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[Video]

[Long term residents of the Clipper might have a few suspicions about what this video might be about when it opens on Hua Cheng's bright smile.]

Good afternoon, friends new and old!

I'm happy to announce that we just happen to be coming up on a festival from back home, and I thought we could have fun celebrating that, and our new friends, all at once! We can cook up some special desserts and decorate some masks and maybe make a few lanterns.

Something for everyone!

[There have been people who've remarked that Hua Cheng's god appears to have a large number of festivals. Hua Cheng smilingly agrees that it's just one of many impressive qualities.]

[Spam]

[Hua Cheng has a party to smilingly set up, with definitely no bullying of people into going along with it. The new people are just new people who can... learn about different traditions in a casual way that is not at all proselytizing in any fashion.

Also a chance for him to share some fun stories at story time, even if some of the violence is toned down, the actual fights aren't the most important part.

Still, he does have other responsibilities, even if this is one of the ones he considers most important. He keeps his eye out for trouble, sensitive soul that he is. He's there to help! And, on occasion, to pop into people's dreams where he can offer some constructive comments about what can happen to people who get in his way.]

skitter

((All of Taylor's posts this month will be cw: bugs and emetophobia))

The small white room was bad. And Taylor knew she should have kept her head and kept calm, made herself sound reasonable. But almost all the swarm was gone, and so was the link to the twins, and she was disgustingly alone in her own head and the room was so small. And then the Authority had refused to tell her how to reunite with Dad, with Hunter, with Shen ge or anyone at all, and she had said things. Screamed things.

At least the door to her room here is open, can't be closed. But the swarm situation is... worse. The bugs aren't all gone, she can feel some around her, little grounding points of orientation and senses. But there aren't enough, and and the ones she can feel, she can't control. Like limbs half-asleep, wandering around in and out of her painfully contracted range on their own.

Like her first day on the Barge, but so much worse.

She doesn't give herself any time to acclimatize. She has to find people. She staggers out of her room, never quite able to trust where she thinks the floor is or how far away the wall is, but that's not going to stop her.

Week 1

She's a frequent visitor to the Sick Ward at first, for various reasons. The over-the-counter-strength anti-emetics they give her help a little. The stairs up to her Floor 4 cabin don't, though at least the padding means she hasn't broken anything.

Then Norton's request comes through in a sizable explosion of butterflies, and life gets a lot easier for Taylor. She traps a few dozen before they can disperse through the ship, carrying them with her, and plans her day around staying within range of the large majority. During the morning, that's upper decks, sitting in the glassed-in walkways outside the cabins. Later in the day, she can move to the main common room. She sleeps there, sometimes, so long as there's someone familiar present.

((Further weeks to be added))

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VIDEO

[Cloud is very reluctant, but also very... worried, to say the least. This isn't a place he recognizes, and there are far more new faces than he recalls being on the Barge. Everything feels completely wrong, and he was already dealing with distortion and confusion.

He's giving the camera a very sharp glare.]

Who the hec-... [Okay, no - what the frick is this shoot? UGH.] Where is this? ... Why is this?

[That just leaves the what, but he's fine with not getting that answer, just yet. Duck ALL of this, really.]

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[Otherwise, people are welcome to find him just about anywhere he has access to. Catch him trying to kick a door down - HELP him try to kick a door down, if that's more your thing.

Additionally, he might be trying to test the durability of the knives around here (by using other knives to sharpen it), in his efforts to get the stupid device off of his wrist. It... goes kind of badly, however, and he completely slices into the palm of his own hand. Given that his knife was still fairly dull in some places, it somehow hurts even more than it was ever meant to.]

Dang it- That's not what I was trying to say, darn-...! [AUGH] Screw it.

[He throws the butter knife at the wall. If someone happens to be walking by.... Whoops?]

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[network; audio; immediately after arrival; being a cliquey bitch in front of god and country]

Hello - roll call, please! The Authority wouldn't tell me anything; did we all make it? Did we all get chosen by the same ship? Pagan--

[Her voice quivers a little when she says her warden's name, and so she makes herself stop and breathe for a second or two, until she can sound smooth and airy and cheerful again.]

I'm an assistant now, so if you need anything - favors or perks, or, um, requests - I have clout! I think it goes without saying that we should all stick together as much as possible.

[actionspam; first few days after arrival]

[Misty's feelings about all this are deeply ambivalent, to say the least. On the one hand, she has no real attachment or loyalty to the Barge as an institution, and her prospects as a Clipper assistant seem much better than her prospects as a Barge inmate had been: all she has to do is graduate a patient and keep them on the straight and narrow for three months, and she can go home! And that should be the most important thing.

But on the other hand, there are people that she worries about; people that, already, she misses desperately and can't stand being universes away from, without any warning. Even beyond them, there are people that she thinks and wonders about - far more than she would have expected. The Barge residents hadn't been her team, but they'd been something, and to have all that ripped away throws her off-kilter.

So, naturally, she backslides immediately, making herself feel better by indulging in her worst habits of light stalking and petty power-plays. She patrols the circular hallways, keeping an eye on patients, enjoying the feeling of having power that she can use however she'd like. During at least the first few days, she participates fully in the morning and evening group meetings, and makes careful mental notes of who does and doesn't do the same. She'll dole out kindnesses and favors to those who treat her well, she decides, and to those who don't... well. She'll just have to see.

She spends quite a lot of time ensconced in the assistants-only treehouse, where she uses the binoculars to spy on people for hours on end: sometimes aimlessly looking around the whole visible space, and other times picking a person at random, dedicatedly following them until they exit the panopticon area and leave her sight. And when stalking people who are mostly strangers stops being enough, she retreats to her cabin, where she watches her saved security camera footage of Natalie, Shauna, and Taissa, thinks about how she doesn't even have a photo of Pagan, and - in private, out of the public eye - allows herself to cry.

She always carefully cleans her face and puts on eye makeup before leaving her cabin, wiping away tear tracks and concealing any puffiness. But whenever she spots anyone that she recognizes from the Barge, her public facade drops a little.]

Oh, my god--

[She'll say as she rushes over to them, uncertainty and anxiety clear on her face.]

You're here! This is crazy, right?

mycitynow

audio, public

[ There is a lot of loud teenage yelling in the bracelet. ]

This is some baloney! Gramps! Hey, Gramps, Crozier, where the mess are you? Ya gotta get me to him, you sanctimonious Nurse jerk, he's sick! He ain't doing well and someone's gotta look out for him. Tell me where he is or I'll break your kneecaps!

spam

[ Understandably, telling someone that you'll break their kneecaps gets you sent to the naughty room. Kyoko is speedrunning getting in trouble as not even two hours into her stay on the Clipper, she's sent to a padded room in Sick Bay. Anyone visiting can hear faint yelling from inside of one of the rooms and actual yelling should they go inside to see what's what.

Later, she can be found skulking around the ship, glaring at everybody and shaking down anybody from the Barge to try and get information. Crozier isn't here. And in Kyoko's mind, that's not going to stand. ]

pharadyne

[After the Nurse explains the situation, Norton mulls it over for a little while. He'd wanted be a warden, but this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Still, he can make this work for him, might even come out ahead. It's certainly a far better outcome than he'd been expecting when they'd first been told the Authority was closing in on them. This is the best chance he's had in the last two years to be saved from ever being sent back to his fate in the time loop of forever dying. Because if there's one thing he can do very well, it's act happy no matter what. Once, to save his life, he made himself grin his way through weeks of alien suburbia hell giving cheerful open house tours of modern kitchens and also leading whole families to mass graves. Compared to that, this is child's play. Possibly literally if the décor is anything to go by. A few months of this and he can save himself.

And so he smiles brightly as he appears on the network in the morning for the first time.]

Good morning, my ducklings, it's another bright and shiny day here on our good clipper ship. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Norton. I'm a new Assistant. Isn't that dolly! And I'm so very looking forward to meeting each and every one of you. But for now, let's start the day off with the right spirit.

[And with that he starts singing Accentuate the Positive.]

archivisnt

[For those who have been here for a while, this is a familiar voice; in fact, the tone is familiar, too, austere but with a calculated edge of pleasantry that's as out of place as a caramel ribbon in a tube of toothpaste.]

I'm pleased to be the first to inform you that I have graduated. Don't all rush in with congratulations, now, I don't like fuss.

I'll be spending the next three months as a new colleague for our Assistants, and who knows? Perhaps it will be even longer if I can be of use here. I do like a challenge.

To my former fellow Patients, you should consider this an inspiration. Why, isn't it encouraging? If I can put aside my negative attitude to become a credit to society, surely any of us can find a way.

spam/late July & early August

[Gertrude, as an Assistant, spends a large proportion of her time with one of the brightly slipcovered onboard books in hand, sitting in the Common Area and observing the Patients at their leisure activities over the edge of her book with a gaze that could, if you stretch, be described as "benevolent." If you don't feel like a stretch, you could accurately use terms like "gimlet."

She will put away her book with a sigh and sweep towards any Patients who appear to be engaging in troublesome behavior, arriving with a much sharper glare and an artificially saccharine, "What's this?"

Although she is strictly a participant in morning sing-alongs, she's a regular volunteer for leading evening storytime. Or, to be specific, she tends to begin by telling a story of her own, and then choose one of the Patients to give their story. Sometimes, these stories turn out not to be happy. Appropriate time in the Sick Ward with some soothing music will be assigned for stories she deems over the line.

She's a very nice old lady.]

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