1. Voice; backdated to the 14th

[strangelic]

--will no doubt prove to be useful. [ Pause. ] It beeped. I think it's stopped recording.

[ There's some static and gruff muttering under the breath from just out of range of Castiel's earpiece. He's clearly working with someone to get the radio device set up...not that all is going as intended. ]

Of course you can hear me, we're in the same room. [ Castiel continues, a moment later.

This is followed by more exasperated noises, and then: ] Ah. So you can hear me now? [ Another off screen comment. ] Everyone? I see. Let me just...

[ There's a lot more static all of a sudden, a sound much like a microphone makes as it's rubbed against bare skin, and then with his voice a little more distant, Castiel says: ]

A cell phone really would be much more efficient.

[ If you listen hard, you may just hear Dean saying "yeah, but we don't got a cell phone, do we?" or something very similar. In any case, there's more scuffling, and then Castiel's voice again, once more clear as a bell: ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

( audio. )

[pilot]

Everyone got their bearings? Good. It's time to get off this rock.

[ other people say hello. han ain't got time for that. ]

I checked the systems on the ship before we left. I think I can get comms back up. It's going to need work, but I won't know exactly how much until we get it out.

So here's your chance to do something good for the community: anyone who's tired of this dirtball and wants to go home, meet up tomorrow morning at the gate. I'll need people who can tell a servo from a nut.

[ a beat. ] And guards. I'm not interested in getting attacked while I'm carrying this stuff back.

( ooc: getting communications with the station up, pt 1! more information on all of this can be found here. )