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[starer]

Its been about four weeks. Though I guess I should say Earth weeks. Twenty-seven days since we started turning up. Two since it started happening again.

[Which begs the question, when does it stop? Seventy-two beds on this area of the station. Are they planning to keep going after that?]

Viveca is the name of the AI that spoke to us all then. Some of you may have spoken to her already. She went missing though, a couple of days after we arrived. There was a power cut, she said something about an emergency mode, and then she was gone.

We got a delivery right before that though. Clothes, toiletries, books, food. A bunch of stuff showed up and got split out.

That was when there were twenty-seven of us. Looks like we've about doubled since then. So if you new folks needs something, ask. There's probably someone here who can help.

Speaking of, we're stuck relying on those drops to get fresh food. So don't hog it. There's kids here who need it too.

[Edward]

A guy I know. He cooks up huge batches of food at a time. If you're hungry, check the fridge. Nine times out of ten, he's left something in there you can have.

[And if not, giving Sam a look will probably be more than enough to get him to make something new.]

You've also all probably noticed that you can't get in to the Northern Wing. Its been like that since we first got here, and we've got no idea what's on the other side. It's classified, apparently. Messing with whatever's on the other side would affect us all, so I wouldn't suggest trying to break through.

Don't know about you guys, but I don't plan on getting tossed out an airlock if I can help it.

[And that's it. No sign off. No goodbye. No anything. Sorry?]


[ooc: Feel free to threadjack as much as you like! Bucky's using this post as an information exchange.]

Comments

[unclesam]

ain't that the truth.

[ and the amount of people who chose to peace out in the aftermath... well. ]

name's sam by the way. you got one, too?

[scarcastically]

[ so this is wilson. the falcon. he wonders how many of the avengers knockoffs were around. it doesn't seem like the main trio is here. ]

erik stevens.

[unclesam]

[ somewhere in the multiverse, the baby falcon named torres is very offended. ]

good to meet you, erik. listen, my partner was outta line and I see you got opinions about our motley little crew from back home, but there is food. we all gotta eat. and I could use about half a dozen hands to help ration our current supplies out for the new mouths we got aboard. we can worry about putting people on actual kitchen duties when the lights are back on and we don't gotta worry about kids going hungry.

[scarcastically]

Fine. I'm sure you can make him pull his weight.

[ he doesn't but w/e ]

I can do some kitchen work, though it seems there's a bunch of people 'round for that.

[unclesam]

honestly the more of this I can pass into other hands, the better. just figured while other people get about chopping and moving crates around, I'd do some numbers crunching. looks like most of us are gonna go hungry until we get everything back up and running.

[scarcastically]

How'd it break?

[unclesam]

shit went haywire after our first food shipment. we haven't been able to contact viveca since. second food shipment was due a week ago, didn't come. as to the exact how and why... no idea. it was lights out for a while, some of our own had to fix that. simulation room was going haywire, too.

[scarcastically]

[ who would have thought an AI was unreliable??? ]

So shit's broken everywhere. There's no one here with the tech know-how to get it running?

[unclesam]

enough to turn the lights back on, sure. but we're locked out of most shit for actually running the show, locked out of the north wing - like north has any meaning in the middle of space. can't do anything with the teleporters either. I mean, I ain't messing with those. would be just my luck to get beamed into the middle of a goddamn xenomorph nest...

[scarcastically]

Maybe. But I can take a look. I ain't too shabby with tech.

[unclesam]

honestly, you conjure us up some self-reliance and anything at all edible, that'd be damn awesome. let me know if you need a decorative and moderately useful second pair of hands, yeah?.

[ Sam's good with his own tech and some engineering - but space station level tech? Yeah, no, he's not gonna presume anything. but if Erik knows what the hell he's doing, Sam can play assistant. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik went to MIT when he was sixteen. to be in black ops, working with tech was a necessity. and erik left no skill unturned. it's not as though anyone was on his side. ]

Like I said, I'll take a look.

[unclesam]

you do that. mind looping me in if there's something to be done?

[scarcastically]

[ he hates that idea but gotta play nice,,, ]

yeah, no sweat.