video.

[ceoqueen]

...You’re all still here. Great.

[ Aria’s not in a much better mood than she was the other day, but at least this time she’s not snarling at everyone in sight. Mostly. ]

Well. As long as you’re stuck here, then you’re gonna make yourselves useful. You want to eat? Go clear out some debris. Want somewhere to live? Go make repairs. Half of Omega is a smoking wreck. Fix it.

But if you want anything at all, you’ll to have to pay for protection. Pay me, and maybe you won’t get your head chopped off by a krogan tomorrow.

Or maybe you will. I don’t really care.

There is one rule on Omega. What I say goes.

Don’t fuck with Aria.

video;

[boydetective]

[The omni-tool was new and pretty cool technology, but it hadn't taken Tim long to figure out it's basic ins and outs - he'd done all that on the day of his arrival. It took a few days, mostly of tinkering to try and hack the network and finding his omni-tool didn't have the capacity, before he decides to boot up his own video entry. He's without the mask and looking like a fairly normal, if well groomed, teenager.]

This obviously isn't Physics with Prof Wilkins, although it would be the most amazing setting for a lesson ever. But uh, Earth to Tim Drake, this stuff only happens in comics. I take it this extranet thing is like twitter or something, but higher tech? Gotta be, because this glowey thing? Coolest gadget I've ever gotten.

So. Anyone else suddenly wake up here and wonder what they ate before bed?

Actually, better question - do they really expect us to work?