✈ day eighty three, video

[diealone]

[Jack clicks on the video feed and then hesitates, pressing his lips together in a thin line of frustration, like he's trying to decide if saying any of this is a good idea or not.

Apparently it is, because he does eventually start talking.]

About a week after our plane crashed, [Which is still sort of weird to talk about here, where no one had known about it besides Scott and apparently Nathan, but that flood had made him blab about way more than being in a plane crash, so. Here we are.] One of the other survivors got their hands on the flight manifest. We crossed off the names of the people who'd died in the crash, and used it as kind of a baseline to figure out who everyone else was, and why they were on the plane in the first place.

Obviously we don't have something like that, but if there is something big coming - and I guess it sounds like it is - I feel like we should make one to keep track of who's who, what cabin you've been assigned and at least a baseline of where you're from and why you're here. You can include other stuff if you want.

And before someone says it, this isn't some Patriot Act invasion of privacy stunt. You don't have to answer if you don't want, but considering how often people disappear or wind up a completely different person for a couple days, it might be good to have some kind of record of who's where.

So if you could get that information to me over the comms or in person - you can tack a note to my door, if you want - I can keep an updated list in one of the common rooms or the dining hall or something. Wherever's convenient for people.

Comments

[neuropathy]

[ PRETEND NATHAN SUPPLIED THIS INFORMATION SO I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK IT UP RIGHT NOW ]

Lemme know if you could use an extra hand. 's a good idea.

[ blah blah former cop talking blah ]

[strangehistorian]

This is a great idea!

My cabin is Eight-one. I'm from Tanaris, in Azeroth, and here for my inmate!

[this_corrosion]

How's that gonna help?

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia watches him and considers him for a moment. It is a good idea, but it's a lot of information for this guy to have, especially considering this whole Mirror Flood that may or may not have started already.]

It's a smart idea, but would you mind starting by sharing your own details? And do you have someone who can vouch for you?

[routemistress]

Iris Wildthyme, room five-fifteen like the Who song. That's why I picked it. I'm a warden, I'm 'ere because I love this boat and I'm not from anywhere.

Or I'm from everywhere. You take your pick, lovey.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

You have not been keeping records in all this time?

[DISAPPROVAL GET. Scorpius keeps his own immaculate records]

[private]

[walkingmeltdown]

[There was an aggravated and suspicious squint at this message for the first few minutes after it went out. But well, if something this bad really is coming and it's not exactly information about him most haven't already gotten anyway...]

Derek Powers, floor six room eleven. Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth. Unwilling inmate; for all the usual reasons, I suppose.

[And then, since he can't resist a pointed remark:]

You realize this is basically this exact same thing I was trying to do, right? Different reasoning, but still.