[VIDEO | un: hemlock]

[unholey]

[At this point, Audentes has firmly seized control of the bridge. The annoying message about how intruders will be neutralized has finally been turned off. The monsters have been slain and/or befriended. Getting the rest of the ship under control is still a work in progress. Everyone's got shit to do.

Which is what makes this video so odd. The feed flickers to ... well, okay, it's an impressively fancy view out into outer space. It's pretty cool. But it's also literally nothing?]

[This is where Fugo slides in. Or, well. Floats in. He appears from the left side of the frame, looking for all the world as if he's lounging on his side in thin air, propelled by nothing. There are somewhat worrying smears of blood on his labcoat--but other than a split lip and bruised knuckles, Fugo himself appears to be unhurt. It's probably fine. The floating would be weird, if the entire ship weren't currently experiencing a malfunction with its gravity.]

To whoever is on the bridge, fucking around with the ship's settings-- oh, shit. [He ... misjudged how long he had in the frame. Well, bye Fugo. There's an off-camera thump. Some more swearing. And then, after a brief pause, Fugo floats in from the right side of the frame, this time looking slightly more disheveled.] Whatever you did, undo it, zero gravity makes things more difficult for us than them at this point.

[Rather than floating off screen again, he twists in mid-air to a cross-legged position.]

And as long as we're here. I figure we've got the bridge, but where is everyone? How are capture slash containment options going, since we're seizing the ship rather than crashing it? If you got messed up in the fighting, now is probably a good time to connect with one of our healers.

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[sheriffing]

[ ugh, don't remind her. this is the worst.]

Works for me. You're not injured, are you?

[the only thing hurting Emma right now is a few sudden movements into objects she would have been able to avoid if she was on solid ground.]

[unholey]

[Emma won't be able to see it since they've switched to voice, but Fugo squints down at his hands. Oh, right. That.]

Technically speaking, yes. But it's nothing major; just some bruises and cuts. I've gone further on worse.

[sheriffing]

[ that's the point, he won't be able to see her stumbling into things. fun.]

Bruises and cuts or "I'm gonna call them bruises and cuts but they're actually serious injuries" ?

[unholey]

Do you really think I'd be fucking around in zero gravity if I was seriously injured?

[For once: he's actually not downplaying how hurt he is. He's mostly fine, just a little banged up.]

Save it for the people who are actually seriously injured. I'll make sure they're clean and wrapped up until things calm down.

[sheriffing]

On this team? Do you have to ask?

[ most of them spend ninety-nine percent of the time downplaying how hurt they are.]

Good, I'll stick to finding you. Is anyone else with you?

[unholey]

Ugh. I hate that you're right, nevermind. Someone needs to give our healers a raise.

I've got Wylan and Parker with me. Well, not with me. But they're around, getting these labs into order.

[sheriffing]

People get raises? I've been missing out.

By "in order", you mean we basically have to keep it from blowing up, right?

[unholey]

I mean, it depends on what you consider a wage. Are the allowances we get for missions or wages, or those rewards they sometimes hand out? This isn't exactly a traditional state of employment.

That's the number one priority, yeah. Quickly followed by "let's not let the nihilists conduct chemical warfare on us". And taking anyone who's not one of us into custody, since that seems to be the general plan we're working under.

[sheriffing]

I always figured those were to keep us from complaining too much.

[ allowances by necessity, rewards to make sure they had something to work towards.]

I'm good with taking people into custody, but let's make sure no one blows us up first. Should I be looking for anything in particular?

[ she's probably not far, but that doesn't mean she can't be productive in the meantime.]

[unholey]

Just a moment, let me forward you some pictures. I was scoping out the labs before everything went straight to shit.

[A few minutes later, Fugo sends Emma a few photographs taken with his magitek of some particular chemical vials. They're notable for their creepy, bright colors.]

These are the ones that will vaporize on contact with the air. Anyone who ingests them will experience uncontrollable emotions, like fear or anger. The usual hazardous stuff was properly labeled, so you should know it when you see it.

[sheriffing]

[ if it's recognizable for being creepy, she's got this. if there's anything that's likely to stand out to her, it's weird crap.]

What do you want me to do with this stuff if I find it, bring it to you or try to lock it down?

[ one is a bigger risk than the other, but he's right. letting this stuff fall into the wrong hands would be disastrous right now.]

[unholey]

If you find a secure place and are confident in your ability to ensure Zymandis agents can't get into it, lock it down. If you can't, get back in touch with me and we can rendezvous.

I'd prefer to eventually have it all in one place, but right now I think the most important thing is making sure it's not a danger to the ship at large. We'll have plenty of opportunities to get organized once it's under our complete control.