[Look, everyone who was worrying over him. He's still in one piece. He hasn't even ripped out his stitches!

Kili still looks remarkably tired though, and he gives a quick smile to the network before getting down to it.]

I haven't had a good smoke since before I showed up here. Does someone have a pipe and some pipeweed I could trade for?

[It's one of those comforts of home that he's really been missing lately. There were plenty of nights spent around the fire, Kili with his whole family -- Thorin, Fili, and his mother, Dis, of course -- smoking contentedly and sharing their stories of the day. While maybe he's only got Fili here, he's been missing his mother more than usual lately and it would be great to have a reminder of home.]

( private to Galadriel )

[Berserker stood in the transport's entrance way, wearing a plain black suit and gloves. He adjusted his tie and then reached down to open a crate with one hand, pinching the wooden corners of it off with ease. Within, unseen to the camera itself--at least initially-- he drew out a bottle of wine, coated with dust. The make of the wine was unidentifiable. It was simply dark and rich, as the towering knight observed with minor scrutiny.

He smiled--an unidentifiable sort of one--blowing a bit of dust off of the surface.]

A tip, young men. [He held up the bottle for the camera to see and spoke his advice with ease.]

If you want good wine in nearly any age, you'll check a rich man's most guarded cellars in war.

[He ended the feed at that, leaving the room. Anyone with a sense for auras would feel a great cloud of negative emotion coming from Berserker. Despair, anger, grief. Although unseen, it was a gigantic cloud over his head despite his own small sort of cheer.]

Okay, so, two things.

One, anyone know how to reattach an arm? Like... fuck, I dunno, I guess you could just sew that shit back on. Or like... heal it on? Anyone got any magic wand-waving bullshit for that? Or science it back on, I guess, since holy fuck this is the moon, and all. Hey, are we over that part yet? Cuz I'm pretty fucking jaded. Turns out they weren't kidding when they said that thing about no one hearing you scream in space! They can't hear you bitch in space, either. It blows serious donkey balls out there, once you get your ass over the moonwalking part.

Oh, right, thing two. Anyone seen a decapitated head anywhere? Blond hair, rotted out eyes, answers to Luke? You just lemme know if you seen that little scamp, 'kay? He ran off somewhere, can't turn my back for a goddamn second on that fucker.

[ feel free to have spied Jan's missing head-trophy anywhere around the moon base :') it got shrunken and preserved somewhere along the line, and could pretty much have been left anywhere. ]

—Uh, hey!

[Peter waves at the camera. He looks like he has it on the wrong level, and then he fixes it to not be looking mostly at his mid-eyes until he looks better, much better, without a camera giving everyone a near immediate relationship with his nose and mouth and probably pores. Look, he can accomplish things.]

—Sorry about that. And whatever you might've seen instead for a moment. I'm looking for a lab, and I'd say "hypothetically, say a guy is looking for a lab of all his own," but really, I need a lab to conduct some experiments. I promise I'm not planning to blow up any showers or the kitchen or anything like that, I—I generally avoid fires. Generally. [Except that one time in chemistry, but he's much more graceful now.] It's just that I'm used to having a lab of all my own, and I've checked the map a few times, and ... well—I don't wanna assume, you know, that I've got access to that.

[It's only now that he realizes that he should've gone for upgraded webshooters, but he didn't really want to ditch what Tony Stark gave him. They're from Tony Stark! They were a birthday present from Tony Stark.]

And this also came up with a buddy ... a pal ... you know, a new guy here, who's new like me, that maybe we should come up with a way to track the disturbances in the—[Force. Don't be a nerd, Parker.]—in the way things are here. Has anyone tried that yet?

Oh, and I'm Peter Parker. Yeah, I'm a nerd. You guessed it. But what can I say? I managed a lab in my own room back home, I can't go without here. Especially here.

Hey, this is Ella. Ella Ellis, for those new to our happy moon base. Don't take it for granted, boys a girls, because then zombies come around.

[ And nobody wants the zombies to come back, alright? ]

When was the last time I used this thing? I think I've been in some sort of funk lately, buried in med kits and people getting hurt. I totally need some fresh air-

Oh, wait.

[ At least she sounds like she's on a good mood? ]

But anyway, I'm Ella. I already said that like, twice already, but you know, new people tend to have short attention spans. I guess you could consider me your...local God or something. You need something, you ask for it and I do my thing and I get it for you. Nice and easy, unless it's something like a space ship, then you better not hold your breath.

[ A moment of silence, because this might take some time for some people to process. ]

Yes, I can make most things out of whatever available matter I can find, no I can't get you out of this place, yes I can heal you if you're ridiculously badly hurt, but if you go the infirmary you don't even need to ask. No, I don't hear when people pray, that would be really weird. Yes, I'm serious about this and no, I'm not a religious nut, I'm not religious at all. I hope some of you can appreciate the irony in that. Yes, I also have other equally ridiculous powers, no I'm not telling you.

So...let me know if you need anything.