[The video feed this morning has multiple purposes. Initially it was a simple test, to see if the illusion he'd cast broadcast to the network. It failed, instead, showing a young looking man sitting in the Observation Deck on the moon, face half obscured by his fan. But mostly, this is for information. His tone is arrogant and movements slow and measured.]

I wish to pose two queries to thee.

Firstly, I wish to know what of the enemy thou hast unearthed below. I hath read accounts of war and organization, accounts of those of less human appearance treated within the tenants of fear. Leaving aside such debates upon the validity and consequence of tampering with what hath passed in the mires of one's regret and defeat, tis a great number of conversations upon the future and past, but a dearth of those of the present. I assume such, that thine situation remains bleak, and that the project vile and untoward may have continued... But little of the new face of our enemy.

This world, which hath changed so wild and bitterly from the squalor and civilization it had boasted... do we still have a capable enemy who still strikes at our worlds afar? What sayeth the people below?

Tis true, to attack boldly is suicide. Tis true, spying without knowledge as a guard is suicide. However tis true, to jab wildly at the past at an enemy we dost not understand ... tis foolishness and absurdity. Tis possible we may not have a war that concerns us.

Corrections of this, these assumptions, art most welcome.

[He pauses, folding his fan to tap it at his chin.]

Secondly, tis thus: I desire to speak with one most practiced in the art or pedagogy of science. I hath researched soundly the foundational elements and request to employ an expert in 'chemistry' and 'genetics.'


(OOC NOTE: Rufus Barma is a ridiculous creature who speaks in deliberately archaic mannerisms! BUT, if OOCLY you'd like a plain English version, just mention it in the subject line!)

[And now for something completely different.

For a small amount of people, such as Elaine, the mutiny itself didn't have much in the way of meaning, honestly. The hugest inconvenience was the darkness and inoperability of the doors, now that the network was back up. To her, this didn't seem like much more than a way to waste time -- even having a vague understanding of exactly why this is happening, she doesn't quite get it. Things will be fixed faster if everyone works together, she thinks. Get over yourselves, she thinks.

Which is why she technically sides with the Initiative, but there's not much she can do if she can barely see at the moment. So anyone pro-initiative might have gotten medical supplies or crappy space food, whatever, delivered. Even if you're a mutineer this might have happened. Lack of support for the cause doesn't necessarily mean she'll bother making a distinction, after all. It's not like she'll get permanently hurt.

Is what she thought, anyway. Wherever she is at the moment, her voice is flat as usual for anyone who knows her, but her breathing is slightly rough.]

-- Ah, there it goes...

I apologise for interrupting, as we certainly do appear to be in the midst of a rather serious situation, but this is somewhat urgent. If there is anyone in possession of both ice and any amount of leeches, then I would be quite appreciative!

I am uncertain what I may be able to give you in exchange, but I would be willing to work towards any compromise that you would prefer.

[So. After a great deal of fumbling, Liam has figured out the 'post' function, so please enjoy this view of his shirt before he tips the thing up properly. And then waves!]

So, we're on the Moon, yeah? And I can't be the only person who arrived just in time to watch--I don't actually know what that was but it looked pretty bad.

But, that aside, I have some questions they didn't really cover in the introduction. Little things like "How are we even on the moon". Last I checked, it was kind of covered in a cult that I don't think really liked anyone hanging out on their turf.

[A pause here, for dramatic effect, and Liam's serious face. Check it: . He is so serious you guys, D'Endrrah is kind of a jerk about territory.]

I guess what I'm saying is, if you see any bunnies up here, run. Run and hope their mom isn't up here with us. She's reaaally not too fond of humans, and she's really bit on manners.

[Helpful PSA over, Liam blinks, and pauses to consider something.]

Oh, I forgot. M'name's Liam, and it's nice to meet all of you!

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)