're going to survive here, it's important we work together to increase our chances. There are far too many repairs to complete alone. We need to survive before we can return home.

I don't know how many of you are out there, but if you can read this I would appreciate a response. A rough headcount would be helpful in terms of rationing supplies. People with engineering skills and knowledge relevant to repairing or securing the colony, please name yourself and what you can do.

A directory of skills could be incredibly helpful in terms of creating working teams to get things done.

To everyone who may be out there, you are not alone. If you are hurt, or simply don't know what to do, I and many others will be here to help.

[A man can hope.]
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[ Here's a face peering into the communication device, all up close and personal, before he blinks and pulls his face back. When he speaks, it's in a hushed, panicky whisper: an anxious soliloquy. ] ...is this rolling? [ Blink. ] Shit! It's so rolling! What was I gonna say? I had a whole thing prepared and-- Ahh... Oh god...

[ Do something, Jeff. You can't just stand there like a deer staring at an oncoming 18-wheeler. ]

Uh. Hi...? [ A nervous wave. ] Hello! Greetings? I'm, uh-- I'm not really sure if this is the right place to ask, because I don't know if anyone's alive or dead-- [ Aside: ] Is that guy from the video still around, or is he...?

[ He makes a face, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasantness. Jeff may be looking a little green around the gills here. ]

Anyway...

My name's Jeff and I totally come in peace! Is there anyone out there? Anyone who, like, wears shoes in a men's size 10, who might have an extra pair lying around, because I could really use something other than sandals right now. I mean, they're good shoes, super comfortable, but I'm pretty sure flip-flops aren't appropriate footwear for this kind of place, like, it just seems wrong to walk around here with my toes out-- what if I catch some kind of crazy new strain of tetanus!

[ AWKWARD BEAT. He smiles, grins, way too toothy, like a man on the verge of a panic attack, but he's really trying here. ]

I'm really not picky! As long as they cover my feet! You know, because once I've got the right shoes, then it's all gonna be fine. It's fine. Everything fine! [ Keep telling yourself that, Jeff. ] So... Men's size 10! [ He even holds up 10 fingers, to illustrate. Then he closes his fists into two enthusiastic thumbs up. ] That's all! Thanks!