RETURN JOURNEY

Has any warden ever been kicked off? Or demoted?

[ Asking for a friend. ]

Hello.

I am pleased to inform you that we have been granted the opportunity to establish a permanent workshop and laboratory facility aboard the ship.

This facility will be used primarily for machine maintenance, engineering, and associated experimentation, with room for other endeavours - it should prove a versatile space.

To begin installation, >50% of wardens must approve; however, since the potential benefits are not so limited, I believe everyone should have the opportunity to weigh in.

Please indicate below whether or not you support this idea.

Should you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them.

I will send a message directly to the inbox of anyone who does not respond here. If you think you can get away with not weighing in at all, be advised that I am both prepared to be annoying and very good at it.

Thank you for your time.

The video feed shows a young man with mousey brown(ish) hair, dressed in neat, but worn black clothing. His eyes are bright blue, and his smile is soft and genuine.

"Hello, I'm Luke Skywalker. I've been brought aboard as a Warden, and it's good to meet you. I'm not great at introductions, so you're welcome to ask me whatever you like, and I hope you'll forgive a trite question to break the ice."

Looking suitably contrite, he ducks his head, and scrubs a hand over the back of his neck.

"What's the best and/or worst advice you've been given?"

[Loki doesn't look nervous, just cautious. But his expression does seem strangely serious when the video first begins, and it takes just a bit longer than usual for a charming smile to flash across his face.]

Hello, everyone. There's something I'd like to...share with you. Perhaps I should have said something sooner, but in truth, it's been a while since it's come up. A rough few years, you might say.

[Some of which he spent masquerading as someone specific so he hardly had the option. And then, recently, he'd thought he'd lost the option entirely for the time being. But it turned out there were exceptions to the limitations the Navarch had placed.]

Some of you might be aware of my talents, but if not, well. [Loki holds a hand out, face up, and a miniature fireworks display erupts from his palm.] My specialty is illusion. This...can mean a lot of things, honestly, but I bring it up because, well. You never know what might happen, on these ships. So I'd rather you all know what possibilities to expect.

[Two fingers go up.] Two possibilities, really. One is that I might be forced to take my Frost Giant form. That's my...natural appearance, but not the one I'm accustomed to. [He grimaces, uncomfortable.] Blue skin. Red eyes. Raised markings. I'd rather not show that off if I don't have to, truthfully.

[He drops one finger as he goes on.] But the second is more of a...choice. Sort of. [He's not getting into all that right now, it's hardly the point.] So I'd like you to know what that looks like.

[Finger still thrust in the air, a green-gold flash rolls over him. In an instant, he's shifted to his "female" form. Same dark hair and high cheekbones. Still tall and built out of lean muscle. But there's softness where there hadn't been before, even as a characteristically sharp grin crosses his face. When he speaks, his baritone has been replaced with something more like an alto, but it still clearly sounds like him.]

Ta-da? [The hand he's held up flourishes out as he gives a joking half-bow.] So. Now you all know there isn't some strange woman aboard, should you see me around. [He shrugs.] That's all, really. Didn't want to scare anyone. If anyone has any questions, I'll do my best to answer.

[Another smile-- slightly shy with how genuinely happy it is --and he leans in to end the feed.]

[WARDEN FILTER]

It appears that the limitations placed on my shapeshifting powers by the Navarch don't affect these two forms. From what I can tell, I'm unable to shift into others' forms, but I can turn into myself just fine. I hope this is honest enough, for now. I'm not sure how wise it is to reveal any more than that to the inmates, at this point. But you are all welcome to disagree.

[ Hey look, it's Lucifer on ~video~ today. He's looking and sounding as earnest as anything - there's no way to misconstrue what he's doing here as anything other than completely in good faith. It's not a joke, not a troll, not snide or cynical. ]

I know from long experience that ignoring and bottling up the painful things that happen isn't good for anyone. I'm available to talk to, if anyone needs it. If not me, then I hope you'll talk to someone.

I'm not just talking about inmates, either.

[ He says all this, knowing the kinds of responses (or lack of responses) he's likely to get. He thinks it's important to make the offer, regardless. ]

[ It's been a rough month, between March, losing a friend (maybe the only one he's had here) and the simulation.

It's not like Rhys is new to hitting rock bottom, hell, this is far from the lowest he's ever been. It's never a fun process, but of all wisdom Jack imparted on him one remains true: You've gotta break things down to build them back up again. When you're at a low point, after marathoning all 10 seasons of How I Met Your Second Uncle Twice Removed and ice cream binging, you pick yourself up, put your nose to the grindstone and rebrand.

THAT'S RIGHT BABY Rhys is New Coke-ing himself. Let's not worry about the fact that everyone hated new coke.

Rhys sits in front of the camera, his expressions are practiced, corporate. Earnesty without any of the earnestness, but it still reads somewhat genuine. ]


Hey gang, Rhys here. Just wanted to put a little something out there, for all of you to hear, know where I'm at.

We've all made mistakes in our past. Some of us more than most. Even me.


That's why I'm coming to you all with a pitch: New day, new Rhys. What can I do for you? C'mon people lets see those requests!

[Hello, good morning. Theo has Some Opinions to share about what occurred this week and he's loudly going to tell you about them. Once the dizziness and nausea wear off, anyway.

While the more minute details now escape him, a few key events stand out in his mind, that particularly of his death in Area X. He's probably one of the first ones to return from the sim as well, not very well equipped either in his real life nor in the sim for wilderness survival in such a hostile environment.]

Hey, Navarch? What the fuck was that?! How fucking dare you pull something like this with little warning and no choice! Did you people think this was going to be done kinda cute trip through the woods or something? What was the point to any of it?! Just to mentally torture us?

I hope you fucking choke. And same goes to any wardens who thought this was a good idea and went along with it. Fuck all of you.

hi im doing some research

please answer these questions its for science so be honest

1 what year are you from
2 why are people vegetarians
3 did you have a face book what ws it like
4 what is your favorite show
5 what is your favorite movie
6 is pepsi or coke better & why

thank you

Let's suppose hypothetically back home you could do something a bit unnatural, and since showing up here it isn't working anymore

How would one go about getting that fixed

Asking for a friend

two questions:

1. who the fuck can open the rec room so i can punch some shit, unless one of you assholes feel inclined to get decked.

2. advil, bro. where the fuck's that at.