It was pretty serious, yeah. I braided her hair and everything. Now she's gone, which means she's gone. Dead. It's over for her, and she never got to get married to the man she loved.
But I lost more than just Jenna last month. Lot of people I cared about are gone. Gone and dead.
I'm not really in the market for a new vampire therapist if that's what you're going for.
[ it's been three days since their conversation on the network, and elena is finally ready to come visit nathan. it took her a few days to feel like she had herself together enough to leave the room, but now... well, it's not like them being gone doesn't hurt, but she can't just mope in her room forever. they wouldn't want that.
hairbrush in hand, elena knocks on nathan's door. ]
[ Truly, the time it takes her to collect herself is more than welcome. The rush post jump to make sure the ship could still run smoothly with its chief engineer gone, no therapist, and only two doctors, as well as his own grief and the distraction of the Stark wedding (nevermind that he only made a brief appearance himself) had all contributed to a physical and emotional exhaustion. Fortunately he's slept well, so he doesn't look like a total wreck when he opens the door for Elena, letting her into his room.
A painting hangs at one end of the room. There are odd pieces of peeled open electronics, a Scylla communicator and a large metal box with a secure lock on it on the desk. Nathan's clothes, some of them recovered from other passengers, all but fill his wardrobe, though he still hasn't found a second pair of shoes in his size--none the less, it's a statement of how long he's been here. There are even extra pillows on his bed. ]
So it occurred to me that the series of dumb questions I was asking Carolyn would probably be better aimed at you. So if theoretically the function of the nanites access-wise must logically be recorded somewhere, is that something your department has access to/should have access to but doesn't/is somehow fucked? And I got asked if it's possible to track the shuttles, which, I don't know, but I wondered if that'd be your area too.
I don't think answering any of these questions to me particularly is urgent, so, you know, if you're kind of busy I won't be offended.
You're going to have to go over that first question again. The second one--that's gunnery's department. They oversee he ship's sensors, but the damn things are next to useless, and most of the time we only know we're somewhere when we dock. That's how they wanted it to be.
[ And when he's sent this he rocks back and stares at his hands because holy shit he's starting to sound like crazy people. ]
I haven't determined why yet [a neutral area? the psychological presentation of a personal power base?], but Shepard seems intent on using her own area for this comm work, so you'll have to do without me for a few days. Between you and Organa and Robin, I doubt you'll have problems, but I'll drop in from time to time to see if anything is outstanding. I should be around more after they lose their connections.
[That's bound to happen, right? He continues in a resigned tone,]
In the meantime, you'll hear from me if anything interesting happens.
I think both of us have a fair idea as to why. That said of all the lunatics to want to wander off out there I trust Shepard most. Yes, she's too engaged to linear reality, as proven by her inability to grasp the concept of corridors being able to move around and maps being useless, and yes, no amount of telling her that wandering about in the hallways is what it wants has slowed her down. But I like that she's willing to take the risk. We need that. I just wish she'd see cautionary tales for what they are rather than just another challenge to her ability to solve this place. We know what we're talking about; we can help if she lets us.
I hear you, Sergeant. We're going to come and find you. Repeat: help is on the way.
[ The message is send half a dozen times in the hopes of it somehow cutting through the static. This is serious, now. It's time to speak to Tyke, perhaps even time to address the ship.
Mobilize everyone. You have to come help. This is Brad Colbert, not some frightened newcomer--if he asks for help, Nathan intends to provide it without hesitation. ]
[ he spoke to thomas once, and it was briefly. tobias has no idea why thomas would contact him of all people. good thing is he can't do nothing when someone asks him for help. he was born for abnegation, after all. ]
It's the second call for help we've received. As well as the group disappearing, we've got a handful of other comms going offline over the last two days.
If there's nothing personal in the message, would you mind sending me the file? I'd like to compare it to the other message.
That would be four, with a suspicious fifth recording made directly to the network, and a sixth private recording sent from Pepper's comm--it's gone offline.
That's not something you want to hear. Thank you for reporting this, Severus. There may still be people missing. I'm still trying to pick up where I left off here.
[ He is trying to manage and not managing. With life, not his computers. ]
They didn't, they're dead. Javik's communicator is supposed to be out there; she wants me to triangulate it, but our network of routers isn't big enough to do it. It could be anywhere on the ship...or not on the ship.
Charles Xavier isn't working in Xenogen anymore. If you need to forward anyone to the department it needs to be myself or Odessa Knutson, SCI » 030 » 108.
Hi. I assume Comms is going to be trying to track and unscramble that message if possible? I'm not any sort of hacker, but if you need an extra set of hands and eyes, I'd like to help.
We're going to do our best. There's a message under the message, something on the subnetwork, but the nitty gritty hacker stuff isn't really my field either--I just work here.
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