text. un: archivist.

[question]

A moment of your time, if I may. I only just arrived, so I'm endeavoring to answer all the requisite stupid questions — I've never been in space before, I don't remember coming here, I want to go home, and so on. But I understand that we're all in the same boat, so I'll spare you the crisis.

However. I looked over the staff positions, and after some exploration through this filthy maze of a place, I have come to the conclusion that offering to play librarian is pointless when I cannot find the damn library. Has anybody come across it? If not, have we managed to open anywhere that's locked off? Several of the crew floors have recreational facilities, but not the 5th, so that's my best guess for our missing library.

Finally. I'm actually recording this from spoken word to text as I appear to have superglued my fingers together with this- this space glue-gun. Does anyone know how to dissolve the stuff? Or should I resign myself to losing the skin of my fingertips?

Message ends.

Comments

[sospita]

Just volunteer to cut his fingers free already. I know about your stockpile of cutlery under the bed.

[thieving]

[ GESTURING VAGUELY................ ]

I just offered. I'm not a cad!

As nosy as ever, I see.

[sospita]

[ OFFENDED: ] It's not "nosy" if it's a public comm.

[thieving]

It's nosy if you're a detective.

[sospita]

I'm off the clock, until further notice.

[thieving]

You wouldn't know what off the clock was even if I placed it in your hands and closed your fingers over it.

[sospita]

Crime doesn't sleep and neither do I, VELVET.

My ribs still hurt, anyways. I'm no good for anything if I can't raise a glass, let alone a gun.

[thieving]

No need to shout, Juno.

I'm glad you're listening to your bodily needs at the very least.

[sospita]

Finger slipped. It's easier to type than "Sigourney" anyways.

Whatever. If I don't stay still, you won't stay still. Are you going to help the genius who glued his fingers together?

[thieving]

We'll wait and see what our esteemed Archivist says. I'll see to him if he wants, gentleman that I am.

As for the lady, how's your pain? Is this a subtle call for me to fluff your pillows again for you?

[sospita]

You're making friends so fast.

[ ew friends ]

It's fine. I'd rather we get together and talk about that door we found.

[thieving]

Any friend of mine is a friend of yours, detective. Though you're using "friends" rather loosely as a term.

[ or they get the knife. ]

I'll be back to you soon, then.

[question]

A police detective? Or a PI?

[ guess who else is a nosy fuck. ]

[sospita]

The second. Don't have my license on me, but Velvet can vouch. What's it to you?

[ takes one to know one ]

[question]

Just curious, I suppose. I've been investigating this place as best I can; I want to record what we know of it. Having the input of someone more experienced in the practice would be helpful.

[sospita]

The best thing we all can do is fall back on old habits.

There's plenty TO investigate, at least. What do you have, so far? Velvet and I have a door we can't open we're working on. There's been odd objects in people's bodies and sounds in the walls, both of which I've heard of, but not experienced. I'm thinking when we were shifted in from wherever we came, some of us

missed landing in the right area. Teleportation pads are shit technology, no matter what.

[question]

Hm. What do I have.

I'll confess: many of my initial observations have simply consisted of establishing that I am, in fact, in space. As I mentioned in my initial communication, based on the fact that floors with accommodations available also contain entertainment areas that are convenient to have close, I would reduce he library mentioned in the crew roster is most likely to be behind the locked door on Deck 5. As for how to open it, I've no idea. Too busy sticking my damn fingers together, apparently.

Crowds of people in a new location tend to be... excitable. As far as I'm aware, as far as I have been able to establish, nobody has seen anybody else die, nor has anyone been reported missing, though it's not as though we have a buddy system. Given the time that's passed since people claim to have started arriving, I would conclude that we are, for the time being, safe from something "in the walls".

[sospita]

[ you talk as much as velvet wtf is this ] Welcome to space, I guess.

Most people woke up on the floor. I woke up crammed in a locker with my roommate. Considering the variety of eras and locations we've been taken or "rescued" from, or however you want to call it, I'm thinking the method wasn't perfect. There's more of us arriving periodically, so? Working assumption: the place put everything but what was necessary for survival on lockdown to preserve power. Right now, I want to focus on getting to whatever passes for a bridge on this place.

Regardless. If the library's on the way to the station's bridge, I'm all for finding a way to it.

[question]

The bridge is essentially the area with the controls, yes?

[ he watched an episode of a non-canon-puncturing-star-trek-equivalent-sci-fi-franchise once, he absolutely knows what he's talking about. ]

Obviously the library isn't urgent. Though it could tell us more about where we are, based on the contents. I doubt on a space mission many books would be "non essential", and even those that are for entertainment will give cultural context.

Good research is the first step towards understanding what's happening to us.