[ ~2 feet tall Yukio is haphazardly wrapped up in his pink shirt. The sphere catches him rooting through his other clothes, eventually finding a lighter in one of the pockets of his white pants. Further digging produces his pack of awkwardly-large-now cigarettes, one of which he retrieves and, after some wrestling with it, eventually manages to light it. He kind of glares at his shoes and glasses- ]

For an insane spaceship from the future staffed by machines, this place is dirty as hell...

[ -then notices that his sphere's on while taking a drag. ]

So what did everyone whine about that got the Captain all worked up? He obviously wasn't too bothered by my advice, but I gave that to him before he asked. Guess we should've stuck with unasked for messages to keep him from having fits for stupid reasons.

... I should've just told everyone right away, but I didn't think he'd be this much of a prick about it.

[ Yukio, basically, got fried along with Chicago. And believes that that was the whole black hole incident. Please feel free to break his heart. Oh, and he can't get out of his room, but hasn't realized it yet. ]

It's over, right? Everything reset? Everyone's alive again?

As awful as that was, I'm positive that I haven't forgotten anything this time! I've still got the codes and the riddle and every single detail. As long as I've seen or heard something, I know exactly what it was like. I even remember that black hole thing.

With all of that, as long as the codes and everything didn't change between earlier and now, this should bring our chances of actually being able to steer the ship in the correct direction, or at least to warn the Captain, up dramatically.

In other words, with the things I can remember, we might actually be able to accomplish something this time.

My hand still hurts like hell, but I might be alright with that if we can actually get this ship to somewhere safe.

Why the hell did I ever leave the normal ship part of the ship!? I could deal with the city, but this...

[ He pokes one of the statues with the staff he picked up, then leans heavily on said staff. ]

I've been walking all fucking day and I feel like I haven't gotten anywhere! Has anyone found anything other than trees and animals and these weird carved things and creepy statues? It feels like this forest never ends, but that's impossible. There's no such thing as an endless anything, and I know for a fact that this ship has a definite size.

Not that it changes the way it feels.

Orion had better be doing better than this...

[ Guess who's still being a wuss and hanging out where he's supposed to be! ]

Why would the Captain want to have that - or any kind of music playing in the background while everyone's following him down a hallway and-

... No, wait, I get it. It's a fucking bandwagon.

[ Siiiigh. ] At least he seems to be handling all of this less murderously than I expected. For now.

[ To each his own, right? Yukio, who's part of Team Beta, is hiding out in the holo-suite, sitting in a projection of a yellow-orange room at a short green-topped table covered in Mahjong tiles. Projected directly on him is a loose white outfit. On the back, his family name: 'Hirayama,' '平山' written as largely as possible in dark pink. The front is similar, with the name written much smaller over his heart.

As if that wasn't enough, he's got a banner projected: it's hanging from the ceiling with a red arrow pointing at him accompanied by the text: 'NOT A MONSTER; PLEASE DO NOT MURDER.' Under this, in smaller writing, is a request: 'The Doctor: If you see this, I've got a question for you.'

He looks content, but sounds annoyed. ]

I can't believe I'm actually getting some use out of this thing.

[ Yukio appears on the network with a peculiar addition to his outfit - those who saw him first appear might recognize the single black leather glove on his right hand. He's also, interestingly(?), got a smoldering cigarette. ]

I don't think any of you need me to tell you that things could get very nasty very soon.

Specifically, I mean that all hell's gonna break loose once everything that's going on gets out - and even with our clueless captain, the probability of it is increasing dramatically every day. There's a limit to how long anyone - no matter how negligent - can sit around with their fingers in their ears before things hit a little too close to ignore, and I think we're getting there fast.

With that in mind I've come up with a list of highly likely events that could set us back, as well as some things we can do to keep them from completely throwing us off.

Before anything else, we need to make sure that the little gift we just got doesn't get stolen away from us. These spheres don't belong to us, they were given to us by the Captain - the same one who- well, you know. What I'm saying is that it might not be a bad idea to make hard copies of some of this stuff, or at least store them on something that actually belongs to you.

If something does happen, I've memorized the information and made two physical copies that'll be somewhere on me at pretty much all times. One's obvious. [ He flexes his gloved hand. ] I'm keeping the other to myself unless I get a good reason to share it.

I could go into other stuff, but I'll just leave it at this for now:

Don't do anything stupid.

"Just fine" my ass! Does our idiot of a captain have any idea how hard it is to sleep with all this noise!? And while I'm at it, has anyone else noticed how weird it is that he hasn't noticed any of the crazy things going on around here? It was right there! He had to look about two feet behind him or listen for a split second and he'd notice!

It doesn't make sense!

And what's this about an outside interference, huh? How many outside things can possibly interfere with the ship!? We're in space! Even if it was likely that something outside could cause this, how many of them can cause such an effect specifically?

Either the captain's totally clueless or he knows more than he's letting on.

I can't decide which one's worse.

He said that it was normal. He said that it was normal.

[ When your special skill is memorization, it's hard not to overreact when you get hit with sudden holes in your memory. He's giving a pillow a death-grip that gets tighter as he becomes more upset. ]

It's all blurred. It's there, but I can't see it. It's all little pieces that don't make sense. I can't... What happened between then and now? I must've fainted from losing so much, but I know that something happened in between. Does anyone remember? Was I seeing things? Did something make me lose it all?

It's impossible! All of it is impossible!

This can't happen!

It's not normal.

[[ His memories are being determined by dice-roll, so they're totally random and all over the place. ]]