Beaches aren't exactly entertaining without the amenities, Admiral. We should just put in a holodeck. [Which might just be B'Elanna's hideous new project. She sighs.]

All right, McCullen, let's get this over with. Time to put some calluses on your hands.

Has anyone found a stream, or river anywhere? What about wildlife?

[She's crouching as she talks, using a PADD to inspect some plants for edibility. Apparently it's not poisonous, but it doesn't look tasty. Muttered:] I almost miss Neelix.

Who, exactly, works in the engine room? Now believe me, I get that this isn't a Starfleet ship, but we were almost always short a hand on Voyager when things blew up, [Lol literally] and I can't believe two people are holding down the fort. I want a look around engineering.

[Private to Paddy]

Since I doubt McCullen's actually talked to you like I asked him, I want him to work in the kitchen. Do you have any open positions?

[Private to Chang]

[It has taken so damn long for her to stomp on her pride enough to ask this, and she's still expecting it to be thrown in her face, so she's being blunt and not bothering with much by way of explanation.]

I don't control my temper very well.

[Private to McCullen]

[Added after Paddy corrected her:] So you actually went and talked to Paddy. [SHE'S PROUD but not really. She isn't totally invested in him yet.]

[Well. This is awkward and uncomfortable. Yep. So she's keeping it nice and short.]

I guess I should apologize for how I acted. That wasn't exactly how I'd rather most people see me. [AWKWARD TIMES A THOUSAND okay fuck this.] I'm starting to see what you meant, Rayne.

[Private to Destroooooooo]

James McCullen? B'Elanna Torres. Let's get this started. How long have you been here, and have you had a warden yet?

[Someone is not happy. In fact, someone is a twelve year old half-Klingon and is FURIOUS.]

Where is this place? I want to go home! [Lol not really, but she doesn't like being dragged around. :c] Who's responsible for bringing me here? I'm going to find you and break your arms!

[She just might try, too. :| The video shows her pacing the room, turning over furniture and looking for clues, though...she doesn't know what she's looking for. When she comes back, it's with a hyperspanner. It can do some damage, right. :|]

Stop being cowards and come out!

[B'Elanna has one of Aleera's pictures in her hand, and she's holding it up for the camera. It's one that says 'I AM GORKON!' and B'Elanna looks incredibly less than impressed. Perhaps even insulted. She's trying to reign in the insulted bit, but, you know. Not happy.]

Is this some kind of joke? This doesn't look even remotely like Gorkon. Why are they all over the ship?

[And she's paused to scowl at the picture again, shifting to hold her thumb over one of the figure's eyes. Then she snorts.] This looks more like Chang than Gorkon. [Who she still doesn't know is on board. Hi Chang. She snorts again, and faces the camera.]

Who drew these? [So she knows where to direct her ire.]

[The feed flips on, and B'Elanna's sitting at her desk, studying a PADD. She's in a yellow, twenty-fourth century Starfleet uniform, and the way she's frowning at what she's reading makes her cranial ridges more prominent. But it's only a few seconds before she discards the PADD onto the desk, and looks up.]

Right. So as I understand it, this ship is a little like a traveling penal colony. Not exactly a setting I'm familiar with, but. [She shrugs, looking nonchalant, and turns away, snorting to herself.] Of course Tom's never around when he'd be useful. So. Since I don't get myself an inmate until God knows when, who can point me toward engineering?

[And a pause, because she's picked up the PADD again to look through network entries, and what the hell, guys.]

IS this kind of crap normal around here?