[There are some things you can't run from. For Peter, he's been trying to run, but things keep coming up, keep reminding him. He went a good month of pretending that he was just a normal guy who made it out of his world alive. It was a good lie. Even for those people who knew him as Spider-Man, no one needed to know that his final moments in his life were spent saving Aunt May. They didn't need to know that he had given his all and that he was actually happy with what he managed.

But there's dying. And then there's finding out you aren't dead. There's finding out that you have a whole new life, and that somewhere, in another dimension, a "you" managed to grow up. Sue knew him. Bucky knew him. Even that grumpy Nathan guy knew a Spider-Man. And for all that, he's been trying to make it less obvious that he's surprised that he grew up. It's been hard, and he knows it'll continue.

It has to, after all. With great power and all that, and this world has bigger problems than his.

But still, he sets out to ask this question, because he knows it's better to ask now than later. He had to be careful about what thing he said to Charlie that one day. When he phrases his question, he rereads it a couple times, taking out anything that sounds too much like him. The last thing Peter needs is someone tracing it back to him.

He's not ready for those conversations.]

I've got a question, but first, please don't try to trace this back to me. If you've already done that and broken my encryption, let's just pretend you didn't. [Also, you're a jerk, but he had to cut that part out. Too ... him.]

What happens if you died before you came here? What's left for me after this all ends? Before you ask, yeah, I definitely died.

I just thought I'd ask.

Listen closely, you simpletons, and you will hear my genius! I, the ultra-gorgeous and breathtakingly brilliant Dist the Rose have devised a way to generate heat!

This should be a surprise to no one, as I am a true genius. I will allow you to feast your eyes on my newest creation!

[The camera pans around to a small device, roughly one foot by one foot, covered in a grill and glowing slightly orange. It's clearly constructed by scrap metal, but actually looks to be fairly well put-together- it's in no danger of falling apart.]

I am available to commission for such devices, fortunate for you! They will warm one large room. Contact me if you wish!

[And the camera swings back around. He smiles, pleased with himself, and ends the feed.]

So I was wondering, what with all the zombies, rebelling, systems going down, infighting, arguing and the impending threat of...well, everything really...

[A pause.]

...does this mean no cookies next month?

[The video snaps on showing an unusually contrite expression on Rosette's face. Or perhaps it's a bit more sheepish and nervous. EITHER WAY. It's not the normal bluster you may know her for.]

OKAY! So.

[A pause.]

There might have been a freak accident involving a zombie tearing open one of the walls in the shower room and those are completely closed off right now. I guess you can't get in at all, but I wouldn't try either.






...




[After some thought.]

We... probably need some mechanics. With space suits. before everyone stinks


((OOC: So yes, Rosette used a grenade inside a space station. TOTALLY FREAK ACCIDENT, and there is now a hand sized hole in the outer wall of the showers. AI has already locked the area down so there's no way to get to it from the inside to preserve the rest of the base from damage.))

So I get we got plenty of urgent business to take care of what with...well, we live on the moon, bombs, wars, yadda yadda, but indulge me for a bit.

Everyone keeps talkin' about Halloween, yeah? An' it's about ghosts an' the departed...

So for Ghosts, those currently present that is, would this be like a second birthday? Y'know, as in gifts an' the like? Cause I could stand behind somethin' like that a hundred percent.

I'm in 155 if anyone's feelin' generous.

[As always he's just posting to see if he can't rustle a few jimmies down the line. Treating urgency lightly usually does the trick in his experience.]

This place is extremely dull, isn't it? Would anyone like to participate in a game with me to pass some time?

Since I don't know most of you, I figured an introduction type of game would be alright. A simple question game, maybe? We can take turns asking each other yes or no questions about each other and every time someone gets a yes for a reply, they get a point. First person to reach ten points wins.

[Huey is scratching the side of his face lightly, looking embarrassed by what he just said.]

As you can see, I'm not . . . the most creative with games. Books are really more my thing. If you have any other suggestions, please let me know.

(ooc: as a note, this is an ic info gathering post and if you comment, there's a chance he will start looking up old posts/comments that your character might have made in the past for future reference and not necessarily for gaming purposes! basically, STALKING WARNING)

[When the video starts, the view shows Erika in good spirits. She's downright upbeat in fact and it makes her seem even younger than usual. It doesn't help that some cup noodles are visible and she keeps twirling her chopsticks playfully.]

Good evening, everyone! It's now October 4th, a very special day. I've decided to extend the celebration of this day to everyone here with a little party game. It is an elegant and intellectual game, though, so please don't try unless you have enough brain cells to participate.

[She claps her hands together.] I'll say the prize first for motivation: the winner gets to have me at their beck and call for fetch missions for the duration of our stay on the moon. Trust me when I say I'll be able to quickly acquire any items you want.

Now for the game! It's a murder mystery of your design! This is perfect in light of the fact that no one can be revived now, isn't it? A true murder mystery is finally a possibility.

There are a few guidelines. One, you must use the moonbase as your setting. Two, it should be designed with the intention that you, the 'culprit', escape. Of course it must also be solvable so like any good mystery, the culprit won't get away.

Anyone who follows Knox's Decalogue gets extra points! Closed room murders get extra as well. I'm the sole judge, though I may ask Christopher to help me decide. Keep his tastes in mind as well.

Be creative! After all, this is just hypothetical, right? Surely there must be multiple ways to murder someone here, don't you think?

Feel free to add to each other's ideas. At least for this, I'll allow multiple culprits. It's only fair on this day. Well then, good luck everyone!

[She giggles before shutting off the video.]

[ Backdated to August SEPTEMBER (I can months) 4th / Visible to everyone but Rosette and Mary ]

[Chrono had very seriously considered doing this through video or audio, but in the end, he opts for the more cowardly way—he's less likely to give himself away when voices and faces aren't involved. So he hides behind the benefits of emotionless text, and pretends it's a question of curiosity and not terrible selfishness.]

I've heard talk about death not existing here. Or, at least, that the Initiative can bring people back to life. But so far, it's all just been talk.

I need to know for sure. Is there anyone here who's died and been brought back, or knows someone who has? I know something like this might be unpleasant to talk about. [Understatement, hah...] But, if you could... I'd really like to speak with you.

It's important.

[Today, two unforgivable errors were made: the first, he let Rosette use the kitchen.

The second: He let Rosette use the kitchen.

When the feed blinks to life, the serenity of the figure facing the camera is directly at odds with the thunderous cacophony in the background. Chrono just smiles blandly at his unseen audience as a terrible burst of sparks makes itself visible in—is his back to the apartment's kitchen?]

I just had a quick question. [He might as well dive right into it, as a crash echoes around the apartment. He doesn't even flinch.] Does anyone here know how to repair electronics? A microwave, specifically? I think apartment number 304 could use your services.

[It's here that Rosette comes into view, hurdling around the corner as smoke billows in her wake; if Chrono were actually looking, he might think it seems appropriate for Rosette's definition of an entrance. It's unclear whether she's addressing Chrono or the tablet (even realizes he's talking to the tablet) when she bellows FIRE! THAT'S A FIRE! It's very likely the former based on how the serenity of Chrono's smile twitches into something that speaks silent danger for someone.]

Quickly, if it isn't too much trouble? [The feed doesn't cut off; evidently, his quiet fury is such that he completely forgets to turn off the tablet before hurling it across the room to go perform some manner of intervention.

It lands facing a ceiling that is growing increasingly smokey.]

( action / in case you want to help, judge, or laugh at them. all options are legit. )

[The tablet turns on with a steady feed, taking place somewhere near the main housing area. Huey's glancing at the screen with a friendly expression. There's no smile, but there's not a single of animosity either.]

Good day to all of you. My name is Huey Laforet, and I'm also one of the new arrivals. I'm assuming this happens quite often so I'm sorry if this introduction is a rehash of something you've heard already, but I appreciate you taking the time to watch this anyway. Hopefully, we'll be able to learn more about each other as time passes. To the other arrivals, it's nice to meet you as well despite the circumstances.

[He squints at the screen before adjusting it, making a slightly funny face as he does so.]

Is this working properly . . . ?

[He tries adjusting it again, making yet another face before finally giving up.]

Anyway, I'm trying to discover ways to pass my time here so advice on that subject matter would be appreciated. Can't waste time on this network like you can with the internet, unfortunately— Ah! But the library here is nice, isn't it? I think I'll probably spend a bit of time in there since I do enjoy reading quite a bit. Still, if you have other suggestions, I'd love to hear them. Hmmm . . .

My apologies, I don't really have much to say other than that. I suppose if you would like to contact me, you are welcome to leave a message. Otherwise, I'll see you all later.