01:00 | video

[netscreens]

Who: Cress
Broadcast: Video
Action: around Marsiva's hospitality deck
When: a day or two after the initial intro/arrivals

[ of course, for cress, the first few hours after waking up (after the initial oh my gosh what is happening where am i is this real life) had been spent poking around the curious little communicator they'd all been given. the type isn't something she's familiar with, but it's neither too archaic nor too advanced. it's strangely familiar enough that it doesn't take her very long to figure it out, inner workings and all, though it's tough to say how much of that is her natural skill and how much of that is thanks to the handy little communications augment currently nestled behind her left ear.

the point is that she'd snooped, which means she may or may not have heard all of your previous conversations. oops!

but anyway. sometime after that, cress will finally turn on the video function of her comm. she holds it at arm's length as she aimlessly wanders around the deck of marsiva, so her background may actually be quite familiar to most. she makes quite the sight — long, unruly mess of blond hair, large blue eyes, and a dress that is a touch too small with a few singe marks here and there. when she finally addresses the network, her eyes are wide wonder. ]

What did she mean "the worlds are watching"...?

[ #priorities. ]

First ♣ Video + Action

[save_the_souls]

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Network, video.
Action: Fellow members of the SS Tourist
When: A few days after the initial arrival

[It takes several days for Allen to accept that this is possibly not something Paradisa created. The lack of journals, the stories that he had left, the fact it's been half a week and none of them have died yet (or anything noteworthy happening really!)- it seemed more and more like he really wasn't in that world anymore. Which...he really didn't know how to feel about that. The more he thought on it, the more complicated it got.]

[Which after awhile, Allen decided to give up thinking and decided to actually get stuff done. So the feed will open up with him in the SS Tourist's cargo bay, sitting on some boxes by their treadmill.]

Ah- is this on? oh it-

Hello everyone! Um, my name's Allen Walker. If we haven't met, it seems I'm the lab support on the SS Tourist. It's nice to meet you all, despite the circumstances.

Anyway...I was wondering if anyone has noticed that...any of their abilities seem to be- limited? It's just they aren't completely gone- but my inno- [correcting himself, since rather avoid those dozens of question and innuendos] my powers seem to barely work at all. [Muttered] Then again, that might be a blessing considering the food...

[Oh right. it's rude to mutter stuff while addressing crowds] - I mean, I'm simply wondering if it's happened for anyone else and what it could mean. As in...on one hand it could be something they did intentionally to control us and prevent us from breaking their ships - but on the other hand it it also could be a possible unintended side effect to their tampering of our nervous systems. Although I'm not sure which one would be worse...

[Oh. Oops. Muttering again!] - Oh! Sorry!

And finally, I was wondering...has anyone see a golem flying around their ships? He looks like a golden ball with wings and a tail- and there's a pale cross on his face. His name's Timcanpy- and I'd really like to know if he's here.

Ah- thank you everyone!

[And the feed cuts out]

DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video

[broroona]

Who: bawhona Baroona
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is

[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.

Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]

You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.

[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.

[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]

I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?