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Appears difficulties have currently subsided. Wished to remind any with lingering injuries of presence of clinic in Gozu district. Suggest prompt visit for varren bites. Carry number of diseases. Large number disfiguring and painful. Also attaching pamphlet for dehydration symptoms. Covers multiple races. Recommend increased intake of water.

[Sometimes, he's so helpful. He just doesn't want to waste time dealing with people who are still dehydrated a week later. Also attached to the video are his credentials as a scientist and physician.]

Reminder for new arrivals. Always welcome applicants to clinic. Number of positions available.

[Pause.]

Aware pyjak meat delicacy in some cultures. Have recently come into number of fully cooked specimens. Will part with them for small number of credits. Population appears to be decreasing in size.

[Where he's gotten the pyjak meat is clearly a mystery. He hasn't been setting them on fire himself or anything. Wherever have you gotten that thought?]

Otherwise, will be here. [He disconnects.]

sucking

[The girl on the video that you're watching appears to be extremely confident. Her posture is straight, not rigid, but definitely trying to impress upon others that she's not going to take any bullshit. Her strawberry blonde hair is swept back, small braids pulling the sides of her hair away and tucked into a small gathering. The rest lays flat and she hopes makes her seem older than she is.]

I've been here only a short time and I've seen how quickly things can go to hell. [This is actually something she has experience in and her tone of voice does not imply that she's concerned for these sort of incidents.]

I do realize, that my current employment, the job that everyone has at first, seems to be well-suited for someone that isn't as overqualified as I am. As such, I'm looking for something more challenging. I've attached a file to this video that lists my skills and my preferred fields of employment. [Those looking at the file will see an impressive list of mathematical and science qualifications. She shows proficiency in analytical and practical maths. She's also familiar with spatial theory and physics. Her areas of knowledge for science edge toward chemistry and physiology. She marks down that she is familiar with the anatomy of humans from Earth. She also lists her organization and willingness to lead.]

I know that the range of inhabitants here is not limited to human, but I am a fast learner and I am more than willing to do the work to learn. [It feels good to state her intelligence; to not worry that someone will judge her for it or look at her differently. She has a different level to achieve, to strive for and if that means presenting herself in the best possible light for this setting -- that's what she'll do.]

Any interested parties can contact me with any suggestions or offers for employment.

asteroidbelt

Roommate Needed
- No pets.
- No drugs.
- No loud music.
- No mercenaries.

mathemagician

[The pyjaks and the varren aren't very concerning, but the water going out had made Kengo concerned from the beginning. Something like this didn't just happen so easily. So, he'd volunteered to work with getting the water lines back on and operating. What he hadn't expected was that fires would start while he was working to get everything online. As soon as he catches the news, he sends a message to the network. He doesn't like being underground and out of the way, unable to help like he had the time before.]

Someone give me a status report. Where is the fire and how bad is it? I need specifics.

[This message is nothing like the ones Kengo had sent before. He learned his way around an omni-tool and has every possible defense up against being traced or having his messages tied to him.]

( (To Ryusei Sakuta; encrypted) )

spinelessdecoder

So after having pyjaks, varren, vorcha, pyjaks on fire, fire itself, and then water damage, I find myself in a bind.

[Pax gestures to the six screen mega-computer that she once had in working order, despite the fact that it now looks like a cobbled together singed mess that she's hauling apart for dry pieces.]

So, as it stands, if you have electronics that need repairs, upgrades, overhauls, from anything smaller than an air-car I can fix it up for you for a decent price. Yes, that includes omni-tools.

If you have technology that's not from this...universe, then I'll have a look at it but I make no promises I can repair it.

ninjabike

Well this has been a lesson in that fond Law humans have about someone named Murphy. Water, small pests, larger pests that eat the smaller one while also trying to eat others, and fires.

I also think the guy I was sharing rent with is either dead or missing.

Considering this place...my bet is on dead.

He's human, part of the Talons I think it is and usually out during the night and drunk or close to such most of the time when he's not patrolling Theta district. Just in case there's a chance he just got lost in corner or some other slim chance of such.

boydetective

[The screen flashes to a masked young man. The video is only of his torso, but the yellow R stands out on his chest. He has one hand placed on a hip and the other is holding his omni-tool out to record.

If anyone tries to trace to video to a source, they'll come up with nothing unless they're some kind of tech genius. Robin has put a lot of fail-safes and dead ends in his encryptions. Thanks for the money for the software, Garrus.]

This shouldn't need to be said, but it seems that it does.

The multiple "mercenary" groups on this station are not our friends. They're not here to help us; I suspect even if we offer to do the same for them. According to locals, it seems we arrived on the station while there is a power struggle going on, so if anything, the mercenaries are likely to want to use us as canon-fodder in their glorified gang-war. I would advise against jumping at the chance to sign up if any of them have recruitment drives - especially if they're looking for freelancers. [Can you tell Robin doesn't like any of the merc groups on the station?] And if you have to, at least know what you're getting yourself in for.

As for the current situation... [He gives a soft huff of a sigh and lifts a shoulder in a shrug.] I imagine there must be water and weapon stores suitable for dealing with both the shortage and the pest problem, but it doesn't look like anyone cares to tell us.

If anyone is in particular need of water, I have a very limited emergency store available.

bearerofhope

[So. Those monkeys have been okay to deal with so far, other than the fact that they keep trying to steal his rings. They were easy enough to get rid of and Haruto's been dealing with the water issue, even though he's not all that thrilled about it. At the very least, he hasn't had a need to use his magic very much, so he hasn't needed to track down an excessive amount of food to refill his mana.

When the video starts, he's looking just as positive as ever. Really, does nothing bother this guy? At least he seems to have the video function figured out now, the residential district visible behind him.]

Water problems, monkey problems, now dog problems. I appreciate the chance to learn about foreign wildlife, but I think there's safer ways to go about introducing the general populace.

[He slings a gun... sword... gunsword? swordgun? over his shoulder with his free hand, giving a warm smile.]

Anyway, now is as good a time as any. If anyone needs help with anything, just come to me with it. Doesn't need to be exterminating services or dowsing for water, but I don't have anything better to do and I'd rather make myself useful. In the meantime, I'm going to be getting rid of all these pests before they hurt someone. Come say hi if you see me around.

tasteslikecoconut

Okay. This?

[Watch him make a general jerking sweeping motion that encompasses everything about everything.]

Crap. All of it. [Now watch him tick off the crap with his fingers.]

So let's make a little count here: No water - meaning no water to make that very important concoction called coffee. That I can deal with. For now. Like, what, you can live a couple weeks without water, right? I can't live without coffee for more than a week tops.

But then! Then we have, what, space monkeys? They make noises. Weird ones! And they shit everywhere! But fine, space monkeys in space. Whatever, I'll deal.

No really, I'd deal with the space monkeys. Why? Because now there are god damn fish dogs. Like this one. This one right here.

[The video blurs for a moment before landing on a varren, with beady big blue eyes and it's breathing heavily, drooling on the grimy floor as if sizing up its next meal. Here's a hint: it's probably Tony. The video goes back to the genius not-so-billionaire not-quite-philanthropist, taking refuge on his countertop with a rusty frying pan.]

So yeah. Crap.

bloodpacks

[citizens of omega, this fine creature right here is about to take care of all your pyjak problems.] HEAR YOU HAVE PYJAK PROBLEM. DECIDED TO TAKE CARE OF IT OURSELVES.

VARREN LOVE PYJAK MEAT. THEY WILL TAKE CARE OF FILTHY SCAVENGERS.

WILL TAKE PAYMENT IN FORM OF CREDITS. OR WEAPONS. CAN ALWAYS USE WEAPONS.

WELCOME.

[there are now varren running rampant around the station, slaughtering space monkeys. enjoy that.]

cosmosic

[You don't really need to see an expression to know she's supremely irritated.]

Does anybody have any idea how much longer the water is going to be out? Some people like being clean.

( Private; To Liara )

tradecraftdude

[ The video is a little shaky, but it's pretty obvious that it's showing some dead guy lying on the ground in an alleyway. It's a human male in vanguard gear, but his helmet is on the ground behind him. Oh, also, the side of his head is blown to bits, and there's a rather large pool of blood under him.

The insignia of the Talons is visible on his chest for a brief moment before the camera flips around to show Marco in his delivery boy uniform, looking about as uncomfortable as someone could possibly look while standing next to a dead body. ]

So, uh, I dunno what the equivalent of calling 911 is out here, but I'm pretty sure that's what you're supposed to do when you find a dead person, right? [ His eyes shift back and forth, and there's a slight tremble that he can't quite keep out of his voice. ] I figured I'd like, let someone know about this, in case someone knows him, or wants to, I dunno, make this less of a public health hazard or something.

[ The noted location is in Zeta district. ]

Anyway, I'm gonna get out of here because this kinda creeps me out.

(OOC: Feel free to actiontag if you want to intercept Marco on his way out.)

housebroke

[ Sark’s feed is set to sweep low across the ground as he walks, and just as a pyjak skitters across his path, he stops only to kick it out of the way with the side of his shoe. And while he’s not about to show his face on the network, he’ll willingly speak on it. ]

Has anyone begun to wonder exactly why we’ve accrued our very own infestation of these things? [ He tilts the camera just enough to show it once more, the little beast already moving closer again. ] Is this normal around here, or are we simply lucky enough to be forced to enjoy their company? Though really, the coincidence of this along with the problems facing the water supply-- my mistake, the absolute lack of one, I can’t help but think it’s not out of place to think one perhaps caused the other.

[ The pyjak darts closer all over again and Sark solidly kicks it away before finally continuing to walk. ] Or if something else has caused them both. Not that anyone would ever do such a thing. [ ... Such sarcasm. ]

Perhaps we should be stopping to consider what might happen next. There’s far more to worry about then simply smelling unpleasant or having one of these settle down to watch you eat your lunch. And if you think this won’t lead to something else, I imagine you aren’t looking hard enough.

fightforthelost

As if the place didn't smell bad enough already without fresh water.

[Yo, Omega. Have Commander Shepard, the one with a Y chromosome, holding a pyjak firmly by the tail. The little bastard squirms and flails, but Shepard just keeps on holding it tightly.]

Aria, if you're listening, your rock has really gone downhill lately. [So understated in the most deadpan voice ever.]

Pretty soon we'll all be drinking our own recycled waste and bunking with pyjaks.

[And then he just tosses the creature off-screen. There's a loud noise as the poor devil probably lands amidst some crates and scurries off. Shepard switches his omni-tool to a private channel, so unless you're one of the Normanderps, you're not really going to see anything but static.]

( [Private to Normandy crew//unhackable (unless you're some badass AI probably)] )

unyieldingly

Right, so... A bit of a water issue we're having.

[Which isn't said so cheekily since, after all, she was enjoying the opportunity to have someting like actual plumbing in this place, okay. Chamber pots are not cool. Omega has entirely spoiled her. But that's not the point.]

Until there's a more permanent fix...I can help out.

[She's been apprehensive about simply outing herself to too many people about her powers, but this is an emergency.]

Here. [She lifts a hand and there's a blue light surrounding it. Flinging her hand to the side, she casts at a bucket she's procured, freezing the space inside of it.] And just wait, I'm not done. [This time, she steps over to the bucket and casts fire, albeit carefully, until the ice has been melted into nothing but water.]

There. I can try to manage as much as is necessary, but I might get winded after a while. Emergencies come first [since some of you are amphibians and such] and then everything else after it.

talonmercs

[hello, omega. here is a member of a mercenary group that has, up until now, made themselves very scarce. but they have been watching as all of these new arrivals appear on the station, so if you might be thinking that they aren't up to speed on what's been going on? you are sadly mistaken.

case in point, he peers into his omni-tool and addresses the network about a recent development. it's all business, here.] As you may have noticed, the systems that regulate the districts’ water supply have gone offline. We aren't sure how this happened, but we’re currently working on fixing it. Now, for those of you that make use of such a thing, that means no showers, no plumbing, no running water of any kind. And since we're pretty sure that Aria doesn't want to smell any of you? We're going to get this resolved as quickly as we can.

[there's a pause, and then:] Try not to break anything else while you're here.

electricslash

Man, is it just me, or is there nothing good to eat around here?

[ There's a fair amount of background noise layered in; Zoe's in the middle of the markets, decked out in a hoodie and a pair of jeans. She hasn't been able to afford much since she got here, since the repair work doesn't pay for shit, but at least she'd gotten a bootleg pullover with the N7 logo on her breast. Apparently it was true that you could get anything on Omega. Of course, it hadn't stopped her from carrying her sword over her back. No way she'd go anywhere without it.

She waves her hand at the shop behind her, lips tugging down into a frown. ]

I mean, come on! I know this place is a den of thieves, but even thieves have to eat well, right? So why can't I get a half-decent bowl of ramen? Or chocolate. You know how long it's been since I had chocolate? Way too long.

[ Zoe makes a face at the omni-tool. ]

We've been here a while, right? Has anybody found anything decent? I only have so many credits, you know.

jumpiness

[ Maybe Independence Day is Coach Finstock's favorite movie for a reason. All Stiles knows is, at first he was in his jeep, dropping Scott off at home - and then he was in a shuttle, with some nasty-looking dude with six eyes staring at him.

He may have shrieked in a totally manly way and sat on the bench furthest away from him.

Anyway the shuttle - space shuttle, space ship - had set down, and he'd been herded out and dumped on a launch pad in some serious need of scrubbing. Some dude with actualfax fucking mandibles had tiredly told him that he was supposed to go to Zeta district and help with repairs if he didn't have anything better to do. He did not field any other questions. Stiles has been flying by the seat of his pants for the last few hours.

That first hour may have involved hyperventilating.

Regardless, he knows how to work this omni-tool thing now and he's using it thanks to ingenuity and possibly some passerby help. His face fills up the entire screen. ]

So aliens are real. Big, giant huge wrinkly aliens that look like they want to eat my face, and blue space babes. Okay, that's cool, we respect all of the species in human-land. Totally cool bros here.

[ A teenager's very determined expression of resolve goes here, though. ]

What we don't respect is kidnapping. Which I'd say is what just happened, you know. But I've got questions. If any of you see a five foot three girl with fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, or a five foot ten dude with tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair and an uneven jawline, you're gonna tell me, okay?

And if any of you touch a hair on that fine lady's head, I'm going to go Will Smith on your butts.

[ Scott can handle some heat. Stiles turns the video off, then switches it back on suddenly. ]

And the dude you're telling is Stiles!

anarrowtotheeye

My name is Xiahou Dun. I don't like idle chatter so I'll get straight to the point. I've noticed that there are quite a number of you who don't know how to fight so I'm offering to take on students and teach some basic fighting moves. If you require some proof of my proficiency in the martial arts, I would be more than willing to show you what I can do.

I ask for no fees. You need only bring dedication and a focused mind. Just don't waste my time.

[Private to Steve Rogers and Captain Kirahhe. Hackable.[]

I request a meeting. I have a proposition for you and I'd like you to consider it.

((OOC: If you'd like to hack the message, please contact me first!))

neverknocks

[ yo what's up, Omega. York is in a shiny brand-new suit of armor, bought right in Omega, rather than her usual clunky old Freelancer armor. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than what she used to wear, that's for sure, and she looks pretty damned pleased about it.

But not just about the armor. York's grinning for an entirely new reason today. ]

Everybody settling in all right? Good, 'cause I've got some good news for the thirsty crowd. I just got myself a new job at a bar here in Zeta District, servin' drinks. And this weekend we've got an extended happy hour special goin' on, so if you're looking for a drink, then I highly suggest hauling your ass over to The Quad. I might even slip you a free drink for the trouble.

[ She actually winks, grinning and showing teeth. She tosses her hair out of her face with a quick shake of her head. ]

'Course, if you're more interested in the home security market, I'm still available for installs and upgrades. But I figured it was time to move on up in the job market. Besides, I mix one hell of a Dirty Shirley.

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